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semataryyyy · 5 months ago
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LYRICS 4 666 PLSSS??
CHE - 666
triple
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i’m
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Fukn
Sick
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IM
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FUCKEN
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fuckboy look at my Mufhucken Wrist
Damn
And i got it without Signin no deal
Bitch
But i can still get on that devil shit
Bitch
And ur Bitch like it I’ll take Ya bitch
Bitch
fuck A crucifix on Devil shit
Imma crucifix my wrist
grab My mask devil shit
Brietling bloody Wrissst
shawty carve my name All up on her ribsssss
n scream my name out her lips sass
when i give her this dirty ass 30 inch Dog demon dickkkkkk
six six six six
shawty hide my 30 stick
n pour me some pink quickkkkkk
my evil bitch lickin all night on my dick
smokin cancer sticks by the river styx
i told you that i was sickkkkk
ur boyfriends a lil bitch
my true religion jean pocket filled with them yeller oxy pills
burnin Hundred dollar bills
crucifyn on Ya gurlllll
six six six chevy Donk whips in a circle on the hill
yeaa grave man take your lil lamb n ur lil bands i’m a demon goat 4Real
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jenthebug · 6 months ago
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Husband is off work today, taking FMLA because he’s so stressed out about my surgery.
He’s worried something is going to go wrong.
I’m working my ass off because I’m so stressed out about my surgery.
I know that something going wrong is a possibility, but I’m more worried about things going as planned. No matter what, it’s gonna suck. I will be in pain, uncomfortable, a burden, depressed (post-anesthesia does that), and anxious (pain does that).
I just packed up six servings of chicken tortilla soup for the freezer though, that’s pretty cool. Less work for the guys. Obviously less work for me because I’m not doing shit after surgery! 😅
I worry that they won’t keep up on the house. I’ve been burned before (not by them). So I’m cleaning as well as I can this week, all they’ll have to do is my usual “pick up and wipe down” of each room that only takes like 20 minutes.
If something goes wrong, I’ll be in the hospital, probably unconscious. Possibly dead. Then I really wouldn’t care lol. But if everything goes right, it’s up to me to recover as well as I can so I can…do it all over again for the reconstruction.
(Read more for more graphic worries, or don’t. My Read Mores are always optional.)
There’s also the visceral ick and body horror of what exactly is going to happen. Dr. Oncology Surgeon is going to cut my breasts off. Like carving a turkey.
Dr. Plastics is going to stick plastic expanders under the skin, then fill them with saline every two weeks to stretch my skin so it can hold fat from my belly to make two new pseudo-breasts. Imagining that and the reconstruction too hard makes me woozy.
They’re also taking my port, which most cancer patients are happy about because it means they’re “done” with cancer, but I’m grieving. My port saves me so much time and pain. Trying to hit these veins is like trying to thread a needle with twine. I usually get stuck 2-3 times for lab work where they can use a butterfly needle, 4-5 times for an actual IV start. It sucks and it hurts.
It is downright rude that I can’t have weed right now. Or alcohol, I’d settle for getting roaring drunk right now.
I’m gonna have drains coming from my wounds. *GROSS* I’m nervous about taking care of them.
Anyway, I think I need to watch Document 72 Hours now.
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zodiactalks · 9 months ago
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6 Zodiac Signs that Love Monogamous Relationships
While it's still traditional and by far the most common form of relationship, monogamy is no longer the only kind of romantic relationship out there.
Open marriages, polygamous relationships, and other combinations have slowly entered the collective mind and are carving a space in society.
Nonetheless, monogamy remains typical, and while plenty of people who call themselves monogamous cheat on their partners, many others are perfectly happy to be with their other half.
Whether they're doing it out of respect and love for their partner or whether they genuinely can't imagine being with anyone else, the following zodiac signs are the most likely to stick to a monogamous relationship and mean it.
#1 Virgo
Virgos are known for their dedication and commitment to anything they choose to do, and relationships are no different.
If anything, they make even more of an effort.
Virgos work hard on their relationships and are genuinely interested in making them work. They're not known for their flights of fancy, so if they're interested in you, they'll mean it.
On a more cynical side, Virgos are also practical; they recognize that maintaining more than one relationship is too much work and will undoubtedly lead to failure, so sticking to a single partner is only logical.
#2 Leo
Leos love being admired and cared for, which means a stable romantic relationship means a lot to them.
Sure, they can always find people that admire them, but someone who loves them and genuinely gets them is a lot more complicated, and Leos know that.
What's more, though they don't like to admit it, Leos can be pretty possessive, and the idea of sharing their partners with someone else can be too much to bear.
Monogamy, then, is Leo's best option.
#3 Libra
Committed and old-fashioned, Libras genuinely enjoy focusing their attention and romantic feelings on a single partner.
It's not only generally easier, but it's also the best way to dedicate yourself fully to your relationship and really get to know what makes your significant other tick.
Libras aren't risk-takers, and that tends to extend to relationships as well: A comfortable and committed monogamous relationship is way easier than involving other people.
#4 Pisces
Always thinking with their hearts, even the most open-minded Pisces out there will have trouble with the idea of sharing their partner, however temporary and consensual it might be.
Often oversensitive, Pisces can come to doubt themselves in a polygamous relationship, always double-guessing whether the other parties love them as much, and seeing signs of the opposite where there are none.
Pisces individuals are also known for giving too much, so the more partners they have, the higher the chances of giving and giving without asking anything in return.
#5 Cancer
While Cancers could potentially be a match for open marriages and polygamous relationships, thanks to how comfortable they are in relationships in general, they have a dark side that might complicate matters.
When things are going great in a relationship, they'll be the most faithful, protective, and loving individuals to every party involved.
If they start feeling threatened like the relationship isn't fair or that the parties involved aren't equally committed, they can get suspicious, clingy, and outright paranoid.
Still, if they're willing to put in the work to not let their negative thoughts rule them, Cancers have a better shot at non-monogamous relationships than others in this list.
#6 Capricorn
While they're a very sexual zodiac sign, Capricorns are also known for their traditional values and more reserved approach to relationships.
Faithful, practical, and reliable. Building a long-lasting relationship where every party is equally committed is crucial for this sign.
While Capricorns may not have a problem with polygamy and other non-monogamous relationships, per se, they're likely to see monogamy as a time-tested and secure option overall.
Still, Capricorns are notoriously sexual beings, so threesomes, cuckolding, swinging, and other kinks might be explored, provided they keep that kind of exploration in the bedroom.
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tamtam-go92 · 4 months ago
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Capp II Family
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Goneril's husband Albany wanted a big family, and he got it. Will their offspring carry on the Capp traditions, or smash the establishment to smithereens?
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While Goneril wanted children, it certainly wasn't her idea to have this many kids. And why does she feel like Albany perhaps married her more for her money than for her love?
Goneril Capp: Age: 31 LTW: Become Head of SCIA Aspiration: Fortune/Pleasure Personality: 8/4/3/5/5 (Capricorn) OTH: Cuisine (with focus on Bartending) Traits: Family-Oriented, Ambitious, Friendly, Eco-Friendly, Vegetarian
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Albany loves his children. Too bad they don't love each other. Can Albany convince them that family is important? And can he convince Goneril as well?
Albany Capp: Age: 43 LTW: Graduate 3 Children from College Aspiration: Family/Popularity Personality: 9/8/6/1/1 (Aries) OTH: Science (with focus on Science Games) Traits: Supernatural Skeptic, Hopeless Romantic, Neuritic, Frugal, Clumsy
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Miranda's cynical and rebellious—and wants out of her parents' crowded house. Could that explain her sudden interest in Mercutio?
Miranda Capp: Age: 11 LTW: Have 20 simultaneous Lovers Aspiration: Romance Personality: 6/5/3/3/8 (Cancer) OTH: Science (with focus on Biotech) Traits: Ambitious, Neurotic, Lucky, Born-Salesperson
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Though he seems abrasive, little Hal is actually a very thoughtful boy. Will he mature into a healthy Sim despite his siblings' torment?
Hal Capp: Age: 8 Aspiration: Grow up Personality: 4/8/5/3/5 (Aries) OTH: Music and Dance (with focus on Banjo) Traits: Vegetarian, Neurotic, Hot-Headed
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Desdemona wants to be just like her older sister Miranda. Will she be able to carve her own path in such a large family?
Desdemonda Capp: Age: 7 Aspiration: Grow up Personality: 7/5/4/5/4 (Taurus) OTH: Science (with focus on Stargazing) Traits: Vegetarian, Clumsy, Excitable
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The youngest in a large family, Ariel just hopes she won't get lost in the shuffle. Can she get enough attention from her parents with all her siblings around?
Ariel Capp: Age: 1 Aspiration: Grow up Personality: 2/5/7/6/5 (Sagittarius) Traits: Neurotic, Clumsy
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mk-writes-stuff · 3 months ago
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3. Who do you put through the most emotional turmoil?
4. Which oc has been tortured? Through what means?
Oooooh these are fun ones!
Who do you put through the most emotional turmoil?
Of the seven stations book 1 characters, there’s a lot of competitors, but it’s probably Belladonna. The book is just “Belladonna goes through it.” A short list of turmoil Belladonna goes through book 1 and before:
Abuse by both parents
An eating disorder
Getting disinherited and engaged to a guy she hates without her consent
Sexuality crisis
Realization that everything she’s been told about clones is a lie
Betrayal by who she thinks is her only friend (and crush)
Multiple failures of her plans to try to earn autonomy
I swear I like this character, I really do :)
As for Pirates’ Roost, it’s Tatum once again although there are a lot of contenders. Some of Tatum’s turmoil:
Being extremely sick and having no one believe them
Being abused by their mentor and having no one believe them
Running away from home
Gender crisis
Watching their best friend die in front of them
Being extorted, tortured, and forced to torture others by their best friend’s murderer
Two abusive relationships
Nearly dying of cancer
Medical malpractice
Drug withdrawal
Torture
Getting kidnapped and nearly forcibly transformed into an angel
Realizing they have a brother who’s also being treated like shit by their parents
That’s about it off the top of my head. I might enjoy tormenting Tatum a bit more than is good for poor Tatum :)
Which OC has been tortured? Through what means?
Oh wow. Uh… well I looked up the definition of torture and there’s a lot who fall under it. I’m going to try to list a decent number of them. Seven stations first:
Cassie and Sel. I’m grouping them together because they were both tortured by Cassiopeia, who routinely beats and tortures clones for misbehavior
Nellie. Narcissus drugged her and abused her repeatedly
Stellaris, through attempts to “cure” his autism
Pirates’ Roost… uh… well… most of them to be honest. I’ll probably stick to ones y’all have heard of:
Merry - had sigils carved into his back by his first captain
Malcolm - was regularly beaten by Dray and waterboarded by Jetti. Also had scars carved into his back by Dray
Tatum - was regularly beaten by Jetti. Was once tortured mostly to death by a man named Varis and was once forcibly nearly turned into an angel by a man named Cephlo
Amelia - was kept as a vampire blood slave for about a year
Morrigan - was also subject to the angel thing which involves a lot of torture although she’s a weird case because she did agree to it
There’s a few others but I think those are the ones you’ve heard of and this post is getting long so I’ll cut it here. I hope you enjoyed, thanks for the ask!
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sacrifeis · 1 month ago
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﹟ 𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙑 ⁝ welcome eleanor tully to king ’ s landing . the lady of riverrun is known to all as a charming , loyal individual . however , amidst the chaos of the realm , they find themselves becoming more vain and manipulative . visions of flowing fabrics in shades of blue and silver , reminiscent of the waters of riverrun . freshwater pearls woven into the braided styles of noble , coquettish youth . a relentless wondering of your place in this world , youngest of five .
INDENTIFICATION .
full name : eleanor tully
title : lady
nicknames : ellie ( family and close friends only . )
gender : cis - female
pronouns : she & her
age : twenty - five
place of birth : riverrun , the riverlands
current location : king ' s landing , the crownlands
nationality : westerosi , riverlander
PHYSICAL EXAMINATION .
face claim : phoebe dynevor
hair color : light auburn
eye color : river blue
height : 5 ' 5 " ( 165 cm )
usual expression : open , amicable
distinguishing characteristics : soft , well kept auburn hair and a porcelain - like complexion . her coloring brings attention to tully blue eyes
PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION .
zodiac sign : leo sun , libra moon , cancer rising
meyer - briggs : esfp : the entertainer
enneagram : type 3 , wing 4
moral alignment : chaotic neutral
positive traits : charming , optimistic , ambitious , adaptable
negative traits : vain , insecure , manipulative , jealous , superficial
CHARACTER COMPARISONS .
amy march ( little woman ) , margaery tyrell ( a song of ice and fire ) , emma woodhouse ( emma ) , lydia bennett ( pride & prejudice ) , scarlett o ' hara ( gone with the wind ) , marianne dashwood ( sense & sensibility ) , lavinia swire ( downton abbey ) , rosaline capulet ( still star - crossed )
STORY .
born  in  the  quiet  halls  of  riverrun,  eleanor  tully  is  the  youngest  of  five  children,  always  living  in  the  shadow  of  her  older  siblings.  as  a  child,  she  watches  with  wide  eyes  as  her  sisters  parade  in  their  beautiful  gowns  and  sparkling  jewels,  each  day  filled  with  the  laughter  and  chatter  of  family  life.  but  when  her  father  sends  her  to  winterfell  to  foster  with  her  aunt,  she  finds  herself  in  a  world  as  different  from  her  own  as  the  summer  sun  is  from  the  winter's  chill.  the  north  is  a  land  of  stark  beauty,  where  the  wind  howls  through  the  trees  and  snow  blankets  the  ground,  yet  eleanor  longs  for  the  warmth  and  color  of  the  south,  where  life  feels  vibrant  and  alive.
when  she  returns  to  riverrun  as  a  young  woman,  the  pressure  to  marry  and  secure  her  place  in  the  world  weighs  heavily  on  her  shoulders.  her  family  eyes  her  with  hope,  eager  to  see  her  follow  in  her  sisters'  footsteps  and  catch  the  attention  of  a  worthy  suitor.  but  eleanor  is  no  simple  girl  to  be  wed  off  without  a  thought.  beneath  her  charming  smile  lies  a  fierce  desire  to  carve  out  her  own  path.  as  whispers  of  marriage  proposals  surround  her,  she  begins  to  learn  the  art  of  courtly  games,  determined  to  use  her  beauty  and  wit  to  her  advantage.  yet,  even  as  she  navigates  the  complexities  of  her  future,  the  allure  of  the  south  still  tugs  at  her  heart,  a  reminder  of  the  life  she  yearns  for  beyond  the  walls  of  riverrun.
WANTED CONNECTIONS .
the spider ' s web . a  cunning  and  influential  court  figure  who  sees  eleanor’s  potential  and  skillfully  weaves  her  into  their  intricate  web  of  manipulation.  they  teach  eleanor  the  art  of  courtly  games,  molding  her  into  a  political  player,  but  their  tutelage  comes  with  strings  attached—and  eleanor  may  eventually  find  herself  tangled  in  their  schemes. ( 0 / 1 )
the serpent in silk . a  beautiful  and  ambitious  rival  who  competes  with  eleanor  for  attention,  influence,  and  status.  beneath  their  charm  and  grace  lies  venomous  intent,  and  their  relationship  is  a  constant  back-and-forth  of  subtle  sabotage  and  power  plays.  this  rivalry  forces  eleanor  to  sharpen  her  own  manipulative  skills,  testing  her  limits. ( 0 / 1 )
the thorned rose . a  suitor  who  is  captivated  by  eleanor’s  beauty  and  charm  but  harbors  their  own  ambitions.  the  thorned  rose  presents  a  relationship  full  of  intrigue  and  complication—either  as  someone  eleanor  can  use  to  advance  her  status  or  as  a  potential  love  interest  who  challenges  her  to  confront  her  deeper  insecurities  and  desires.  whether  they  bloom  together  or  hurt  each  other  with  their  ambitions  remains  to  be  seen. ( 0 / 1 )
the charming rogue . a  dashing  and  charismatic  individual  who  effortlessly  captures  the  attention  of  all,  including  eleanor.  their  playful  banter  and  flirty  demeanor  create  a  whirlwind  of  attraction  that  draws  her  in,  igniting  her  vanity  and  desire  for  attention.  however,  beneath  the  charm  lies  a  mysterious  past  and  ulterior  motives.  this  flirtation  challenges  eleanor  to  navigate  her  feelings  and  ambitions,  forcing  her  to  consider  whether  their  connection  is  genuine  or  just  another  game  in  the  court. ( 0 / 1 )
the mirror . a  confidant  who  reflects  eleanor’s  true  self  back  at  her,  seeing  past  her  outward  beauty  and  ambition  to  the  vulnerability  beneath.  they  are  someone  she  can  be  real  with,  offering  a  rare  and  cherished  bond.  however,  as  eleanor  delves  deeper  into  manipulation  and  superficiality,  their  relationship  may  fracture,  forcing  her  to  confront  whether  she’s  losing  herself  in  the  process. ( 0 / 1 )
the fox in the henhouse . a  clever  opportunist  who  seeks  to  exploit  eleanor’s  rising  influence  for  their  own  gain.  the  fox  flatters  eleanor  and  tempts  her  with  the  promise  of  more  power,  alliances,  or  wealth,  but  always  with  a  hidden  agenda.  eleanor  must  learn  to  recognize  their  schemes—or  she  might  end  up  their  pawn.  alternatively,  she  could  embrace  the  partnership  for  mutual  gain. ( 0 / 1 )
the iron butterfly . the  most  powerful  woman  at  court,  both  admired  and  feared  by  all.  this  formidable  figure  becomes  eleanor’s  role  model,  someone  she  initially  idolizes  and  seeks  to  impress.  as  eleanor’s  own  ambitions  grow,  she  must  decide  whether  to  remain  an  ally  of  the  iron  butterfly  or  challenge  her  for  dominance.  their  interactions  push  eleanor  to  decide  whether  she  wants  to  be  a  graceful  follower  or  a  dangerous  rival. ( 0 / 1 )
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subir-astrologer · 2 months ago
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RAHU IN 1ST HOUSE AND THE NATIVE PERSONALITY
In Vedic astrology, Rahu in the 1st house has a profound impact on a person's personality and overall life experience. Rahu, being a shadow planet, is associated with illusion, desire, ambition, materialism, and unconventional thinking. When placed in the 1st house, which represents the self, physical appearance, and the personality, it shapes these aspects in the following ways:
Personality Traits of a Native with Rahu in the 1st House:
1. Strong Desire for Recognition: The native may be highly ambitious and eager to gain recognition, fame, and social standing. They often have a powerful desire to establish themselves, especially in unconventional or innovative ways.
2. Magnetic and Charismatic Personality: Rahu can give a certain mysterious and magnetic appeal to the native. These people may have a unique or unconventional way of presenting themselves, attracting attention from others.
3. Restlessness and Instability: Due to Rahu's unpredictable and fluctuating nature, the native may experience inner restlessness, and their life might be marked by ups and downs. This can manifest as a desire for change and novelty, making it difficult for them to feel settled.
4. Non-conformist and Rebellious: Individuals with Rahu in the 1st house often have a rebellious streak. They tend to question traditions and norms, preferring to carve out their own path in life. This makes them open to taking risks or pursuing careers and lifestyles that may be considered unusual.
5. Confusion Regarding Identity: There can be a sense of confusion regarding their sense of self, as Rahu clouds clarity. The native might struggle with self-identity, frequently adapting to different personalities or personas to achieve their goals or gain acceptance.
6. Materialistic and Worldly Desires: Rahu represents worldly pleasures, so the native may have strong materialistic desires. They may seek luxury, status, and wealth, sometimes in an obsessive manner.
7. Challenging Relationships: Rahu's influence may create difficulties in relationships, particularly due to the native’s unconventional approach to life. There might be misunderstandings or misalignments with others, and they may sometimes appear manipulative or overly focused on personal gain.
8. Sharp and Intelligent Mind: Rahu in the 1st house often bestows intellectual sharpness, creativity, and resourcefulness. The native is likely to think outside the box and come up with innovative ideas or strategies, often outsmarting others in competitive environments.
9. Health and Appearance: Depending on the sign and aspects of Rahu, the native’s physical appearance can be distinctive, sometimes unusual, or striking. They may also face health issues due to Rahu’s malefic influence, especially those related to stress, addictions, or toxic substances.
Impact of Rahu in Different Signs in the 1st House:
Aries: Aggressive, bold, and extremely ambitious.
Taurus: Materialistic, focused on wealth and luxury, with a stubborn nature.
Gemini: Skilled in communication, witty, and versatile but prone to nervousness.
Cancer: Emotionally intense, with desires tied to family and security.
Leo: Dominating, seeks recognition, and has a strong desire for leadership.
Virgo: Analytical, calculative, and focused on perfection but can be anxious.
Libra: Charmingly diplomatic but may manipulate relationships for personal gain.
Scorpio: Secretive, intense, and prone to obsession or extreme behaviors.
Sagittarius: Adventurous, unconventional in beliefs, and desires to break free from restrictions.
Capricorn: Practical and ambitious, with a strong desire for authority.
Aquarius: Revolutionary, non-conformist, and drawn toward progressive or unusual ideas.
Pisces: Spiritual or escapist tendencies, creative, and drawn to illusion or fantasy.
Remedies:
Since Rahu can create challenges related to confusion, obsession, and instability, individuals with this placement are often advised to follow certain remedies in Vedic astrology, such as:
Worshipping Lord Shiva or Goddess Durga.
Chanting Rahu-related mantras like "Om Raam Rahave Namah."
Wearing gemstones (like Gomed) or rudraksha associated with Rahu, depending on individual charts.
Regular meditation to calm the mind and reduce confusion.
In summary, Rahu in the 1st house can create a complex, ambitious, and sometimes enigmatic personality. The native may be highly driven but can struggle with issues related to identity, restlessness, and material obsession. Proper guidance and remedies can help mitigate some of the negative effects.
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astrolocherry · 2 years ago
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1/4 ~ There's a Storm in Alice's Teacup...
This week we have the Aries Sun conjunct Jupiter trine transiting Mars in Cancer square Saturn in Pisces. ~This can produce an experience of obstacles seeming to appear in every direction that you take. The pressure of oppression and resistance is the weight that you can use to launch into the direction that you really want to go. ~The archetypal Cancer and Pisces symbolise The Visionary. Mars is the call to action, while Saturn provides the grounded framework to transform immaterial into material. ~This combination can result in emotional inflammation when it comes to setting new challenges and carving greatly inspired ambition.
There's a storm in Alice's teacup, and it has the power to force waves in the real world. ~ Cherry
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foster-the-world · 1 year ago
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So fun
Halloween was so fun. Kids trick or treating was great. Met up with three other families from school. In-laws came down. Baby boy was very happy and his behavior wasn't bad. We did give him the phone in the stroller for the last half hour. Both of us wanted to stay out to enjoy the time with the girls and he was understandably finished. He dazed out on the TV so we could all stay out until 7:30/8pm.
Its no surprise NYC goes over board and I love it so much. Nearby we have a neighborhood nonprofit - called Marcus meets Malcolm because its on Malcom X near Marcus Garvey park. I adore the name. They do a ton of events for the kids. The street is lined with huge, stunning brownstones that go all out. For Halloween alone they do a pumpkin carving night, a vejigante mask making night, an outdoor movie night, a healthy cooking meal night and hourly activities from 4-8pm on Halloween. Its the same for every holiday. For Christmas they also have a black Santa - which means I don't have to search for one. It creates such a nice neighborhood feel.
The girls were beyond happy. Lots of dancing took place. They were very inefficient so didn't get much candy - which was A-okay with me. One family friend spent the night with us. Her Mom is currently fighting cancer so were happy to help out. She's in third grade so no trouble at all. The in-laws were very happy to see the kids. It was kind of difficult to keep track of them a block behind us while baby boy runs a block ahead of the group but we made it worked.
So much fun and now I'm glad to have it all finished. One bag of Halloween decorations will be put away until next year. I received the Boden Christmas catalogue. Trying to remind myself my children do not need overpriced Christmas themed clothes they can only wear for one month a year. Especially not when they wear uniforms to school so only have two days a week to wear everyday clothes. But its so damn cute.
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thepastisalreadywritten · 2 years ago
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Featured image: A detail of the basalt Rosetta Stone (Photo at All-len-All)
A mystery surrounds the death of a 19th century-Frenchman who unraveled a great mystery—the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Jean-Francois Champollion died young after deciphering the Rosetta Stone, which unlocked the keys to the many enigmatic and beautiful hieroglyphic texts discovered in ruins, up and down the length of Egypt.
It gave modern people a much greater understanding of that great civilization.
Champollion was born on 23 December 1790 in France and died there on 4 March 1832, after visiting Egypt in 1829.
He had felt symptoms of malaise before departing for Egypt, according to a letter to the editor of the journal Clinical Neurophysiology by Dr. Hutan Ashrafian of the Department of Surgery and Cancer, Imperial College-London.
Jean-Francois Champollion is considered amongst the greatest linguists of all time; his decipherment of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and the Rosetta stone has led some to consider him the ‘‘Father of Egyptology.’’
His early death at the age of forty-one has typically been ascribed to fatigue and exhaustion from overwork on a year-long visit to Egypt.
This journey is reported as having initiated his progressive demise following the return to his native France, where he died from a reported stroke two years later.’ —H. Ashrafian
Dr. Ashrafian writes that the term “stroke” is used here in a generic sense rather than a formal medical diagnosis.
His family has refused to allow an autopsy but studying reports of Champollion’s condition has led the doctor to draw some conclusions about the death of the great scholar.
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While in Egypt, Champollion did not suffer from lymph disease or fevers. But later in life, Champollion suffered from muscle weakness, limb paralysis, and ultimately, could not breathe.
He didn’t suffer from heart disease or lack of blood flow.
“Furthermore, at the moment of decipherment of hieroglyphs (1828), he is noted to have collapsed, though this may be viewed as a vasovagal [fainting] episode as a result of extreme emotional outpouring.
In his final weeks, he became emotionally labile consistent with progression of pseudobulbar dysfunction and eventually demonstrated a ‘locked-in’ syndrome before his death.”
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Pseudobulbar dysfunction means he was unable to speak.
It may be considered ironic that a man who gave a ‘voice’ to the people of ancient Egypt and opened their world to modern scholars like never before was unable to articulate his own thoughts just before he died.
Given that he was not mentally impaired, did not have seizures but first suffered from weakness in his legs, and later was unable to speak, led Dr. Ashrafian to conclude Champollion had amyotrophic lateral sclerosis—or total paralysis of his muscles.
Exhausted by his labors during and after his scientific expedition to Egypt, Champollion died of an apoplectic attack (stroke) in Paris on 4 March 1832 at the age of 41.
His body was buried in Père Lachaise Cemetery. On his tomb is a simple obelisk erected by his wife and a stone slab stating simply:
Ici repose Jean-François Champollion, né à Figeac dept. du Lot le 23 décembre 1790, décédé à Paris le 4 mars 1832
(Here rests Jean-François Champollion, born at Figeac, Department of the Lot, on 23 December 1790, died at Paris on 4 March 1832).
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Words of the Gods
The word hieroglyph means “sacred words” or “sacred signs.”
Clement of Alexandria was the first to use the word. Ancient Egyptians called their script mdju netjer or “words of the gods.”
The first known hieroglyphs date to around 3400 to 3200 BC, the pre-dynastic era.
The last known hieroglyphs were carved in stone around 394 AD.
The Rosetta Stone, found by Frenchmen in 1799 in a fort at the town of Rosetta during Napoleon’s occupation of Egypt, has hieroglyphs, Egyptian demotic, and ancient Greek translations of the same text.
Champollion, who had taught himself ancient languages, was able to decipher its meaning and unlock the entire script.
A full translation of the Rosetta Stone can be viewed at the British Museum, which acquired the document and other artifacts after Napoleon’s defeat.
Here is an excerpt:
‘Whereas King Ptolemy, living forever, the Manifest God whose excellence is fine, son of King Ptolemy [and Queen] Arsinoe, the Father-loving Gods, is wont to do many favours for the temples of Egypt and for all those who are subject to his kingship, he being a god, the son of a god and a goddess;
and being like Horus, son of Isis and Osiris, who protects his father Osiris, and his heart being beneficent concerning the gods, since he has given much money and much grain to the temples of Egypt, [he having undertaken great expenses] in order to create peace in Egypt and to establish the temples, and having rewarded all the forces that are subject to his rulership;
and of the revenues and taxes that were in force in Egypt he had reduced some or(?) had renounced them completely, in order to cause the army and all the other people to be prosperous in his time as [king].’
Ancient Egyptians carved hieroglyphs into clay seals, rock, pottery vessels, and bone and ivory.
The Rosetta Stone scripts are carved in basalt.
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crowskyler · 8 months ago
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About a month ago, my grandmother — my last living grandparent, on my dad's side — died. I've been wanting to sit down and write about it, but I haven't been able to actually do it before now.
It wasn't a shock. Her health had been declining for several months, and she'd been moved into hospice care roughly a month or so before. Two types of cancer and various other kinds of organ problems were the culprit. At 95, treatment options were limited, and she'd refused to do anything about it for months. I know this seemed to frustrate my dad, who went right into fight mode the second she needed to go to the hospital. He was carving out a plan with a specialist while my grandmother was sent to a physical therapy and care facility, where he had to fight her insurance tooth and nail — despite her not having able to walk more than a few feet.
Then a doctor from her plan got in touch with him and asked him why he was putting her through this. She was in so much pain from everything. He wanted to fight, but she didn't; she was over it. The doctor managed to convince my dad that she needed hospice care, to put together a plan to make her comfortable. And it worked. My grandmother was in much less pain when she passed, thanks to painkillers. When my dad told me she'd stopped eating, I knew what was about to happen. But my mind didn't really know what to do with the information.
I was at work when he called me, cleaning rooms at the hotel. Luckily it was a slow day and I only had to work a little bit more before I could go home, but I had to come in the next day. I was fine — unless someone talked to me about it, and then I was an instant crying wreck. I couldn't talk about it at all. My coworkers gave me a few hugs — the only people who did, and I'm grateful to them — and I managed to mostly get through the day, blessedly having two days off after that to attempt to process everything.
Or, I thought I was processing. But as I've come to realize, it was much slower than that.
My grandmother was the last of her friends to go, something that I'm sure made her feel pained and lonely; her best friend had died roughly a year ago, a lovely lady named Dorothy whom she'd talked to multiple times a day, for decades. Losing Dorothy took something out of her. Maybe that was the start of all of this. When my grandmother had been admitted to the hospital nearly 4 months ago, I'd started to see the writing on the wall. I'd already done some grieving and worrying. When she passed, I was able to feel a little glad that at least she wouldn't suffer anymore, laying in that bed and wanting to go back home.
As it turned out, my dad and the rest of my family very quickly went into practicality mode. My coworkers had put together a little lump sum for us, very kindly, and I offered to pay for a meal for all of us. A wake situation, or celebration of life — whatever you want to call it. My dad seemed bemused by the offer. Nothing's been organized. Instead, the project has been my grandmother's home. He offered for my sister and brother-in-law to buy it, and that's what they've decided to do, and now that's consumed everything. Sorting belongings, contracts, and finding an estate sale service to clear out everything we don't want. We're still in the middle of that. My sister sold her house and has about two more weeks until they have to move out. The estate sale will be this weekend, I think.
It's not my place to organize a celebration of life, or anything like that, but I've felt the absence. We had a wake for my mom a week after she died. Now, nothing. Just divvying up her belongings. Maybe we're waiting until my uncle can come down from where he lives, in about a month or so, I don't know. But my grief has sat nearly raw within me for weeks. When I go over to my grandmother's house to help out, it threatens to overwhelm me at least once. But with the exception of my brother coming over and breaking down a few times, my family's shown almost no emotion except on the actual day — when I heard it in my dad's voice. It's weird. Aren't we supposed to be commiserating and celebrating her in this time? But instead they're just gutting her house and acting like all of this is such a nuisance.
It's strange to get a hug from my coworkers and not my actual family. The silence has been deafening, from them and from the friends I've told. It's fine. I keep myself operating — mostly. And the lack of anything gave me a revelation, of sorts. When I was fifteen, I decided that I wanted to write. That's what I wanted to do more than anything. When I cleaned out a folder at her house, I found a story I wrote when I was a kid. Just some nonsense, but my grandmother had kept it for all of these years. She'd been an avid reader and had always wanted to read my writing, but after my mother had done so — and criticized it horribly — I became cagey about letting my family read anything. I'd wanted to become a published author, to present my grandma with a book she could read; to make her proud. But that hasn't happened. Depression and full time work have been a huge setback for years. And now she's gone, and I never had anything to show her.
I have many fond memories of waking up in the sun on her couch, while hearing the strum of my grandfather's guitar or the gentle brush on his drums, and smelling their coffee while my grandmother made us pancakes. My grandmother loved pizza, and she would often get it for dinner while I was there — and then we would have a cold slice of pizza for breakfast the next morning, another of her favorite things. She would give me a mini art lesson in the afternoon, or take me out for a walk, or let me play with all of her bead-making materials. In the late afternoon, she'd give me gardening tips while we weeded her yard and checked her tomatoes. In the evening we'd watch television. I'd sometimes beg to watch a nature documentary, which she was also happy to watch, or I'd content myself with whatever she found. On Saturday mornings we'd all watch cartoons together.
My grandmother was the most supportive person I knew as a kid, she would always listen to what I had to say. Even if she found it silly or weird, she would answer with words that made it clear that I was heard. As a teen who struggled with self esteem, it was everything to me. It's hard to accept that we can never talk about animals again (a mutual love of ours), or art; it's even harder to know that I'll never be able to listen to another of her lovely and funny stories. She had so many funny stories about the shenanigans of past pets and friends, and interesting stories about growing up in a rural and much less developed California. She taught me everything that I know about gardening.
And now I have to accept that I disappointed her, just like I've disappointed everyone else.
She would never say so, to be clear; she would hug me and tell me that she loves me no matter what, because that's the kind of person she was. If I said anything like this to her, she would tell me that I'm enough, I'm sure. But I've never managed anything impressive, or even average, and I know people in this family view me as a failure. I wish, desperately, that I had been able to do something to show her otherwise. Instead, I'll just have this emptiness for the rest of my life. No wonder so many people think of the afterlife as a shining place above, where you can watch your family below; future triumphs could be viewed by the dead, giving you comfort in life.
I hope writing down some of this has calmed the churning parts of me that haven't found any rest, these past few weeks. I'd like to start healing from this profound misery.
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jo-harrington · 1 year ago
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TW: Death, illness, parental aging
Today's my Nonna's birthday, she would have been 85.
But she passed in '99, on my 5th birthday, from complications with cancer. She was 61. Do I believe, even without the cancer, she would have made it to 85? In my heart, no. She lived a hard and stressful life, full of sacrifice and heartbreak; she gave too much of herself--loved too much--and got very little in return.
To this day though, I remember what she looked like when I was young and impressionable, and she was sick and gaunt and dying. I still remember her smile carved into her skeletal face and the feel of my tiny hand in her fragile bony one.
I was away from home for 4 days. I go away a lot, actually. Whether it's for work or for fun, I leave and then I come back.
But this time when I came home, I looked at my mother's face and saw that memory of my Nonna. For the first time, I saw it and it scared me. My mom already looked so much like Nonna, but the imprint of my sick and dying grandmother is all I saw in my mom's face. I saw the sharpness of my her cheeks, the sunken eyes, felt the weakness in her hand as she sat beside me on the couch and listened to my stories.
She's 63. She's healthy, on paper, for all intents and purposes. Does she have her health issues fixed by pills and creams and too many doctors visits? Yes. But she's also lived a hard and stressful life, full of a lot of those same sacrifices and heartbreaks that my nonna faced. More, actually. So many more.
So today, on the day that would have been her 85th birthday, I'm questioning how long Nonna might have had. If her body hadn't been torn apart by cancer and those hard treatments, how full would her face have been at 63? How strong would her hands be? How much more love would she been able to give, and receive in return after a hard life lived? How long would she have made it?
And will my mom be able to make it that long too?
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lilyevanstan1325 · 1 year ago
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✨ Astral Lovers ✨
Chapter 6
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Lily POV
When I open my eyes I only see the ceiling of my bedroom.
A tear escapes from my eyes.
I lie down staring at nothing for I don't know how long.
My gaze wanders without a fixed goal.
Only afterwards I realize that I am wearing the clothes of the previous evening.
When I went up to my room last night, I threw myself directly on the bed.
Too busy with events to even have the strength to think about taking a shower and putting on a pajamas.
Last night...
I sigh.
I sit up bringing my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them where I rest my left cheek.
I am facing the window.
It is still dark outside.
The clock on the wall strikes 4:10 AM.
My mind immediately flies to the dinner with my father.
It all seems so absurd.
I didn't think he really missed mom, they only fight in the end.
And then there was that secret.
What I never had the courage to reveal to my parents.
Dad had prepared the divorce papers.
I had found them one day, by pure chance.
My mom was already ill, we had been diagnosed for about a week.
At the hospital we were asked for insurance documents, for health coverage.
So, after I got home from school, I took a shower and started looking for those documents.
I didn't want to waste my father's time so he could go straight from the office to the hospital without the hassle of having to go home and waste more time.
Wasting more time that he could have spent with her.
I thought I was doing both of them a favor.
He seemed to be getting closer to her, they seemed to be the close-knit couple of when I was little.
And instead I was wrong.
I rummaged through mom's drawers but found nothing.
But then I remembered that dad kept all the bookkeeping in his office.
So I ran downstairs and went into his study.
His Sancta Sanctorum.
Behind a double door, of heavy mahogany, was a huge room.
Full of shelves, almost to the ceiling, and filled with hundreds of books.
In the center of the room is his carved desk from the end of the 19th century.
My father's great pride.
I found it creepy.
Made of boise de rose, with the four legs carved with intricate weaves of ivy and here and there a few faces of cherubs.
But they had nothing of angelic.
They have fixed and empty gazes.
As if they saw through time and space, hiding disturbing secrets.
I open the various drawers and start looking.
I can't find anything until I find a file in the bottom drawer.
I opened it because it didn't show any details externally.
Maybe luck was on my side and I would find what I was looking for.
Instead...
I read it all greedily.
I remember having to sit on the ground, my head spinning and I was nauseous.
I couldn't believe it.
He wanted a divorce.
He was at her bedside pretending to be desperate and instead he would come out clean.
He would be the poor grief-stricken man left to raise a troubled teenage daughter.
Why does he raise a fuss about the beautiful person of him asking for a divorce?
Soon he would be a widower.
Soon she would die.
I wanted to throw up.
But I took the hit and put on a mask.
I pretended nothing happened.
Although outside I seemed the portrait of the peace of mind, inside me I screamed and burned.
I had hell in my heart and soul.
That was the moment I began to hate that man.
I cross my legs and hide my face in the palms of my hands.
But now, after our heart-to-heart chat, I could have given him the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe with mom's illness he realized that deep down they still loved each other and that they were just lost along the way.
That together he could face everything, maybe even defeat cancer.
I take another look at the clock.
It's 4:30 AM.
I decide to get up and take a shower, at 6 I should have been at work.
I get up with a sigh and go to the bathroom.
In front of the mirror I begin to undress.
I open the first buttons of the shirt but then I remember to take off the necklace and earrings first.
I tilt my head slightly so that through the mirror I can see the hook of the earring and remove it.
Removed the first I go for the second.
But I make a horrible discovery.
The earring is not there.
No.
No.
No no no.
I run back to my room, taking care not to make any noise, and begin to search.
It can't be.
It can't be true.
I check on the bed, take off the sheets and blankets and throw them on the floor.
Turned my desk and jewelry box upside down.
I kneel on the floor, feeling it inch by inch with both hands.
Nothing, I can't find it.
I go down to the kitchen hoping that I have lost it there.
I leave my room and go down the stairs without even touching the ground.
My eyes becomes wet, I can feel it but I push back the tears.
I feel my chest hurts so bad.
"Please.Please.Please" I murmur under my breath.
"Hey what are you doing?Do you know what time it is?"
I don't even turn around.
I limit myself only to responding on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
"The earring.I lost my earring."
My father doesn't seem to understand so he goes around me to parry him in front of me.
"What are you talking about, Elisabeth?"
"Don't call me Elisabeth!" I explode.
"Mom's earrings.Her favorites.I only had one this morning"
Tears break their bank.
"Maybe you lost it from Jhon.Or on the street"
"You don't help, dad!"
"I'm just saying you need to calm down.It will come out"
"What if it doesn't?I know this will look stupid to you but they were her favorites.She loved them.Me too.She gave them to me when she was on that damn hospital bed.It was her last gesture of love for me"
I'm sobbing now.
My father place himself in front of me and puts his hand on my shoulder.
I'm tempted to shake him off but I hold back.
"As I have already told you I am convinced that it will come out.Now prepare yourself otherwise you will be late for work" and so saying he takes his newspaper, his coffee and leaves the house.
I imitate his voice.
"I'm sure it will come out"
"Dumbass!"
With a heavy heart as a boulder I go back to the bathroom.
I finish undressing and throw myself under the boiling water.
In contact with water, my skin releases a fragrance that teases my mind.
Sandalwood and bergamot.
Steve's bubble bath.
How the hell is that possible?
God I feel my head explode.
I begin to cry even harder.
The shower washes away the tears which are promptly replaced by the others.
For a moment with the earring drama I had forgotten about Steve.
And now him had surfaced.
As if a bomb had gone off in my head.
Like a punch in the stomach.
I don't know what to do.
I'm tired.
Mentally tired.
What if I'm just going crazy?
What if my brain had something wrong?
I shake my head leaving everything out and try to prepare myself in time so as not to be fired.
I retrace the road from the previous evening with my eyes glued to the asphalt.
With the hope of seeing my little earring shine.
A simple butterfly with wings studded with aquamarines.
Blue like his eyes.
That's enough.
I need to stop.
I arrive at the bar more disconsolate than ever.
I ask Jhon if he has seen it by chance but he replies in the negative.
But soon after he notices that I'm quite upset so he promises me that he would keep his eyes open and that he would ask the cleaning company if they noticed anything during their shift.
"Thanks Jhon.It would mean a lot to me"
"It's ok Lily, don't worry" he replies.
He may seem like a gruff and crazy type but he is absolutely not like that.
The classic appearance deceives.
6 feet tall, weighing almost 100kg, with both arms totally tattooed and long red hair.
I cannot deny that at first glance he incurs a certain fear.
But if you get to know him well he is a good and kind man.
Dedicated to his work and family.
His wife Mary and the twins Cassidy and Kayla.
I start with my job and fortunately it is Monday.
This means it will be a calm morning.
Just a few regular customers.
So I get lost in my thoughts.
Tonight's dream was incredible.
Starting with how Steve saved me from those three men to how he looked at me once we got to his house.
How he lingered on my wet blouse.
I remember having to squeeze my legs together, looking for a relief that would never come.
Not by his hand at least.
And the work shift passes like this, between memories and worries.
At the end of the shift, my head is full of too many images that only destabilize me more and more.
Mostly they are thoughts that portray me and Steve possibly naked.
And then still too many thoughts.
Too many questions.
No answers.
I run home.
After spending all day fantasizing about what might have happened if I didn't break the kiss.
I can't wait to take a cold shower and go to sleep.
I lie down on the bed still wet from the shower, wrapped in my soft bathrobe.
My mind now flies.
I go back to imagining Steve's tongue that sweet but firm enters my mouth.
My mouth that responds immediately by moving following his pace.
His hands move from my face to caress my breasts through the fabric of the t-shirts.
My hands that go down to the bottom hem of his shirt and then slip them underneath.
My hands touching defined and tense muscles due to increasing excitement.
A moan leaves my lips as his mouth descends on my jaw and then leaves a trail of fire along my neck.
I feel his tongue lick the portion of skin between the neck and the collarbone.
Then go up to the ear, then bite it and whisper "Will you be a goodgirl for me tonight?"
I moan even louder.
And I also moan in my reality.
I remove the edges of the bathrobe and begin to caress the inside of my thigh with the tips of my fingers.
Slowly I touch along my fold, already hot and wet.
I do up and down with my finger.
I bite my lip.
I guess Steve is doing it.
His fingers.
Carefully I push a finger into my hot fold.
I shiver.
I begin to move it slowly, in and out.
Steve's eyes the only thing I see in front of me.
I insert a second finger and arch my back.
The bathrobe slips uncovering a breast, I grab it with my free hand and tickle the nipple.
Then I drop the hand until with the tips of my fingers I touch the clit.
I caress it and then pinch it.
I instinctively spread my legs even more.
Then I start massaging it, drawing circles with my fingertips while the other hand works from the inside.
Tapping every possible point until I find the right one.
I imagine Steve's face focused on giving me pleasure.
His eyes full of lust as he licks his fingers imbued with my sex moisture in a slow and excruciating way.
An orgasm overwhelms me.
Unexpectedly strong.
I try to catch my breath.
I turn on my side.
I don't believe what I just did.
At this rate, I will never get out of this situation.
And I honestly don't even know if I want to.
Satisfied, I fall asleep with a hint of a smile on my lips.
This time it is broad daylight and I am directly in front of Steve's apartment.
Perhaps with practice I am beginning to manage the situation better.
I knock.
I knock again but I don't get an answer.
Maybe he's at work.
But where exactly does a super hero work?
Does he have a secret place?
A cave?
Like Batman maybe?
These absurd thoughts of mine are interrupted by a deep male voice behind me.
"Erm... sorry?Who are you?" he questions me.
I observe him.
Eyes blue as the dusk sky.
Unkempt beard and wild black locks of hair fall softly on his neck.
He has a black metal hand with gold veins.
"You are Bucky, right?"
It's him, Steve's best friend.
For a moment I can see confusion and surprise in his eyes.
The next moment he realizes.
His eyes harden.
I think he doesn't like me at all.
"You must be Lily.Then you really exist..."
If only he knew the truth...
"Petite and brunette.Now I understand why Steve has lost his mind" Bucky murmurs thoughtfully.
"Ok, this is groos"
I tell him blushing both for what he said and for the thought that I could be Steve's ideal woman.
"You shouldn't be his best friend?" I accuse him with an amused note in my voice.
His arrogance make me want to bother him.
"You know what?" he tells me getting closer and closer.
"You can also have a nice face and use your long eyelashes to charm others.To charm Steve.But it doesn't work with me, doll"
Now we are face to face.
He is also very tall, not as tall as Steve, but I am still forced to tilt my head back to be able to look him in the eye.
For a moment we stare into each other's eyes.
I would like to run away but I won't be intimidated by him.
He notices my change of attitude, he knows that I am challenging him.
And he accepts the challenge.
Ok this hurts.
"Steve is my best friend and I will never let a girl take advantage of him.Of his goodness, of his big heart" he exclaims harshly, "Especially from a girl who doesn't even deign to give him an explanation for his constant escapes.First from the bar, then from his house"
But I soften my gaze.
The way he loves Steve shines through his every word and I can't hate him for that.
The way he loves him is pure.
I'm glad they are friends.
Yes ,I hurt Steve with my behavior, I know.
There is only one solution and I am here for that very reason.
I'm on the verge of tears now.
"It's not what looks like, Bucky.It's something more...complicated..." I croak in a faint voice, "I would never hurt him intentionally!You have to believe me!"
He realizes it and seems to want to tell me something but I lose focus when I see Steve coming behind him.
But he's not alone, with him there is a beautiful woman.
Shit.
My gaze falls on my shoes.
Unable to look at him.
Bucky notices my reaction and softens his gaze.
There is a moment of awkward silence.
In my ears only the sound of my heartbeat and the echo of Bucky's words.
He is right I have to let him go.
The first to break the silence is the girl in the company of Steve.
Her crystalline voice make me look up at her.
"Ok Steve see you soon.Hi Bucky!"
"And hello to you too" she says, turning in my direction.
I observe her.
She is tall and thin.
Blond hair that falls in soft waves on her back, hazel eyes flecked with green.
The perfect woman for a man like Steve.
She is everything I'm not.
I answer her with a hint of a shy smile.
Then I immediately bring my gaze back down.
I feel uncomfortable.
Out of place.
I hear Steve and Bucky greets her and then I can feel Steve's footsteps approaching me.
His shoes appear in my field of vision.
I feel his hand slipping through my hair, then gently grasping my neck and with a light pressure of the fingers he makes me tilt my head to the side.
I look up and meet his wonderful eyes.
He leans over me and leaves a very sweet kiss on my lips.
He takes my breath away.
I don't expected such a gesture.
Moreover in front of Bucky who is now looking at me with an indecipherable look.
"What are you doing here?Is everything okay?I didn't know you would come here or I would be back sooner.Have you been waiting a long time?"
Steve fills me with questions without even giving me time to answer.
My gaze moves back and forth between Steve and Bucky.
But I can't hold on for long.
I look down again.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Steve raise his other hand and then the sound of a snap.
I immediately look up and see Bucky rubbing the back of his neck cursing between his teeth.
"What did you tell her?Did you scare her?"
"No, I...we were just having a chat" Bucky stammers.
Steve holds me close to him and whispers "Forget him, he's just an old grumpy"
My instinct tells me to stick my tongue out but I don't want to be childish.
I look Bucky straight in the eyes, wrapped in Steve's arm.
So I just stare at Bucky with a raised eyebrow.
He rolls his eyes.
Steve and I walk into his apartment.
Bucky refuses, he says that Sam is waiting for him for a beer.
"I wanted to ask you to join us but surely you have better things to do now" so saying Bucky winks at me.
I blush violently and he walks away laughing.
Son of bitch!
"Forgive him.Sometimes he's worse than a kid" Steve tells me, smiling and gesturing for me to follow him to the sofa.
I sit next to him but keeping a certain distance.
Which does not go unnoticed by him.
"Steve it's ok.Bucky has nothing to do with it.He didn't tell me anything.We were just talking when you have arrived"
"What happens?" his voice veiled with concern, "Did Bucky say something to you?Because whatever it is..."
When you arrived with her.
I would like to add but I bite my tongue.
It wouldn't make sense to set up a scene.
He looks at me intently.
"So what's bothering you, honey?"
"Please don't call me that!"
I feel myself on the verge of tears.
I can't handle it anymore.
I jump on my feet and go to the door.
"Maybe it's better that I go.I made a mistake.I shouldn't be here"
I shouldn't be here, how much truth and how much pain in a handful of words.
Before even reaching the doorknob, his strong hand closes around my wrist.
"Please don't go.Talk to me" he begs me.
I narrow my eyes.
One tear escape.
"Whatever it is we will solve it together.You and me.Come with me, let's go for a walk.If after talking I still have not convinced you I will let you go.I promise you"
I nod, I can't deny it.
Outside the sun begins to go down.
We set out and observing the road I think I understand where we are headed.
We are heading to the Hudson river.
It is a small green space.
Nice and quiet.
There is a man walking with his two pitbulls.
Two girls jogging.
They slow down as soon as they see Steve.
They devour him with their eyes and then they giggled among themselves.
He doesn't even seem to notice them.
On the other hand, I feel invisible.
We head to a bench, positioned right in front of the river.
We remain silent for a while to enjoy the view.
The only sounds that can be heard are the lapping of the waves and the sound of ferry boats making their way up and down on the surface of the water.
Now or never.
"Maybe it's better if we don't see each other again, Steve"
This hurts as hell.
His stunned look hurts.
His is just a whisper.
"Why?Did I do something wrong?Don't...don't you like me enough?"
His conclusions are absurd.
How can he even think that?
"Yes, I seenyou.I'm seeing you, honey"
"Are you kidding, aren't you?I mean have you seen yourself?Can't you see how all women die behind you?I'm not enough" I whisper, "Did you see me?" I add almost desperately.
I smile bitterly.
"I think your type would be more of a beautiful blonde, thin, tall and self-confident.Maybe just like your beautiful neighbor.Don't you think?"
"Sharon is just a friend.Yes, we were together a long time ago but nothing important.We remained good friends and then we work together"
Perfect.
His sexy blonde neighbor is an ex of him.
They are also colleagues.
Life sucks.
"Are you by any chance...jealous?"
A crooked smile appears on Steve's lips.
"Shut up, Steve!Don't be stupid"
"You know I swore..."
"Steve please, you don't help me!"
"Don't help you with what, Lily?" Steve explodes.
The anger in his voice.
His words are like a slap.
Steve POV
I didn't want to raise my voice.
The moment I saw her in front of my door I felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight in my stomach.
When I kissed her it felt so natural.
So right.
I feel like I'm home.
She's home.
And now she's telling me that she don't want to see me anymore?
I'm sorry but this time she won't go away without giving me some answers.
She gets up and leans on the railing that runs along the shore.
"I promised I would let you go but I want an explanation.I deserve it, don't you think?"
I try to be as calm as possible.
I thought we were on the same page.
How can she give it all up so easily?
"Steve..." I feel she is about to cry but I don't stop.
"Please, just tell me the truth honey"
If I insist now she will give up.
I'm sure.
I use that nickname that I found natural to call her from the start.
Like honey that stuck to my heart.
Difficult to send away.
She point her gaze into mine and I see her hesitating.
After that she sighs.
"This isn't real" she whispers.
I can't understand...
"You, this place, are only here"
And so saying she points to her forehead with a finger.
"You are just a dream, the fruit of my imagination"
I bursting out laughing, it's not a happy laugh.
"Look if you have someone else or if you are married just tell me.But please have respect for my intelligence"
She turns to the river and begins to cry.
"You know, I knew you wouldn't believe me"
"How could I?" I verbally attack her.
"Listen Steve, I know you're angry and you think I'm a crazy liar but I'm telling you the truth!Why don't you understand?I'm trying to be totally honest with you!"
Flames dance in her eyes.
She's bringing out the grit.
Then she's not all that submissive.
I take a few steps away but she whirls around and she approaches hard-nosed.
She starts talking again.
It is the longest speech that I had ever heard her give.
"In the evening I go to bed at my house, in my reality.As soon as I fall asleep, I open my eyes again here in New York.This is the first time this has happened to me.Don't you think that I didn't think that I was crazy too?That's why I shouldn't see you anymore.Because you're not real and it kills me.I can't live like this!The other times I've been with you I didn't run away.I just woke up in my reality.In my bed"
Part of me wants to believe her, after all I have fought gods, monsters and aliens.
I shouldn't be surprised that another parallel reality can exist.
The thing that worries me is that she believes that this life, my life is fake.
This means that she may not know who she is or where she comes from.
Pure imagination.
Just a dream.
I see her legs trembling, she is trying to go back to lean on the railing.
She is white as a ghost.
"Are you okay, honey?Do you want me to call for help?"
"No, it's okay.I'm just waking up on the other side"
I feel her start sobbing, her small and delicate hands go up my arms to hook behind my neck.
She is crying now.
My hands close behind her back, on her hips.
"I'm sorry Steve.I swear I would have spent my life with you if it had been possible."
It's not like that.
This is the real world.
I absolutely have to know where she comes from.
I have to be able to look for her.
She is real.
I can feel her here hugging me.
I feel her warm body, her heart beating madly.
I feel her tears wet my shirt.
How can this not be real?
She lifts her head.
Yet she continues to be the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever landed on.
Her eyes are red and puffy, the tip of her nose all red.
She gets up on tiptoe and kisses me.
At first softly then all of a sudden with urgency.
The same urgency that I feel.
Our tongues touch and I lose my reason.
It's a kiss of teeth and tongues.
We devour each other's lips.
It is passionate and violent.
Full of unspoken words.
She bites my lower lip and then sucks it, I moaning desperately in her mouth.
It is again she who breaks away first.
Now her lips are swollen and red too.
And again.
She gives me another sweet kiss and taking my cheeks in her palms she kisses me again.
Slightly.
Gently.
Our lips barely touch.
Like sweet caresses.
She rests her forehead on mine.
We remain still, lost in our painful silence.
"Goodbye Steve.I'll never forget you"
In a fit of desperation I grab her hands by her wrists and kiss her palm.
Then every single finger.
"I'll find you, Lily.Should it take my whole life I'll find you"
I kiss her again.
"I promise"
She smiles at me sadly and in doing so a slight blue glow envelops her and she disappears.
My arms are empty now.
They fall without force along my body.
Where she used to be, now there is nothing.
My chest hurts.
It is as if no matter how deeply I breathe I continually feel that I am suffocating.
So is this really the truth?
Will I really never see her again?
I look up to the sky.
"I'll find you, honey.I'll find you.That's a promise"
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“     what’s   up ,     my   name   is   knoxville  oakley  and   this   is   the   ‘  wired   autocomplete   interview .   ’     ”
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                                                                 𝒘𝒉𝒐  …
who  is  knoxville  oakley    ?
“     that  would  ultimately  be  me ,    i  guess  ?    though  my  friends  do  call  me  knox .     so  just  call  me  knox  the  next  time  you  see  me ,    okay  ?     other  than  that  cheesy  line ,    i  am  an  actor  i  guess  ?     ”
who  is knoxville  oakley  related  to  ?
“     you  either  know  me  as  my  mothers  only  son ,    who  is  none  other  than   the  famous  actress  ava  ashmore .     or  my  sisters  younger  brother ,     alexee  oakley ,     who  is  also  an  upcoming  actress .     oh ,    and  then  i  guess  there’s  also  my  dad ,     but  he’s  just  some  boring  old  high  ranked  business  man  that  i  doubt  you’ve  ever  heard  of .     sorry  not  sorry  dad .     ”
who  is  knoxville  oakley  favorite  marvel  superhero  ?
“     growing  up ,    it  was  always  spiderman .     so  being  able  to  play  him  is  literally  a  dream  come  true .     i  believe  to  this  day  it  still  is  because  this  kid  has  been  through  so  much  shit  yet  he  still  continues  to  stay  humble  and  wants  to  save  everybody ,     even  the  bad  guys .     spoiler  alert  !     ”
who  is  knoxville  oakley  dating  ?
“     that  would  be  my  beautiful  and  insanely  talented  girlfriend ,      larissa  macedo .     she’s  so  kick  ass  dude ,     like  i  genuinely  mean  it .     she  could  kick  my  ass  and  i  would  thank  her .     that’s  how  amazing  she  is .     ”
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                                                                      𝒊𝒔  …
is  knoxville  oakley  playing  peter  parker  ?
“     that  i  am  !     though  by  now  i’m  sure  most  know  that  answer ?     i’m  gonna  guess  this  was  a  frequently  asked  question  when  the  new  spiderman  movie  got  announced .     ”
is  knoxville  oakley  from  new  york  ?
“     i  am  not ,    hence  the  accent .     i’m  actually  from  london ,   lived  there  most  of  my  childhood  and  teen  years  until  my  father’s  time  in  the  military  came  to  a  final  halt  and  we  moved  back  to  the  states .      after  relocating  to  the  states  though ,    new  york  has  been  my  home .    as  well  as  hollywood .     ”
is  knoxville  oakley  currently  shooting  in  la ?
“    i  am  !     9-1-1  got  picked  up  for  another  new  season  so  expect  to  see  your  favorite  buckley  and  oakley  sibling  on  your  screen  once  again  in  the  fall  !     ”
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                                                                    𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕  …
what  is  knoxville  oakley  like  in  real  life  ?
”     i   get  compared  to  a  golden  retriever  puppy  a  lot  ?     i  guess  at  times  i  just  have  too  high  of  energy  or  seem  a  little  too  happy  to  people .      which  is  bonkers  by  the  way .     how  can  somebody  be  too  happy ,    yanno  ?     ”
what  color  are  knoxville  oakley’s  eyes  ?
“     blue ,      but  not  like  that  piercing  blue ,     yanno  which  ones  i’m  talking  about  ?     yeah  nah ,     mine  or  more  like  ocean  blue  maybe  ?    definitely  not  sky  blue .     ”
what  is  knoxville  oakley’s  zodiac  sign  ?
”     you  know  i  surprisingly  know  this  one ,     mainly  because  an  ex  of  mine  was  like  crazy�� into  the  whole  zodiac  thing .     i  am  a  cancer ,    and  we  are  known  to  be   generous ,     loyal ,     and empathetic .     ”
what  does  knoxville  oakley’s  tattoo  say  ?
”     i’d  have  to  counter  this  with  which  one ,     for  i   have  17 .      but  i’m  gonna  assume  it’s  the  one  on  my  arm  that  everybody  can  see  which  says .     ‘     i  saw  the  angel  in  the  marble  and  carved  until  i  set  him  free .      ’    it’s  from  michelangelo .     ”
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                                                                    𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔  …
does  knoxville  oakley  do  yoga  ?
“    i  actually  do  yoga  about  4-5  times  a  week  after  my  heavy  workouts .    helps  soothe  the  mind  and  body  back  down .     i  could  probably  be  better  at  it  though  so  if  anybody  wants  to  teach  me  more  moves  then  hit  me  up .    ”
does  knoxville  oakley  have  a  pet  ?
“     i  do  !   i  actually  have  a  cat  and  a  dog  that  go  together  perfectly ,     but  i  also  have  a  horse  as  well .     i  just  don’t  get  to  see  her  much  unless  i’m  detoxing  from  city  life .     she’s  well  taken  care  of  though ,     we  facetime  everyday .     ”
does  knoxville  oakley  dance  professionally  ?
“     if  tik  tok  dances  count  as  professionally  then  sure .     haha ,   but  no .    but  i  mean  maybe  i  could  if  dancing  with  the  stars  would  reach  out .    that  would  be  fun ,    right  ??     ”
does  knoxville  oakley  have  a  child  ?
“    not  that  i  know  of    ???    now  you  guys  have  me  questioning  whether  i  should  reach  out  to  some  of  my  exes  to  make  sure .     ”
does  knoxville  oakley  have  instagram  ?
“     hell  yeah  i  do ,    it’s  @knoxoakley .     send  me  a  message  after  you  watched  this  and  i’ll  message  you  back ,     might  even  follow  back .    who  knows ,    haha .     ”
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                                                                       𝒅𝒊𝒅  …
did  knoxville  oakley  date  juno  choi  ?
“     oh  god  no .   no  offense  or  anything ,    alright  juju  ?    we’ve  just  known  each  other  since  childhood  basically  and  honestly ,    she  probably  knows  me  more  than  i  know  myself  at  times .     that’s  my  best  friend  right  there .     ride  or  die ,    baby .     ”
did  knoxville  oakley  ever  delete  their  social  media  ?
“     no  i  did  not  !     many  people  believed  i  did  but  lari  actually  invited  me  to  go  with  her  to  one  of  her  sights  and  what  was  supposed  to  be  just  a  day  there  and  back  actually  turned  into  us  spending  well  over  two  weeks  there  just  because  it  was  so  beautiful  and  we  needed  a  break  away  from  the  city .     but  with  it  only  originally  being  a  day  there ,     i  didn’t  bring  a  charger  for  my  phone .    it  was  a  nice  break  away  though .     ”
did  knoxville  oakley  have  a  fight  in  public  ?
“     only  with  my  dear  ole  dad ,    i  guess .    wouldn’t  call  it  a  fight .    no  fists  were  swung  or  anything .     it  was  more  of  an  argument  if  i  do  say  so  myself .     ”
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                                                          AND  WE’RE  DONE .
“     thank  you  guys  for  watching  and  for  searching ,    i’m  honestly  quite  impressed  on  how  interested  you  guys  are  in  my  life .    thank  you  so  much !     ”
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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓
Name: Spinoff of Luna 2
Alias: Satoshi Okamura (human alias), Spins
Gender: Non-binary, uses they/them but doesn’t mind it/it’s
Age: 3.2 million years (mentally early 30s)
Species: Cybertronian
Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown
Abilities / Talents: Fast typing speed, knowledge in psychology, fast running speed, acting, mechanics, basic first aid
Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true
Religion: They believe in the Primes, and not much else.
Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath
Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience
Languages: Cybertronian, English, Japanese, attempting to learn like 10 others
Family: Cobalt (sister), Nightlight (daughter, parent AU only)
Friends: Various Decepticons, though this depends on the verse.
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / questioning / other
Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other (depends on verse)
Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent
Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese
Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black (holoform) / other
Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (yellow)
Skin: pale / fair (holoform) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / black / other (grey)
Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot (5’8, holoform) / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot (25’)
Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds (holoform) / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds
Scars: “J.W” carved into the inner part of their wings, buffed out almost thousands of times but still noticeable, at least to them. Scratches around their neck, approximately where the voice box is located (they’ve buffed these, but they can never stop scratching).
Facial Features: Sharp, angular fears with somewhat small yellow optics. Shallow lines are engraved from the bottom of their optics down to their jaw, similar to tear lines.
Tattoos: None, but they draw on their servos sometimes if they’re bored and have the time.
Dogs or Cats?
Birds or Hamsters?
Red or Blue?
Yellow or Green?
Black or White?
Coffee or Tea?
Ice Cream or Cake?
Fruits or Vegetables?
Sandwich or Soup?
Magic or Melee?
Sword or Bow?
Summer or Winter?
Spring or Autumn?
The Past or The Future?
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March 👵🏻 2023 Monthly - Aries
Whole of your energy: 7 Wands
You’re defensive at someone because they allowed the connection to die, or you blame them for it anyway. Two Queens are here, they may be your lover, or this was a competitive energy regarding a lover. You liked the same person? Other people got involved? You probably would’ve fought to keep the connection, or want to currently, while they’re happy to just let it go it looks like. That feels like a huge betrayal to you, if they didn’t actually betray you in the first place, which they may have. This could also be anyone at all that doesn’t “like” your lover, or vice versa.
What’s going on in March:
Queen of Cups:
This is who you’re disconnected from, could be a Cancer. Genders may be swapped any direction it doesn’t matter, but this is someone that’s a friend to everyone, they’re generally very kind and forgiving of the faults of others. Nurturing. Mothering even. This person is emotionally fine, victorious even, patient and balanced in their own world, focused on their finances and the opportunities before them. The angst seems to be with you, because you’re not in their world right now, so HOW are you just okay?!
6 Wands:
There has been a heartbreaking situation between you two, probably involving friends. Or an event, a holiday, etc. Or you could be trying to overcome past heartbreak and become more friendly with each other again. You seem to miss them being around, and possibly feel whatever caused this hurtful situation was not as big as they’re making it out to be. They seem to be the hurt ones, so they’re blaming you too. Meanwhile you’re over here having no clue why or what you did to deserve this, “they’re overreacting” and “this is silly”. I mean that’s…Aries. Any water sign is not likely to brush off hurt, especially if they’re feeling invalidated or brushed...off. It’s not their thing. That seems to be the issue. They’re rising above all of this, alone, which makes you angry & defensive.
4 Swords:
There’s silence between you, which again, that’s how water energy tends to work. They’re not going to argue with you, not going to compete with you. “You know what you did” energy. Hmph. And they’re not opening the door to hear any excuses and defensive behavior behavior either, it’s just silence, they have to heal now. Your Oracle says this is out of your control, and it definitely feels that way. You’re being shunned, and it’s driving you crazy, so they definitely know you well.
9 Wands rev:
You want to get past these battles and bullshit with this person, but they won’t give you the time of day, you’re not being heard, and so you’re understandably frustrated on that end as well. This other person just gave up and went into silence. You can’t get it off of your mind or let it go. Which is what you’re being told to do. You can try of course but there is a level of harassment that’s a fine line and if this person doesn’t want to hear it, that’s their choice. You can’t set the burden down and walk away, fix the problem, like you want, let’s just get over this. They’re like no, *block*, or the equivalent in some way.
Queen of Wands:
This is your own fiery & confident energy, wanting to take the first step, willing to dive in and deal with issues, wipe the slate clean. Your person seems to think the slate was carved in stone, there is no wiping it clean. You two are very different, and if the signs ring true, squared for a reason. You don’t seem to understand this person at all, or their feelings, and their side is more like…”that’s the whole point”. Because of their vibe, and having pulled Righteous Raspberry, Spirit seems to be leaning towards a message of accountability. You can’t wipe a slate clean without addressing it, and forgetting it & just moving on are not addressing it. They don’t seem to have any faith in what you have to say, that’s why they won’t even give you a chance. Give it a rest, maybe change your tactics. Dive deep with it.
Signs you may be dealing with:
Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, Cancer & Gemini
Oracles: ✨
“Pick one thing beyond your control, and let it go. Just like that.”
10 Burden 🫠
Many times we take on the stress of those we love and care for. We see it as the ultimate sacrifice. We take on others’ burden to save them the trouble or heartache. Ironically, the way energy and the universe work makes this a very counterproductive way of operating. When we take on the burdens of others, we deny them the ability to learn and grow from their own lessons. We also interfere with divine planning and timing. Never one to be thwarted - any lessons circumvented will absolutely reappear - sometimes with much more force than what was originally intended.
Ask yourself if you or another is taking on troubles and lessons not belonging to them out of a need to be needed. This stems from the fear that you (or they) are fundamentally not enough. This is not true, you are created perfect. Your fears and doubts keep you separated from this truth. This is the separation one can feel from Spirit. Once you accept and believe you are perfect and worthy, the tendency to make yourself invaluable to others through your help and assistance will go away. Your relationships can then be based on truth and not manipulation.
We enter into March as:
Righteous Raspberry 💅🏽:
“I have the same high standards for myself as I do for others.”
This is a message to lighten up! Notice your present attitude towards others. Perhaps you’re being too hard on yourself, and others as well. Allow others to be as they are. Supporting others around you creates allies. Watch your expectations, you could be setting yourself up for disappointment. You cannot be satisfied if you expect others to live up to standards you can’t even live up to. Besides, others are not you. Do it wrong, mess it up, have flaws. Trying to make the world perfect will only exhaust and alienate. Allow things to simple be. Look for what’s right in your world.
What is to be learned in March:
Blue November 🕊
“ A window is opened as a door gently closes.”
The passing of things in our lives is inevitable. Jobs, people, friendships, or relationships. This card is a message that whatever is going on requires a release on your part. There is no healthy escape from your own feelings. This card is a reminder that what is taken away is replaced with something else, in some form, eventually. You may not even be aware of the loss, but others around you are feeling it, in some cases. This could represent some unexpected news. You must be grateful for what you have. A coming celebration will pull you through whatever is coming. Do not be afraid that you are avoiding your feelings by celebrating. Your feelings will surface, and resurface, when they’re supposed to. Whatever is pending that you must face will not be as frightening as it is in your mind.
Blue may be a lucky color 💙
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