#Lil crab lil cancer

[athousandmorningss]

& there's love pouring out of my eyes.

{I wrote this letter for my friend, and I'm sharing it here, too. It's probably full of misused words, too many comas, lengthy sentences, etc}.

Sunday, November 24. 6:40 PM

Dearest Y,

This letter has seen numerous starts & stops. Mostly, stops. You ask of/about my writing (of books or for your magazine). While these utterances encourage toothy smiles on my end, I can’t quite get beyond myself to sit down and write. I’d ask my poet/sister/friend some time ago if she still wrote poetry and attended open mics. No, she’d said. “I’m too old,” she’d offered as an explanation. Ah, yeah: that thing. That thing which encourages a dull ache in my left hip when I put too many miles under my feet, that thing that tugs at the heavy weight of my tits until they inch lower, then lower still. That thing which encourages a specific and reoccurring experience marked as weariness, which my other friend explains as “Crys is a cynic.” In her collection of essays titled What If This Were Enough? (which you would like, btw) Heather Havrilesky writes briefly about a term the Japanese use, mono no aware, “which translates literally as “the pathos of things,” but means more broadly, “a melancholic awareness of the transience of existence” (p.81). The common visual by way of an explanation, I think, is that of the existence of cherry blossoms: their blooming is brief, and as the petals fall, we are made more aware of this reality. It is their briefness of being which enflames this feeling of mono no aware: that they exist, and then they do not. Beautiful and brief all at once: we ache and bear witness.

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The other evening, I attended a poetry reading that featured New Mexico’s Poet Laureate, Lauren Camp. The event seemed a direct response to a lack I’d recently voiced to my lover: that I missed attending poetry readings and pubic talks that often occurred on campus. This was a Zoom call, though: the black, faceless boxes and lack of physical proximity of bodies and voices seemed (and was) a dreadful way to host a reading. But oh, it was so lovely to listen to the Lauren’s voice rise and fall as she read, the smoothness of her voice buttery and soft as she recited to us. She noted that she had, early on and into the remainder of her life thus far, rejected the use of a journal or diary and preferred instead to keep memories in poetic form instead. I inquired about this, and her response was that after her mother had died, poetry allowed her to “write horrible poems, but I was grieving and manipulating the words. Poetry was a container for my experience.” Later, she described it as a practice of paying attention and a practice of patience. Later still, she reminded us that we can write as a way to figure something out and— this struck me— as a way to please yourself via the process of playing with writing. Later still, she recalled asking her students to describe an experience or observation with a greater richness: the sky is blue? Blue like what? Blue like what?

It was all a retort, in a way, to my cynicism; to the mono no aware I feel; to my increasing agedness which encourages me to consider, and believe, that nothing matters. That we are untethered; that nothing is permanent; that this lack of permanence renders most things inconsequential. I am grappling with and living within this feeling of flatness; of emptiness; of banality which has begun to touch all and everything in my life. It makes me resistant to the process of writing: because I can’t see any meaning for it, other than a place to store my own self-obsession.

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My marriage & subsequent divorce & first year spent alone during the holidays, during which I had to put down my beloved cat Oliver (my best friend since my early twenties) who was dying of cancer, made me feel wild and wide-eyed in my grief. I felt crazed. Like I was walking around in grey. Everything had this fuzzy, distant, far away feeling. It was the same feeling I’d had when my father died, and then my mother: this realization that what you had can never be again; that your life has fundamentally shifted; that the experience will be a reference point for all of your other experiences until you die. It was deep grief. It was a portal.

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I’m sitting now on my lover’s bed. I walked the short distance from my apartment to his, removed my boots and pants and bra and fed his cat while he is out of town. His cat, Abbey, paces slowly to the kitchen and then joins me atop the soft comforter. She is an unusual cat. When I come to visit I find her laying in the center of the hard living room floor. She often rejects the couch; the bed; the chairs and chooses instead to nap in-between my lover’s stove and kitchen wares. Sometimes she sleeps on the bathroom closet floor. I once brought over a soft blanket for her to lay on in there, which she rejected with a stubborn swiftness. She sits near me but never on me, such that when she recently placed her paws gently in my lap, I gasped in surprise. When she lets me rub the expanse of her inky black tummy, the curls of her fur soft and slightly matted, it feels like a great honor. To be trusted in that way. She comes to me when I call her now: responding quickly to the click of my tongue and my encouragement: “come on, Abbey.” To be trusted like that.

I live my life in extremes, and so after the divorce I did a year of celibacy. Felt sick at the idea of touching and being touched. Then, I engaged in a non-monogamous triste with two men at once: one, a boyfriend; the other, a lover. They knew of each other. We all grappled together with what it meant and how it could look and how we felt. I am in my lover’s bed now and, after several months with said boyfriend, left him a few weeks ago. We kept skirting around our differences but it became clear that he would want to move in together. And, because I can’t see beyond my own cynicism; because the idea of cohabitation both bores me and scares me; because I don’t want to do anything I’ve already done; because I’m probably fucked a bit in the head by the ex-husband (who, coincidently, still contacts me via rejected phone calls/emails/ letters every other month or so), I couldn’t suspend my disbelief long enough to give it a go. He was lovely enough (a bit of dehumanizing here is required in order to fully move on. If I linger too long on the memory of him always bringing the soft grey blanket to the bed and making it for me before we went to sleep together; or consider the way he used to bring me coffee and plant my forehead with kisses; or think of the way his father used to laugh loud and sweetly when I’d say “hi dad!”; or how his cat used to lay heavy on my chest and purr in my face when all lay together in rest, I will be rendered immobile, I will be stuck in and with memories, and so I dehumanize and reject them as a way to make it easier), but it felt that he was making me his world, that I was a placeholder for his own experiences, that there was a lack of self-actualization there, that I was filling a role as someone he could take care of.

And so here I am now, pantless and braless and caring for my lover’s cat, in bed with my pile of books, having snuck one of his cold lattes from the fridge. I don’t know what we are doing: we skirt and skirt and skirt around our affections for each other until I finally named it as love. We both went home and pulled up the dictionary to offer us definitions for what we feel, as if looking for evidence for our affections: an alignment of the world’s definition with our own. I told him once that it felt like, when I met him, a kind of “oh, there you are” sort of feeling, an experience of familiarity, like oh, there you are; you’re one of my people. there you are. There you are. We walk a lot; he bought us the same book so that we can read it in tandem and compare notes; he is a dear friend and a comrade in adventure, thinking, talking, lovemaking. But I don’t want to build my world around him. Because that would ruin it. I can’t see beyond my own cynicism enough to even imagine it…

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But I can’t give in, entirely, to this feeling (which I am not articulating well enough here). Perhaps it is a sort of mid-life crisis. No, here’s what it is: I am rejecting many of the institutions that I have been told my entire life will prop me up and give my life meaning and some semblance of structure and maybe, a touch of happiness. Marriage/motherhood/normative partnerships/an emphasis on work as my singular identity/religion/family structure as stabilizing center (this has largely been removed from me as a possibility by force, not by choice). This is at once freeing as it is terrifying: it necessitates constructing my own meaning-making that goes beyond living in the ways that I am supposed to, and I grapple frequently with a feeling that if I don’t have these things, what do I have? What is the structure and shape of my life…what propels me forward…what gives it meaning? Where do I find an identity in light of all this abjection? There. that’s it. That’s what I mean.

But anyways. I can’t give in, entirely, to this feeling. It exists in tandem with a kind of giddiness, an excitability, that feels more present in my life than it ever has before. Yvet, I learned how to do archery! I tried non-monogamy! I’ve been going to these once monthly full moon ceremony sessions, where two and a half hours of breathwork makes me wiggle on the mat with such delight I can’t contain myself, and Deb notices and gives me a drum so that I can bang the feeling out! Every time I see the full moon it’s like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it! I tutor this woman from Cuba and though there are some marked differences there between us, she feels like a sister; a friend: last week she read poetry in the sun with me and asked me what certain words mean and we laughed together, so loud. I’ve made friends with another older woman in the building. We go for coffee and she tells me stories about how she believes in reincarnation and that her friend was once told that he was a Frenchman with gastric problems in his past life: the specificity of this made me laugh with such pleasure. I scoop her some vegetarian chili into Tupperware and a few days later she leaves the Tupperware at my door, sticky note attached: thank you! <3. I met another woman through a meetup group that is also navigating a divorce and we meet a few times a month to adventure (tomorrow we’ll go thrifting and do a long walk by the river, this weekend we may visit her cabin). Dude. I know this older guy because we walk the same trail at night, and we’ve become so familiar with each other our conversations end in hugs now: he tells me he ain’t seen me on a bike in a while and when I lament the expensive one I’m eyeing at the local shop, he tells me to stop by, he’ll give me his, he never uses it. I’m still teaching, and have been in contact with the dean of the English department here, asking/reminding/asserting heyyyy I can probably cover some comp. classes for you. The paperwork got processed on Friday and I’ll start teaching it in the Spring. I’m scared. I’m still going to try. I wrote the other day that “can I do this? let’s find out!” is a fine mantra, because it is.

And today, when I walked the short distance from my apartment to my lover’s, I noted a mole working its little figure in and out of the dirt, creating a sizeable hole to burrow itself inside, its little nose poking out as it did its work. And there, on the power line, the birds were gathering along it: pairs of two covering the length of it.

Havrilesky writes, “my father’s wallet reminds me that nothing lasts. Just when you’re starting to get comfortable, you disappear. And maybe only one or two of your things will seem important to someone else when you’re gone.

That’s sad, but it’s also a reason to wake up to the enormity of the moment, to the unbelievable gift of being alive, right now. You don’t need more than this. all of heaven is within you” (p.81).

When I arrive at my lover’s house, I strip my clothes off and pat his cat and crawl under the delicious softness of his comforter. I imagine we’ll meet again in a few days, and maybe we’ll lay together underneath it, he’ll pull it up to his chin. We’ll look at each other, quietly, with such tenderness, then reach for each other, our mouths meeting, slowly and finally.

It won’t always be like this. That is the gift.

[incorrectzodiacquotes]

Do you have anything thoughts on aromantic cancers? Most of what I've seen labels us as being very romantic, and I'm just... not. I have minimal interest in it (I don't mind it, but I have no plans to actively seek it out either).

(I'm also asexual, for the record, but that's less important in this context since cancer isn't seen as a very sexual sign from what I've read.)

i think i've discussed this before in relation to the over sexualization of scorpios, but i'll state it again bc it's important: astrology has nothing to do with sexuality/romantic interest. the water signs in particular are viewed as very romance-oriented, sexual people, but i much prefer the idea that they are just able to more easily connect with people on a deeper level and get very invested in those in their lives - regardless of whether it's a platonic or romantic devotion. aromantic cancers care intensely about their friends/family and are incredibly intuitive. providing care for others as well as themselves is of high importance.

[greatgoogly-moogly]

Why am I only now realizing that THE sunshine boys, Simon Snow and Hinata Shoyo, share birthday

Anyways, happy birthday to my babies !!!

[mexican-texican]

reblog for larger sample size :)

[midheavenastrology]

✿❁Observations on Venus ♀︎and Mars♂︎ signs ❁✿

🍵Virgo - so Virgo rules the 6th house of health/well being. Virgo is also the perfectionist. Y’all have definite HIGH ass standards (I can relate: I’m a Virgo moon) what I’ve noticed is that strong virgo placements tend to like “fit” peeps, like they admire when you work out or have some kind of work out routine. Oh and plz be clean and smell nice 4 them 🧼🫧🧴😇 also “acts of service” is their Numbero uno love language “ babe I took out the trash 444 u 😏”

🍵Leo: y’all rule the heart ❤️ chakra so it’s really about love for u. Like u care less about looks and more about how much ur heart feels in tune with them. U love romance, but old school romance 💘 like 🍷 wine and dine 🍛🍽️me then call me daddy 😩lol. U usually date someone who’s a lil high maintenance, maybe a bit of a drama queen/king🤴👸iz da royal vibe tho.

🍵Capricorn : It’s def about brains for u 🧠🧐Like u can’t do dum dum babes- it makes u pucker in disdane. U want someone with goals, dreams. Someone who u can stand next 2 and be proud of. Like, this bish is a CEO of their company 🤑damnnnn. U like structure/control. Ur probs a bit of a control freak. 🪢It’s otay, just remember u can only control ur own needs. Truth is u need to feel secure to let ur guard down (probs where the control comes in) just like ur sister sign Cancer 🤗

🍵Aquarius: similar to Virgo, y’all tend to like fit, skinner peeps. You like someone that’s a little off the cuff, whether it’s how they think, dress or have like one lazy eye or some shit. 😎😎😎 the cool underdogs are ur cup of tea 🍵 for shore. U enjoy space in the relationship. Space literally 👽🛸and space between seeing each other..like u can literally go weeks without hangin with the other. My Pisces Venus shudders lol 😂

🍵Cancer: you’re the mother, the nurturer 🌝 so u want someone that is compassionate, sweet 🍰🍭🧁and receptive. You don’t like when someone is 2 aggressive 👿Just like the crab 🦀 u hide in ur shell 🐚 if someone is like “hey bb, let’s fuck” Just like the tides of the moon 🌚 🌝u can be moody so u need someone to be able to hold ur emotions. Be gentle with them. Be patient. The sweetest love 💗

🍵Scorpio: ya’ll naturally attract mystics 🪄🧚‍♂️🧝‍♀️and witchy 🧙‍♀️types. Who’s to say these types are ur ideal tho. Maybe they be, maybe not. U like deep deep divin into the psychological 🔎👩‍🏫underpinnings of ur lover. U want 2 kno every lover they’ve had before u, u just do ok, even if it hurts u. Lol. U like deep, soulful seggs 🫦🤫When u trust, u give endlessly, but when ur betrayed, u get daggers 🗡️ in ur eyes.

🍵Aries: oh gawd, y’all just love the chase 🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️don’t u ? 🍒 u love it so much that when things settle down, u don’t know what to do with yourself lol. Das why, u love independence, u also like it when the person is direct, but plz let an Aries take the lead lol. U like when the person surprises you 😱🤯😲keeps things fresh 🍑🍆Clingy is the opposite of what u need. But u contradict because ur secretly a BiG baby 👶🏻🍼🤗inside that needs to be coddled lol. Dilemma 🤔

🍵Pisces: it me ! So Venus is exalted in Pisces. It means Venus just LOVES 🥰🥰🥰being in Pisces, it’s the honorary guest y’all. So sweet, so sentimental, so love. Gotta be careful tho, cus u can put peeps on pedestals 🧎‍♀️🛐with dem rose 🌹 colored glasses 🤓 lol. If you’ve ever been loved by a Venus in Pisces, count urself lucky 🍀 AF. They will love u so deeply, cosmically 🔮and without boundaries- the purest love on this earth plane y’all. I cry 🥺🥺🥺

🍵Gemini: I like to call this Venus placement, mind fuckers: u fuck with ur mind 💭💬🗯️All the air placements do honestly. No mind connection, GTFO. I’d say y’all are less sexually aggressive tbh. More flowy (unless u got some srs fire placements, cus fire placements do be smashing all day long) again, like Aquarius, u like space 🛸☄️🚀in ur relationships. Hella flirty 🫦🫦🫦with ur words (most air placements are btw) one thing; if these cats lose interest in u, the number 1 tall tell sign is they stop communicating 🙊🙊🙊as frequently lol

🍵Sagittarius: usually you’re into foreign peeps, because Sag rules the 9th house of foreign places 🌁🌆🌌🚞🧳🚢You like the unknown, so u seek it. Someone who speaks a different language 🗣️than u is such a turn on. Someone who drinks coffee differently from u is such a turn on. Ur less discriminatory when it comes to looks- very open minded 🙌After all, y’all are the explorers of the zodiac. You want to explore ALL the options big, small, in between etc 😏😏😏

🍵Taurus: cus ur ruled by Venus…ngl, u like pretty, u like beauty 💋💄👗. U like when someone is put together and cute. U like good manners and nice smells 👃U like to take it slow and steady, becus they always win 🏆 the race ya kno ? U like sensory feels, like ur probs into some domination in bed yes yes ??? ⛓️🔗U like honesty, consistency and stability. Don’t lie to them…you’ll never be forgiven ever ever ever.

🍵Libra: also ruled by Venus, so u like someone clean, lean and charming. Ur a natural flirt 🫦so u don’t mind if ur other is one too. Keeps things fresh right ? U like someone that says please and thank you. Ur a sucker for a pretty face, but a bigger sucker for a pretty brain. The two combined: big time score 4 u. Y’all really love love 🥰🥰🥰u like bein in love and thinkin about it and romanticizing about it but when ur in it, u just can’t decide - u probs left someone on read a couple times and ghosted 👻them cus u felt pressure to decide lol. 🥲

Das all y’all ! Hope this was helpful 🤗🤗🤗

Thanks so much 444 reading and supporting !

Love y’all 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[tumblertown-headcanons]

Team Belle Edition!

Ivan: Trainer Class- “Belle Team Co-Leader”

Metagross

Golem

Roaring Moon

Empoleon (Starter, the main water typing reminds him of Misra)

Lycanrock (Dusk) (Rockruff are super affectionate but the stones in their collars are painful when they rub against their trainers skin…you get it)

…Galarian Rapidash? (he loves Our Small Horses)

Misra: Trainer Class- “Belle Team Co- Leader”

Feraligatr “Richie” (Starter, its toughness reminds her of Ivan)

Tentacruel “Squidward”

Ludicolo “Lily” (she’s pretty cheerful)

Carracosta “Crush” (rock-water, perfect for the sibs)

Lapras “Lapis” (idk it just feels right)

Masquerain “Eyes” (reminds her of Anne)

Anne: Trainer Class- “Team Belle Admin”

(but is very nice to the player and would heal your team win or lose)

Parasect

(A stupidly strong) Vivillon (was her starter, she couldn’t get a standard one)

Accelgor

Orbeetle

Kleavor

Pheromosa “Elena” (she let Misra name it)

Caden: Trainer Class- “Team Belle Admin”

Skeledirge (death, afterlife, hell, yada yada that’s his starter)

Shiny Kantonian Rapidash (he thinks it’s cool, even cooler now that he knows Ivan likes it)

Umbreon (related to the moon)

Crabrawler (Cancer is the crab Constellation)

Trevanant (reminds him of his mom)

Darkrai (duh)

Bennet: Trainer Class- “Plucky Kid”

Torchick “Fluffy” (starter, reference to that one incorrect quote)

Pikachu “Charlie” (for reasons)

Zorua “Rascal” (he found it in the woods, it reminds him of Noir)

(Lil baby don’t have a full team yet)

Memiri: Trainer Class- “Windy Defector”

Dragapult (Can become invisible)

Gyrados (Mega Stone attached) (flying, affects the weather)

Castform (weather based again)

Staraptor (wimdy)

Crobat (evolves with friendship)

Corviknight (flying, she thinks they’re neat)

YOOOO!!! You cooked again

Memiri: @memiri-belle / @vaporeon2010317

Bennett, Ivan, Misra: @the-belle-siblings

Anne: @sagehyperfixates

[strmpt]

do you think karkat cries about carcinization? that evolutionarily the crab has the perfect form? despite the fact that he was raised to believe his very existence was a mistake and therefore Wrong? but in the universe he created, crabs are perfect.

but also the duality of cancer (the crab) being the same word as cancer (the disease).

perhaps i’m just projecting my own emotions onto my blorbos again but. pls he is just a lil guy with Feelings

[violetjedisylveon]

Thanks @insertmeaningfulusername!

Im doing this late Halloween so yeah

Name: Violet

Sign: Cancer, im a crab 🦀!

Time: 10:22pm(i dunno what this one means

Last movie: Corpse Bride!

Last show: Hannibal, the one with Mads Michelson, my friend came over today and we watched that

When I created this blog: March 17th, 2021(i have it marked in my calender)

Other blogs: none yet, probably never another one, I kinda wanna make one for my funky lil swamp critter drawings.

Do I get asks/may you ask me something: you can ask me stuff, any stuff(just don't make it weird) but you might be subjected to an info dump so \ (ツ) /

Average hours of sleep: depends on the day, week days is 6-8, weekends is closer to 8

Instruments: I went horse riding instead of doing band practice. School taught me recorder but I threw the thing out ages ago.

What I'm wearing: Grogu themed pj shirt.

Dream job: I just wanna tell stories, play with clay and make people happy with my silly little creations.

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond, @the-mountain-flower, @biblically-accurate-crow, @phantom00maverick, @starwarstbbfan, @girlzrok-99, @ whoever else wants to join

[davnittbraes]

ASK GAME???

Ok sure. I don’t usually do these things but I just can’t say no to @shirks-all-responsibilities 🥰

Nickname: I am not, nor have I ever been, cool enough to have a nickname

Sign: I’ve always been partial to the Deer Crossing sign, they look like they’re having fun - jk Cancer though in terms of sea creatures I’m more octopus than crab

Height: 5’10” (no I do not play basketball or rugby, I trip over my own two feet at least twice a day, sure I’ll get that thing down from the top shelf for you)

Last thing you googled: Greta vs Andrew (ICONIC ❤️)

Song stuck in my head: Guns and Ships from Hamilton (FOR THREE DAYS SEND HELP)

Number of followers: haven’t done a porn bot sweep lately so I’ll say probably 80? Hello friends and sexy ladies with vaguely suspicious links in their bios 👋

Amount of sleep: as in last night? This week? My entire life? Doesn’t matter the answer is Never Enough

Dream job: Writing from a lil hobby farm in the middle of nowhere with a couple horsies and some chickies and a garden and a lot of trees and maybe like a babbling brook or something

Wearing: a hoodie and leggings

Movie/book that summarizes you: Chime by Franny Billingsley (I would like to live in this book please and thanks)

Fav song currently: impossible to say, depends on the mood of the minute (NOT Guns and Ships I’m sorry Lin Manuel but I’m now DREAMING this song)

Aesthetic: uhhhh slightly alternative lumberjack? Idk I’m a former emo kid and Canadian so there’s a lot of weird hair colours and flannel involved 

Favourite author: also impossible to say, but my favourite genre of authors is Fanfic

Random fun fact: the excretion from a snail’s foot is so thick it can crawl along the edge of a knife. Thanks Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader.

No pressure tags:

@dontletyourchildrenwatchthis

@yourcoolauntie

@mildlyhopeless

@tionmeh

@leithatnight

[athousandmorningss]

the thing I love most about my relationship with lil crab is that we are alwayssss thinking always parsing always reading/listening/ exchanging ideas and perspective. we're engaged in a continuous conversation in which it feels safe to ask questions and to offer a different perspective. it feels challenging and exciting at once.

[boobpancakes]

i did the gemini twins for gemini season should i make a lil crab lady for cancer season hmmm

[cxhleel108]

LITG S5 MC:

Name: Omari Martin

Age: 25 (During the Season) 26 (Now)

Birthday: June 30, 1997 (Cancer)

Hometown: Born in Durban, South Africa. Raised in Truro, England. Moved to Edinburgh, Scotland for college.

Ethnicity: South African

Job: Photographer

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 163cm/5’4

Hobbies: Drawing, Photography, Painting, Crocheting, Driving

Personality: My girl loves hard ok. If you’re a part of her close circle, you’re guarded for life. The Cancer sign is a crab so everything important to her is staying protected in her shell. That includes her emotions/feelings. Omari is more on the emotional side, but at the same time, she only gets vulnerable with people that she trusts. If she doesn’t trust that you’ll value her feelings as much as she would value yours, she’s only giving away so much of herself. Also, if you screw her over she can forgive you eventually, but she will never forget. “I get in my feelings, I’m sensitive, and I can be hurt just like everybody else but I rarely feel hatred or bitterness towards people who do me dirty. In due time I can let the hurt go, but I know to let the person go as well and break the toxic cycle before it can even manifest.” Art has always been a big part of her life. She’s very imaginative and loves creating her ideas into visual forms. Getting to do photography is basically her dream job. Now when it comes to partying, if her friends are going then she’ll go. If it was up to her how she spent her night, then she’s staying her ass at home. She likes hanging out in a more intimate environment because she feels like you can connect more that way. “My idea of a dream date is so simple. I really do not require a lot when it comes to that. Just me and my partner at home eating sushi or maybe pizza, doing whatever. Bonus points if he likes art too cos then we can draw together or something like that.” Just remember this, she’s def not boring and can turn up when she’s in the mood.

Why She Came On Love Island: Omari was ready to find new love. She felt that she had taken enough time to be with herself after all that happened with her last relationship and the one thing she hates the most is being alone. So, what better way to get over your ex cheating on you than going on an island vacation with several hot men waiting to cuff you?

Who She’s With: We’re just gonna discuss what she got up to after the show because all of them boys from the season literally SUCKED so bad that she ended up getting with nobody <3. Ok, Finn was cool and they did have a lil thing for a bit after the show ended, but they both knew eventually that they wanted different things so they just stayed friends. Other than that life’s been pretty good for our girl. She took her prize money and used it to move back to Truro because there was really no point for her to stay in Edinburgh anymore thanks to Suresh’s cheating ass. She got a lot of good offers for photography work so safe to say she’s been getting a few pretty pounds. A lot of apologies were sent her way once the season was done. Alfie, Dana, Arlo, and Gabi hit Omari up to say sorry for her terrible experience on the show and the part they played in that. She appreciates all of them admitting their faults and is completely fine with having cordial relationships but none of them are gonna be her besties anytime soon. “It’s sad cos I really did view Dana as a good friend and obviously everyone saw how much I fancied Alfie but all of the weird behavior became way too much to ignore and I couldn’t deal with it anymore.” Suresh probably has tried numerous times to apologize again and again but Omari has that man blocked on everything possible because she really wants his chapter of her life CLOSED. Her favorite thing to have happened because of the show though has to be the support she’s gotten. A large portion of the fans were rallying behind her the whole time. #JusticeForOmari was even trending on Twitter at one point. All of the winner girlies from the previous seasons (you’ll meet them soon) sent her sweet messages. Dani from Season 2 and Simone from Season 4 specifically showed her the most love. Dani invited Omari all the way out to LA to come on her channel/podcast so she could say all the things that she couldn’t on the show. “She’s exactly how you’d expect her to be in real life after seeing her on the show. Just super cool and hilarious 24/7. We got to laugh, bond over similar experiences, get serious, talk shit, and then laugh some more hahaha. I’m really grateful to her for that. Also, Bobby makes the best chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever had in my entire life.” Simone invited her out to lunch when she was in the area one day. They had a nice lil spill sesh and Simone even put Omari on to one of her friends who happens to be a certain tall, gentle, cat-owning tattoo artist from Falmouth that we all love. “I was talking about how I wanted to get a really nice and more noticeable tattoo cos I only have a small one on my wrist, so she recommended a close friend of hers who does really good ones and only lives about 25 minutes from me. I could tell by the fact that she started telling me stuff about him that wasn’t relevant to his job and then showed me a picture of a very attractive man that she was trying to set me up haha. But, that’s how Oliver and I met.” So yeah she’s with Oliver now and they’re just living life being like the cutest and most creative couple ever. (I really needed to give her a happy ending cuz…well you already know why)

[are-we-really-doing-this]

‼️About mE‼️ (tagged by @bl33ditout, wasssssssssssup, you got me like always)

Nickname: Tagz (glad I finally came up with one) and my friends call me Bic (like the lighter)

Sign: Yield, lmao. No, I'm a Cancer. Lil crab bastard.

Height: 5'11" (in my chunkiest sneaks)

Last Google Search: JDevil (fr I'm writing a cyberpunk DnD campaign and I needed a muse, catch me spacing out to some Killbot)

Song Stuck In My Head: Uhhhh, GlitchGang (Remix), hands down. When I heard that Hed (P.E.), Crazy Town, and Twiztid did a collab I think I came in my pants. I've listened to it like twice a day for the past week.

Sleep: I probably need some right now, but fuck that. I took a nap today.

Dream Job: Obligatory pro wrestler or rap metal musician pipe dream, but fr I really want to go into child psychology to become a youth councilor. Or a s//ugar b//aby, lmao.

Wearing: Just my whites and some black basketball shorts.

Favorite Song(s): Right now? Literally anything ICP adjacent but I've been getting very into Crazy Town recently. Yes I am the worst person you know. Also really feeling any track off Significant Other rn.

Favorite Instrument: Bass and turntables.

Aesthetic(s): Hoo bitch, I've been waiting for this one. Carcore saved my life. Y2K will never die in my opinion. My own personal brand of post-modern-southern-gothic-redneck-white-trash-whatever. Does the general concept of trashiness count? Well it does now. Old dead memes and image macros are a vibe on their own. Glittery shit. I'm not into rave or scene myself but I think it's hot. And shiny silver plastic electronics. Oh and juggalo shit, but that's pretty much carcore. (this is like my catch all for striking color combinations, oversized clothes, murdered out cars, facepaint, 90s and 00s hip hop and rnb, -core music, sweets, etc.) Plus the generic metalheadisms.

Favorite Author(s): glitchesaintshit and slapfool on Ao3

Favorite Color(s): Neon Green 💚 Electric Blue 💙 Blood Red ❤️

Last Song: Callout by Attila (sorry but I'm going there)

Last Series: Breaking Bad (I finally started it!!)

Random: I miss watching Minecraft letsplays but they all suck now, I don't even know what the fuck an SMP is.

[celestialtarot11]

I dont know if the ask got lost so imma ask again and i am sorry if its repetetive but can you do lilith in cancer in the 10th house, 🥺🙏🦀... 🔪thank you, slaps a crab sticker on your door

I wasn’t sure if that was you who requested it but its been posted here 🤍 i love ur lil crab sticker thank you. the only one im leaving on

[the-fog-in-the-rain]

So I've had this idea for a while now, of a kingdom in this lil dark fantasy world wherein all creatures are subsumed by a fungal virus. Think head-crab zombies, but with more foliage (mushrooms, mold, ect.), and the body they control is definitely still conscious. The song in question (which I've titled “eulogy to the victims of the mushroom kingdom” in reference to both mario and this) lets you in on the mind of one victim of said fungal plague… thing. I'm envisioning entire forests covered with mushrooms and it all looks like moldy cheese. Soundscape wise, i'm picturing a sound collage, bouncing between sounds as different as smacking lips, crunching food, wikipedia articles being read at the same time about both the tropic of cancer and the tropic of capricorn, the kinds of sounds that i can bite into like a chew toy, then you wake up and realize that your biting someones face off. The sound of potato shaped tumors made out of moss bulging off your skin like some poorly made practical effect, but you can feel that part of your arm seering with fire as the limbs of the tumor-tato thing spiral like fractals and bound you in place to be eaten by your occupants. Watching yourself from afar as several uninfected wolves hear you scream in pain as they bite into you. An easy meal for them… the sensation of rot and decay, of natural devastation, (or more accurately, natural revelation). The sound of half priced burgers from Wendy'sTM. The feeling of your soul being pushed down and sideways relative to heavenly light. Of corpses bound together by rope, dirt and worms. Of seeing the light inch closer to your face, and the terror in realizing that the light is growing dimmer…Biting fang, tooth and clementine. Sully desulled cactus flowers. Moss tumor limb fractile. Limb lime limp limguine. Rotting factory, rusting foliage. Crunching spat feeling esutb0 obtuse. The feeling of your soul being forced down & diagonally relative to the glatosphere. Psoriatic arthropods. Pain savant. Doped demigod. Of moldy infected tumors growing on your body until you cant see the sun anymore… of liver cancer, and an already deadman. … … …

[izvmimi]

Hi mimi! If your cute lil game is still open then I think Osamu is light blue coded and I am a cancer :)

you are a here for stability and security!! as the crab you prefer someone who handles you carefully and gently and tend to withdraw from more aggressive or loud people. I imagine you’re possibly a homebody as well!