#current transits

[spirit-the-stars]

♎️ Happy Libra Season ♎️

Today, on September 23, 2024, we’ve just entered Libra season with the Sun at 01° Libra.

See the READ MORE for the significant planetary positions in this ♎️Libra♎️ season. We have quite a lot of important ones. 🪐✨️

-Venus has just entered ♏️Scorpio♏️at 00°43', bringing intense and passionate energy in relationships.

- Mercury is in late ♍️Virgo♍️ at 25°, still supporting detailed thinking and communication.

- The Moon is in ♊️Gemini♊️ at 17°, bringing a communicative and curious emotional vibe.

- Mars is in ♋️Cancer♋️, reflecting emotional intensity in actions, while Jupiter also in ♊️Gemini♊️ emphasizes learning and expansion through communication.

- Several planets, including Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto are 🌀retrograde🌀, which often signals a period of review and reflection on their respective energies.

1. 🌀Saturn Retrograde🌀: This period signals a time for re-evaluating responsibilities and boundaries. Saturn retrograde often brings up unresolved karma, making us confront the consequences of past actions and how we manage discipline.

2. 🌀Uranus Retrograde🌀: Uranus retrograde encourages internal change and introspection, especially regarding personal freedom and innovation. It can bring unexpected shifts that lead to breakthroughs, but this energy is more about internal reflection than outward rebellion.

3. 🌀Neptune Retrograde🌀: When Neptune is retrograde, illusions and fantasies become clearer, prompting deeper introspection. It can strip away escapism, pushing us to face reality and refine our spiritual and intuitive awareness.

4. 🌀Pluto Retrograde🌀: Pluto retrograde is about internal transformation, often resurfacing hidden truths and shadow work. It’s a time for deep personal change, shedding old habits, and understanding power dynamics within relationships and within oneself.

As this ♎️Libra♎️ season begins, we are invited to find harmony in our relationships and decisions. With so many planets in 🌀retrograde🌀, this is a powerful time to slow down, reflect on where we’ve been, and recalibrate for the future. Use the 🪐cosmic energy🪐 to dive deeper into self-awareness and transform any unresolved patterns, making room for new growth.🌱

[butterfly-effect-astrology]

Penumbral Lunar Eclipse 14°52' Scorpio

“The shadow is the greatest teacher for how to come to the light.” – Ram Dass May 5th concludes our eclipse season with a penumbral lunar eclipse at 14°52’ Scorpio. A penumbral eclipse is when the Moon moves through the outer part of the Earth’s shadow (the penumbra) causing a very subtle shadowing effect on the face of the Moon – which is how all types of lunar eclipses begin and end. But as…

[moonastrogirl]

This happens every time in Sagittarius season and it’s almost December which means Capricorn season, time to get myself together once again ☀️ 🕰️

Current transits : mercury retrograde (ends on December 15) in Sagittarius/sidereal Scorpio type Jyestha, aspecting mars in Leo/Sidereal Pushya Cancer (retrograde motion starts on December 6). This feels personal ong. It aspects my moon sign, Venus, Jupiter, NN/Rahu, SN/Ketu and my ascendant lord.

Ngl I kinda feel sick and tired of old stuff, old people, old issues/situations 🙄

[politijohn]

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[moonsoulastrology]

Current transits:

Sun Trine Uranus- With the Sun representing the identity, ego, power, and individuality (just to name a few) & Uranus representing independence, innovation, invention, and sudden change - this transit represents the universal mind, increased Intuition, creativity, progressive outlook, positive change, ideas coming from nowhere - a harmonious and motivating aspect bringing open mindedness, and finding success while doing so should come easy with this transit! Combined with the 9/9 portal today should be powerful and positive day!

[rassebers]

What my master really is

[nintendont2502]

john as a heir who inherits the narrative freely, doesnt even know that he has the narrative, and barely changes it unless hes being directed to by some outside force (breath as directionless, independent, detatched, free). john as a character whos never existed at the same time as an alternate version of him, a character who never has to face himself and remains largely unchanged by the end of the narrative even as it changes around him

ult dirk as a prince who destroys the narrative and destroys through the narrative, who is determined to reshape it in his own image and 'fix' it, who will make himself the villain if thats what it takes and do whatever he has to in order to help everyone, even if it means hurting them (heart as putting on and taking off masks when needed, inflexible, cold, building a coherent narrative of their own story). dirk as a character who constantly has to face himself via one of his many alternate selves, who can only gain control by uniting those alternate selves into one coherent whole

john is homestuck and ult dirk is homestuck post canon and one of the first things he does when he gains power is kill john (kill homestuck) through the narrative. destroying the (previously free, directionless, detatched) narrative and destroying that narrative through your own (inflexible, cold) narrative. theyre so yaoi

[bioethicists]

it's quite offputting to me when ppl can't disentangle their hatred for capitalism from a hatred for... new technological innovation? the ways in which capitalism has shaped the development of certain technologies has been deeply negative, not to mention that imperialism ensures that new technology is usually produced via extractive relationships with both the planet + ppl in the global south.

but this weird tying of capitalist impact on innovation (+the idea of what is/is not innovation) to hatred of innovation itself (or even more disturbing valorization of "the good old days"/implications that technology is causing social degeneracy) is baffling to me. perhaps it is impossible to achieve specific technologies without unconscionable resource extraction practices, in which case they should not be pursued. but so many ppl act like there is something inherently morally suspect in pursuit of tech such as autonomous vehicles or AI or automation, independent of the material conditions that produced them/that they may produce.

tesla is evil because they exploit ppl for profit + participate in an economy built on the exploitation of the global south + use 'innovation' as a marketing tool to mask serious safety concerns. they're not evil bcuz they want to make vehicles that move on their own. there are actually a great deal of fantastic applications for vehicles which move on their own? equating technology with moral decay is not a radical position; you need a material analysis of why technological innovation has become characterized by harmful practices.

[junosmindpalace]

FOR YOU, FOREVER AGO

🎧 take a piece of my heart and make it all your own.

pairing: arthur morgan x gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: arthur, and the notes he leaves in the books he gifts you. who could have figured love can transcend time?

content: established relationship, reading, reading and some more reading (together), soft and playful love, fluff with some angst at the end (arthur's death mentioned). reader is briefly said to be wearing a chemise.

a/n: i said i wouldn't write him again and here i am. writing him again. because this game has taken up so much of my writing headspace...

There’s an old saying that Arthur has heard retold in various different ways, and it went along the lines of “an idle mind is the devil’s playground.”

It derived from Proverbs 16:27: “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop,” something he later found out upon overhearing the phrase from the Reverend’s mouth during one of his rare sermons. Arthur doesn’t believe much in any sort of sacred text, but he could, to an extent, believe in that phrase. 

It’s a belief Dutch and Miss Grimshaw hold in especially high regard, and their incessant nagging to do away with him loitering about in the camp proved that. And while he agrees that it is necessary for everybody to do their part, Arthur spends much of his time out involving himself in all kinds of tough and weary business, and like anyone else, sometimes the enforcer needed a break. 

Though it seemed so to quite many people, Arthur’s mind was not solely fixated on his life of crime. Like many other people he was a man of love, who enjoyed reveling in Mother Nature’s beauty, and memorializing its likeness in his journal in gorgeous detail, too. He enjoyed lingering in on conversations that took place around him; mundane things like about rumors and town happenings, though they weren’t always pleasant. And above all else, he enjoyed being around you. 

Scare was the time to enjoy such leisure with your responsibilities, however. Often, he would return to camp well into the dead of night or during wind down time you had permitted for yourself (because Lord knows Grimshaw wouldn’t) to entertain your mind. Borrowing from the collections of books around camp was one of few forms of amusement you relied upon for some sort of satisfying stimulation.

Arthur couldn’t help but sometimes be jealous of this. To enjoy the leather cover of a book against his fingertips and the patches of sweetgrass and lavender enclosed around him like a makeshift bed was a luxury he could rarely afford. Yet still, he found ways to incorporate his own amusement to look forward to when he did have the off time to enjoy it.

The habit, at first, was a means of compensating for his long absences. It was almost his way of giving you a piece of his heart to hold to your chest, fill your mind, make your own with your wild imagination while he was away for sometimes frightening days at a time. 

Arthur provided you with literature of all sorts, from dime novels to hardcover books, when he encountered them on his travels. Mythology retellings, exaggerated tales of the fictionalized Wild West, dramatic historical fiction with royalty, castles, and dragons, and the sort of philosophy books Dutch enjoys reading passages aloud from that critique civilization. Each one, though unique in content, held a message with consistent love that made your heart swell and your lips stretch into a pleasant smile at the intent behind them. 

Couldn’t resist. 

Thought you’d like this one. 

All my love. 

Thought of you. 

For you to enjoy when I’m away.

To keep you preoccupied while I’m gone.

To make up for lost time. 

It's late when Arthur finds time to enjoy the stories with you, propped up on his side in the while his other arm is draped loosely around your waist as you lay in the same position, holding the book the two of you were enamored with in one hand. The firelight illuminates the pages for him to read from over your shoulder, his fingers brushing over your stomach and arms absentmindedly as he immerses himself in the world along with you. 

“This gentleman sure is a character.” 

“Ain’t he?” you snicker, taking the comment as an indicator to turn to the next page. “Almost reminds me of someone.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he raises a brow at you, observing your expression with a tilt of his head.

“Nothin’ at all.” you hum innocently, pretending to fix your attention back onto the pages. He catches your bluff when he teasingly curls his arm around your waist and presses you closer against his chest, invoking a squeal of laughter from you as he ruffles your chemise. 

“Just turn the page.” he chuckles with a slight shake of his head and a roll of his eyes, but when you meet his playful gaze with one of your own, any further teasing dies on his tongue as his breath becomes lodged at the sight of your glow in the firelight. 

“Okay.” you tut with a raise of your brows, resituating yourself and leaning further into his grasp, to which he responds by hugging you closer. 

When your time wasn't spent under the stars, it was in your tent. Accompanied in your shared bedroll was a book from a marketplace stand you had picked out together when scouting around town. One of Arthur’s hands holds it on his stomach with his fingers at the bottom, while his other holds your shoulder soothingly. You lay your head over his heart, listening to its steady pulsing, and following the small text with tired eyes to lull you to sleep. 

Sometimes he read to you, when your eyes grew too heavy to look up at him, and your brain was too exhausted to form coherent enough thoughts, let alone conversation. He'd read with his free hand, voice gradually becoming husky with thick exhaustion of his own the more he read on. 

“Why’d you stop?” you murmured to him as you lulled you head up to look at him, briefly slipping into fuller consciousness when taking note of the absence of his voice amidst the evening chill.

“Thought you’d fallen asleep,” he replied, rubbing a hand up and down the side of your arm before planting a kiss on your forehead. You only shook your head.

“A little more?”

Arthur peered outside through a crevice in his tent to the pitch black, redirecting his attention back to you with a sigh. “Alright. But only a little.”

Sometimes you read to him, when he returns to the campsite with his brain scrambled from the hat and madness of his travels, and longs, almost on autopilot, for your presence and an extended period of rest. With his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, legs tangled on your sides and head snug against your stomach, you propped up one of the books you had borrowed from Mary-Beth, a romance that you could always rely on to knock Arthur out, with one hand, while the other carefully threads through his locks of brown hair.

“That sounds like a nice place to live, don’t it? In a house with a white picket fence and a beautiful garden.” You had asked him quietly one of those nights, looking down at his still figure, who merely hummed in response against your stomach. “Maybe outta the country.”

“And go where?” he replied drowsily, peering up at you through small eyes.

“I don’t know…surprise me.” you teased, and Arthur chuckled.

“Maybe someday, sweetheart.” he placed a kiss on the fabric of your night wear, letting out a sigh as he adjusted himself against you again. “Maybe someday we’ll go somewhere real nice.”

Amidst ever changing lives—periods of transition and transformation and hard feelings and new hopes and dreams—you made sure to often revisit his little notes kept in between the first few pages of a book picked out with you in mind and written with all the care you had to offer to one another. Nights apart we’re spent tracing the loving words with your eyes, running a nail through the loopy font. It reminds you that you lay under the same stars, the both of you wishing to reunite sooner than later upon one of the billions that twinkled in the sky. 

When Arthur had passed under the dying night sky, the menial, but important, declarations of love became lost to you. 

Focusing on anything outside of survival seemed impossible afterward, and the grief was all too fresh and thought consuming. Most of the time was spent rebuilding your life to the best of your ability, something not quite what you had envisioned in hopeful late night conversations with Arthur, but more bare minimum. No beautiful porch with a nice garden, no homey furnishings. Only a simple bungalow with a creaky bed and a bag of few possessions you managed to snag in your abrupt departure.

At the bottom of the bag one day, you find something, no, many things, you had not laid your eyes upon since before the hope of a new dawn was extinguished within you. 

It had been the first time you had felt an urge to be productive. For most of your days were spent in melancholy and anxious paralyzing thought that kept asking, what’s next?

You held them in your hands carefully, turning them over before opening them curiously, only to have your breath hitched when your eyes landed on the front.

Couldn’t resist.

You scrambled for another.

Thought you’d like this one.

Another, and then another. All of them until the reminders brought you to tears.

All my love.

Thought of you.

For you to enjoy while I’m away.

To keep you preoccupied while I’m gone.

To make up for lost time.

The rest of the night became dedicated to remembering all that you once had, and that you were once determined to have. Reading stories that always seemed as fantastical as your dreams of a sweeter life, perhaps where they even derived from. The inspiration and hope they fuelled gradually returned with each memory you recounted of your shared dream with Arthur.

He had given it to you in the end. Taken you some place nice, even if he wasn’t there himself to enjoy it with you. He’d given you a piece of his heart all those years ago, and you made it your own. Given you the resources—just enough money and a whole lot of love—to help you realize a life you always wanted. He was there; in the blooming flowers, in the magnificent dawn and dusk, in the pages of books you held carefully between your fingers. And you’d remind yourself of it every night with a trace of your fingers over his scrawled messages of adoration.

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[uncanny-tranny]

Every time you think, "Oh, I don't have [x condition], I'm basically cured!" that is the devil talking. You aren't cured, you are likely going through periods of your symptoms waning. Don't cease whatever you're doing to help yourself, like medication, for instance, because it's likely you still have the conditions or symptoms, even if you aren't noticing them as frequently or severely.

[wholesomepostarchive]

I made you this icon as a holiday gift - thanks for keeping our spirits up!

OH WOW OH WOAH!!! I’M SO SORRY I’M SEEING THIS ASK ABOUT A YEAR LATER BUT MY GRATITUDE + AWE IS AS ABUNDANT TO SPAN THE TIMEFRAME WHEN THIS WAS FIRST SENT!! SO THANK YOU TWO-FOLD HAHA!!!

THIS IS BEYOND DELIGHTFUL AND I AM INCREDIBLY STUPENDOUSLY GRATEFUL + IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!! SEEING THIS HAS MADE MY YEAR!! THANK YOU THANK YA AGAIN :’-) I’LL KEEP THE “WHOLESOME” LIGHTS ON!!

[teaandinanity]

I would just like to reiterate that Kamala Harris is not and was never a cop.

She was a district attorney.

DAs can and have done a lot of good, occasionally up to and including refusing to enforce laws they think are evil bullshit.

In her case, she used the position to help start a program that literally said 'this nonviolent drug offender should go to school instead of prison, actually.' Which reduced recidivism and is EXACTLY the kind of thing I would like to see more of from our justice system.

She's not a cop.

[butterfly-effect-astrology]

Venus Out-of-Bounds in Sagittarius and Capricorn

On October 26th at 12:48am ET, Venus when Out-of-Bounds at 9°59′ Sagittarius and will remain Out-of-Bounds until December 3rd at 25°59′ Capricorn — spanning a total of 39 days and 46° of the zodiac. It’ll reach its greatest declination at 25°37 South of the ecliptic from November 12th at 7:29pm ET through November 15th at 12:16pm ET when Venus is transiting through 1°-3° of Capricorn. Venus was…

[dkettchen]

[homoquartz]

sometimes i catch myself thinking i'm not "qualified" to speak about issues regarding trans men as if i haven't gotten top surgery and changed my name and pronouns everywhere and made my presentation completely masculine

like none of those things are REQUIRED to be a trans guy but i mean. they definitely indicate that perhaps i understand how being trans feels

[politijohn]

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We must make mass public transit a reality everywhere. A world with fewer cars and roads is possible