#dissatsifaction

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[justmenoworries]

Yo, okay, totally bonkers theory here, but! What if Macaque’s and MK’s first meeting was a pure coincidence?

What if Macaque genuinely didn’t expect MK to be there, but once he was, Mac just kinda... rolled with it, because he saw his chance to get back at Wukong?

Ramblings and theorizing under the read more!

So, what their first meeting initially looks like seems like a classic con-artist set-up: Macaque creates the giant shadow-creature from his own shadow “defeats” it, gains the admiration of MK and we know how it went from there.

But upon several re-watches, I kinda noticed that, if that was in fact the plan from the very beginning, then some of Macaque’s actions and expressions don’t really add up?

Like right here, when he beats his shadow-giant for the first time.

That’s a rather odd expression for someone who presumably just won the equivalent of a mock-fight.

It looks rather calculating and even a bit critical, for lack of a better word. Like he’s trying to gauge something.

So, I thought: What if he wasn’t actually trying to attract MK? What if he was training? That move he whipped out seconds before sure looked fancy and complicated. What if he was using the shadow-giant as a training-dummy, to test his own strength?

We know Macaque does train. He has his own dojo after all.

And let’s be real: Macaque would totally be selfish and reckless enough to practice a dangerous move on a just as dangerous target in the middle of a city.

Then there’s his reaction to meeting MK.

When MK first calls out to him, he seems genuinely surprised. He even assumes a fighting stance.

When MK falls, he tries to walk away, with a  facial expression that  says: “Huh. That was weird.”

Then when MK gets all up in his face the very next second, he startles and leans back.

If Macaque was already expecting MK to show up, why react like this?

In fact, MK losing his grip on the roof would have been the perfect opportunity for Macaque to win his trust. He could have caught him, made a good-natured joke about MK needing to be more careful, then pretended he just realized this is the famous Monkie Kid he’s talking to.

Instead, he seems like he honestly didn’t know who MK was at first and also didn’t expect him to show up.

By the time MK gets all close and personal, it definitely clicked for Macaque who he was talking to.

And I know what you’re thinking: “But if he wasn’t planning on luring in MK, how did he know exactly who MK was?”

Good question!

Mk asks it too, and Macaque gives a pretty convincing answer.

Macaque: “Monkie Kid, right?

MK: “*gasp* How did you-?”

Macaque: “Your staff kinda gives you away, dude. Not just anyone can wield that thing.”

Which, you know. Fair enough. By this point MK is kind of the unofficial super-hero of his hometown. It’s entirely plausible that stories about the boy who can lift and wield the Monkey King’s staff would have come around to Macaque.

And yeah, it’s entirely possible that the plan was to lure in MK from the beginning and I’m just overthinking things.

But again, if Macaque wanted to manipulate MK into swapping teachers, here’s another prime opportunity he seemingly just lets go to waste.

His target has arrived, he’s obviously impressed by what Macaque just did (even if he did think he was watching Monkey King at first) and he’s in a prime position to make a non-chalant offer of mentorship to.

What does Macaque do?

He says: “See you around, MK.” And, once again, tries to leave.

Now this is the point where I think Macaque truly began to see MK as an opportunity to get back at Wukong.

MK isn’t exactly being subtle with his dissatsifaction with Monkey King’s teachings and his desire to learn cool new stuff.

Macaque, being quick on his feet, immediately puts two and two together and here’s where the con starts.

Macaque intentionally plays on MK’s insecurity about Wukong as a teacher and his own talent as a fighter.

First by subtly implying that Wukong wants to hold him back by not teaching him stuff.

Macaque: “Buut, you can never have too many teachers! I’m sure Monkey King would agree. It’s not like he’d wanna hold you back.”

(Side note: That is an interesting thing to just bring up here. I wonder if Macaque was going through something similar in the past, where he felt like Wukong was intentionally holding him back, maybe so he himself could shine brighter as a hero. Whether or not he’s correct in that assumption is up in the air, since we still haven’t heard Wukong’s side of the story in “Shadow Play”. Long story short, I think there’s a bit of projection going on here. And by a bit, I mean a lot.)

Then by negging Mk about not quite living up to his own legend when he defeats him in a sparring match later on.

Macaque: ”Not bad. Don’t get me wrong, but I was kind of expecting a little more from someone with your power.”

MK: “H-hey, I’ve got more! I can give way more than that! I can do better.”

Macaque: “Kay. Maybe show me next time.”

And after this is where he teaches MK dangerously extreme techniques and slowly gets him into a position where he can steal Monkey King’s power from him.

I’d like to think that Macaque did develop at least some genuine fondness for Mk when they trained together. His advice about how Mk should “stop trying to be nice” sounds like something he might have wished someone said to him way back when, when he was still trying to be Wukong’s faithful partner and friend.

But in the end, that small bit of attachment just couldn’t measure up to the years of resentment and rage towards Wukong.

TL; DR: Macaque met MK by pure coincidence, recognized a situation he could easily exploit for his own benefit and then promptly did so. It wasn’t actually planned, at least not at first.

P.S

I feaking love how Macaque’s image on MK actually gets smug when MK chooses Macaque’s teachings over Wukong’s. Macaque must have felt so reluctantly proud and triumphant in that moment.

Also, Macaque’s wide smile when he talks about teaching MK. Happy evil dad.

[kittenshift-17]

26 Hermione/thorfinn/antonin?

Not exactly a drabble but... here goes... You didn’t say which #26 drabble prompt you meant (there were about 4 compliations to choose from on my page) so I picked this one from the “Writing Prompts Inspired by Songs” list: 

26.“I lie awake and miss you.”

“Do you have to go?” Antonin Dolohov asked, rousing unhappily when Hermione Granger rose to her feet and shimmied back into her knickers.

“Toshka,” Thorfinn Rowle cautioned from the other side of the bed, having already been disturbed as the pretty witch clambered over him to search for her bra.

“What?” Antonin complained, watching from his side of the bed while Hermione silently located her bra, and her skirt, and then her top, redressing like she hadn’t just allowed both wizards to rip her out of the day’s work clothes and ravish her within an inch of her life. 

“Don’t whine,” Thorfinn said tiredly, in no mood for Antonin’s theatrics. “It’s unattractive.”

“So is being deserted by our witch after shagging her into a stupor,” Antonin complained. 

Thorfinn looked over and met Hermione’s gaze while she fished her riotous curls from under her collar. He rolled his eyes at her, never overly patient with the third member of their little menage.

“I have to be getting home,” Hermione said when she was dressed as she slipped her feet back into her shoes. 

“Yeah, before your bloody husband notices,” Thorfinn said, smirking.

“Like he’d notice?” Antonin complained. “He’s probably already in bed and snoring his head off like he usually is when you come home late. Meanwhile, I lie awake and miss you every night you’re not here.”

“Bloody hell, Toshka, is it that time of the bloody month for you or something?” Thorfinn scoffed, shoving the man on the bed beside him.

“Mudak,” Antonin grumbled, punching Thorfinn’s arm in return. 

Hermione left them to their scuffling, letting herself out of the bedroom and sauntering away down the hall and to the fireplace. She hadn’t lied. She did need to be getting home. Even if her husband might not be there to greet her. Flooing home, she let herself into their quiet cottage and sighed at the lack of sound. He was asleep then, as Rowle had predicted. That, or he wasn’t even home. Hermione didn’t imagine she was the only one in their marriage carrying on extra-marital affairs. How else could he not have noticed that she came home from ‘working late’ at least four nights a week, and typically reeking of firewhiskey and sweat from a good go in the sack with Thorfinn and Antonin? 

Say what you liked about ex-Death Eaters, they shagged like the devil. 

Hermione sighed, kicking off her shoes and heading for the bathroom, supposing that the least she could do was bathe off the evidence coating her skin and pooled between her legs of how she’d ended her work day. She was almost in the bathroom when the low moan caught her ears and Hermione’s stomach flipped nervously. Surely he wouldn’t? Not in their bed. Doing it behind closed doors and away from the home was one thing, but not in her bed. She didn’t get to bring her lovers to their bed, so he couldn’t either, thank you very much. God, she hoped it wasn't someone vapid, like Parvati or Pansy.

Stealing down the hall on tiptoe, her shirt unbuttoned and her skirt halfway unzipped, Hermione peeked into the bedroom. She supposed she should’ve been hurt by what she found. Shocked, even. But she wasn’t. Not really.

“Bloody hell, Oliver,” Ron Weasley groaned from his place on his knees before the Puddlemere United Quidditch Keeper.

Evidently they weren’t expecting her home for some time yet. 

Hermione wondered what she ought to do. She’d suspected since even before they got married that Ron might actually be gay, but she’d never brought it up and had just assumed that if he ever acted on those fantasies, he’d do it outside their home. Was she supposed to confront him about it? Had he done this here intending to get caught? Was this some sign that he was ready to put pain to their marriage once and for all so that she didn’t have to abandon the bed of her lovers and leave Antonin whining and Thorfinn silently pining though he’d never speak on it? Was she supposed to leave, and make no mention of this moment?

Hermione didn’t know. 

Could she continue playing this game? Half the fun of being with Thorfinn and Antonin was the guilt it stirred in her and the assuage it offered for her frustration with her husband. Ron Weasley was many things, but an attentive lover to his wife was not one of them. Frowning, Hermione supposed that maybe the game was over, then. This was it. She’d caught him. She couldn’t help but be a bit put out with him, actually. There was a secretive thrill in ‘sneaking’ about with her lovers to avoid being caught and yet here Ron was, flouting the rules of the game.

She waited quietly for the two men on the bed to find completion, noting with a wrinkle of her nose that the sheets would need to be changed when Ron found his climax all over the duvet. When they separated, panting and blissful, awaiting recovery, she very softly cleared her throat from the doorway where she’d propped her shoulder.

Oliver jumped and Ron’s eyes went wide as he turned slowly to look at her, his ears turning red and an angry flush crawling up his neck.

“Hermione?” he breathed, evidently horrified and terrrified in equal measure. 

Hermione waited, wondering if he might stammer out apologies. She noted with some amusement the way Oliver ducked down to pick up his abandoned shirt, using the balled fabric to hide his todger from her view. At least it was a nice view, thanks to the long hours he spent training and honing his body for his professional Quidditch career.

“I... um... this is... bloody hell!” Ron stammered when she simply leaned in the doorway and waited. 

She should put him out of his misery, but in truth she was a bit angry with him for letting himself be caught, thus ending their little charade of a happy marriage once and for all. 

“You don’t seem surprised,” Oliver noted finally when Ron couldn’t seem to manage a single thing to say in his own defence. 

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“Only annoyed that the charade is at an end,” she admitted. 

“You knew?” Ron asked. 

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “It seemed a little obvious when the only times I could coax you into shagging me, you wanted to do it up the bum, love.”

Ron’s blush worsened. 

“Are you angry?” Ron asked quietly.

“That you’ve been caught,” Hermione sighed. 

“You knew I was sleeping around on you?” Ron asked, his eyes wide and sad now. “And you never said anything?”

“What was there to say, Ron?” Hermione asked. “You knew I was sleeping around on you, too...”

Ron’s left eye twitched and his mouth opened in surprise.

“Or... maybe you didn’t?” Hermione frowned.

“I thought you were actually working late,”  Ron said, looking even sadder that he evidently knew he so little as to tell the difference between her staying back at the office and her getting a little side-nookie. “I thought you could tell I didn’t want to shag and it made you uncomfortable, so you just stayed at work longer until I’d be asleep  by the time you came home so we wouldn’t have to talk about it. I felt so guilty that I.... I just... let you think that. I never imagined you'd be... ”

Hermione bit her lip, shaking her head. 

“You have someone else?” Ron asked, and Hermione noted that Oliver looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but didn’t know how to excuse himself. 

“Two someone’s,” Hermione offered gently. “I suppose, after tonight, I can stop upsetting them by jumping out of bed when we’re done and rushing home, lest you catch me in the lie of working late.”

“Two...” Ron repeated, his eyes wide. “Who? It’s not Harry and Malfoy, is it?”

“It’s not Harry and Malfoy,” Hermione said quietly. 

“Right,” Ron said, evidently realising she wasn’t going to tell him who she was shagging. 

“Right,” Hermione repeated. “Um... I guess I’ll... pick up a petition for divorcement tomorrow, then?”

“You’re not upset?” Ron asked again, clearly worried.

“It was only a matter of time, love,” Hermione said sadly shrugging her shoulders. “And my wizards have been a little more vocal of their dissatsifaction with being deserted every evening for me to return here to your snoring. I don't imagine they'd have continued making it so easy for much longer...”

Ron blushed agian. 

“You knew about me and Oliver?” he asked, nodding toward Oliver where he awkwardly shuffled his feet before sitting down on the end of the bed. 

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “Just that you must have someone, and that your someone was likely a 'he'.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Ron confessed quietly.

“Nothing,” Hermione said. “I... um... I’ll take some of my things. Return to my wizards for the night and let the two of you... um... get dressed, I suppose? Or go another round? I'll get out of your hair.”

She pushed away from the doorway and slipped into the room, crossing to the closet and locating her trunk. A whispered word packed up all of her things from the closet and the bedroom. She would return tomorrow with divorce papers to begin sorting out their combined belongings.

When she exited, Ron had his head in his hands, sitting on the edge of the bed they’d shared as husband and wife for years. Oliver awkwardly sat beside him, one hand on his shoulder to offer silent comfort. He met Hermione’s gaze and lifted one eyebrow at her when he saw her with her trunk. Hermione supposed they must’ve expected fireworks were she ever to find out. Perhaps they’d bet on her pitching a fit and hexing them both with boils all over and shouting herself hoarse.

The truth was, though, as she shrugged her shoulders helplessly at Oliver and eyed Ron sadly once more, that it was actually a relief. It was a relief to know he wasn’t just unattracted to her as a woman, but because she was a woman. It seemed a little less hurtful to know she hadn’t the right equipment up her skirt, as opposed to simply not having enough filling out her shirt or something equally ego-wounding where her looks and her figure were concerned.

“I’ll be home for dinner tomorrow night, Ron,” Hermione said gently as she crossed the bedroom. “With divorce papers.”

“Hermione... don’t.... I... I’m sorry,” Ron offered, looking up to stare at her, his face wet with tears.

“Don’t apologise, Ron,” Hermione said softly from the doorway. “No one should apologise for who they love. We can’t help it that it’s not each other.”

With that said, she left, Flooing back to the apartment Thorfinn and Antonin had shared since being released on probation. When she stepped through, she found her two wizards in the kitchen, both shirtless, both snacking. And both with their wands trained on her until they recognized her.

“Myshka?” Antonin asked, his eyes fixed upon her trunk.

“Princess? Everything alright?” Thorfinn asked, frowning as he looked her over. “Bloody hell, he caught you, didn’t he?”

Hermione cleared her throat. “Um... No. I caught him,” she said gently. 

"Bloody hell," Thorfinn said, and he frowned, evidently expecting her to be upset despite the year-long, torrid affair she'd been carrying on with the two of them. 

“Was it true that when I go, you lie awake and miss me?” she asked, stepping a little further into the living room.

“Yes,” both wizards said together.

Hermione smiled smally, meeting their eyes steadily.

“Would it be alright if you didn’t have to, anymore?” she whispered.

“Da,” Antonin nodded, looking choked with emotion.

“Hell yes,” Thorfinn grinned. “You need a hand with your trunk, Princess? Blimey, did he try ravishing you before letting you go? What happened to your shirt? Come on, give me that. Toshka, get over here and help her out of her skirt, could you?”

Hermione laughed, letting Finn take her trunk, which he swung up onto the coffee table while Antonin converged on her. He didn’t help her out of her skirt, but he did wrap her into a tight embrace and bury his face against her neck, breathing heavily, evidently overcome. Thorfinn grinned when she met his eyes over Antonin’s shoulder before he walked around behind her and curled his arms around both of them. 

For the first time since she’d fallen into bed with them, Hermione sighed in relief, finding that their presence was all the more delightful when she wasn’t wrought with guilt. 

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25198675

[hannaheverest]

gratitude.

Honestly, being sad is easy. 

I don’t mean that it’s fun, or preferable or enjoyable or healthy or even voluntary. Sometimes our genetics and some really tramatic experiences grind their realities into our being, causing depression, anxiety, and chaos. 

What I am saying is that sadness--it has inertia. It’s got a graviational pull of immense strength and most of the time our brains cannot function fast enough to escape getting caught in orbit. 

I notice my natural tendency towards worry and fear pretty much every three minutes. When I am confronted with confusion, dissatsifaction, or just the general insecurity of this life, my weapon against it is to play “victim”. Or to ‘fix’ it. Or to panic. Or to pretend like it isn’t there. Or to dwell, dive deep into those pools, swirling in phantom-like colors and emotions and stories, become saturated with shadowy sadness and then deny that I am responsible for how terrible I feel. 

Don’t get me wrong.

There is a universal...unsatisfactoriness to life. Not inherently. but perhaps humanly. We get swept up in inevitable changes; things die or become lost unto us; and our hearts yearn for knowledge that seems to be of a nature too foreign to us to intellectually grasp, too ephemeral to wrap around ourselves like some armor of mental protection. And there is pain. Which shouldn’t be denied or belittled but honored.  However, there’s a difference between the inevitable strains of living and the dramatic garments we dress that pain in. 

So, 

it’s easy to be sad. 

An object in motion will stay in motion until acted upon by something else--this sadness, this heaviness, this restlessness we feel will continue unless we meet it with open hearts and absorb some of its energy, weakening the power of our anger and slowly softening into a gratitude for right where we are. 

Gratitude for eyes that perceive a spectrum of colors bouncing from flowers sky pavement cars shirts animals ocean

Gratitude for being able to walk down the hallway of my tiny dorm room and have immediate access to clean, safe water

Gratitude to have people who genuinely want me to succeed, who text me to ask how my day is going and if I am okay 

Gratitude to have grown up in such a beautiful place, a place so impressionable upon my heart that I have cause to miss it 

Gratitude for my own persistence that allowed me to get into a phenomenal school and 

it’s tree-lined walkways

it’s carolina sunsets

it’s benign weather

it’s diveristy

it’s opportunites

it’s abundance

it’s intelligence as enhanced by the brilliance shining from an endless legacy of unbelievable humans 

Gratitude to be who I am, which is

everything

I suppose. 

[chezposie-blog]

moving in?

on august 26, 2017, the first occupants of 808 in its newest manifestation will be moving in. when all the occupants have moved in, among them will be 3 humans and 1 cat, not to mention millions of other organisms -- like bacteria and dust mites. the occupants who are able to want to make hca 808 a precise place to live. precision isn’t centered around norms (like perfection is), but is about maintaining conditions that are honest and capable of sustaining harmony. on this site, the occupants who are able to will document the actions, reactions, abreactions, abstractions, attractions, benefactions, coactions, compactions, contractions, counteractions, counterreactions, detractions, diffractions, dissatsifactions, distractions, exactions, extractions, factions, fractions, fractionalizations, fractionations, impactions, inactions, infractions, interactions, liquefactions, malefactions, nonactions, olfactions, overactions, overextractions, overreactions, pactions, petrifcations, photoreactions, protractions, putrefactions, rarefactions, reactionaryisms, redactions, refractions, retractions, retroactions, satisfactions, semiabstractions, stupefactions, subtractions, tactions, tractions, transactions, and tumefactions that make-up living.

[phidiaspickle]

For @cmhoughton

CANCER -   MAGINATION INSIGHT TENACITY AFFECTION CARING CAUTION AVARICE IRRITABILITY DESPONDENCY POSSESSIVENESS MOODINESS HYPERSENSITIVITY

DRAGON -   STRENGTH RIGIDITY SUCCESS MISTRUST GOOD HEALTH DISSATSIFACTION ENTHUSIASM INFATUATION PLUCK SENTIMENTALITY VOLUBILITY

“I feel”   Water, Moon, Cardinal

“I preside”   Positive Wood, Yang

Great emotional vitality is the foundation of this astonishing character’s personality. The Cancer/Dragon is born with all of Cancer’s profound ability to feel life in every aspect. Too, this subject is endowed with the Dragonish pluck and fire we all know and love so well. So we have here a forceful and dauntlessly enthusiastic character. Cancer’s eternal black moods will be lightened by the Dragon’s phoenix-like ability to rise from the ashes of his own immolation by his natural pep and vigor. Dragon’s unwieldy braggadocio will be tempered by Cancer’s good sense and dignity.

Cancer/Dragon is almost boyish in the variety of charm he exudes. He’s got just a soupçon of a twinkle in a very sensual glance. Bedroom eyes with a skylight. Cancer wants to keep this subject home. Dragon longs to race out and beat the world at any game in town. This creates a natural inner conflict. Who decides the issues? What breaks the camel’s back every time? Sentimentality. This Cancer/Dragon subject is terminally sentimental. With this sentimental side, of course, comes a tendency to be hypersensitive. The Cancer is the only Dragon who will cry at weddings and faint at baptisms and bar mitzvahs. They know how to mix feelings with theater. “It’s alarming how charming . . .” and so on.

The impression one gets when encountering this person for the first time is one of great strength of character and giant capability. “Gosh!” you say to yourself. “This woman looks as if she eats elephant meat for breakfast.” Thing is, if you get to know her, you’ll see that this power rarely exploited. Cancer/Dragons have muscle. But they don’t like to have to use it.

Though not often classically attractive, this person will enjoy much success with the opposite sex. Much of the Dragonish fire is doused by Cancer’s watery side making this character steamy rather than just sexy. The Dragon/Cancer, then, is less obviously pushy and egotistical. This is a toned-down Dragon. A spiffed-up Cancer.

Cancer/Dragons are curious people and often go traveling and bring back reports or trophies from their wanderings. This person knows how and where to apply the dynamic energy he owns, and makes an interesting—though perhaps a mite too talky for my taste—companion. Dragon/Cancers are idealistic, too. They’d like to change the world—or at least try.

The Cancer born Dragon will be drawn to things artistic and will probably be something of a culture vulture. He or she will enjoy appearing in public places well turned out and suffisant. Cancer/Dragon is a sign of strength without the disadvantages that often go along with domination.

Love

In romance as in life in general, the Cancer/Dragon will operate mostly out of energetic sentiment and fiery sensuality. It’s a turbulent mix at best. “I feel for this and love that and adore her and hate him and am passionate about everyone and what’s worse, I am outrageously attractive.” Oh, you poor little waif! You mustn’t feel so guilty. Don’t put your charm back in your pocket. Get out there and wow ‘em with your pizzazz! But be careful. Remember how sentimental you are. This world of admiring strangers is mined with pitfalls for people like you.

You see, for a Dragon to be even the least bit discreet and dignified, reserved and genteel, he has to be a Cancer. This person will be adorably humble on the outside but oozing with Dragonish magnetism, which he’ll never be able to completely hide. For this reason I would not take bets on his fidelity. If you love a Cancer/Dragon, stay home by the phone and keep your little black book well filled with alternatives.

Compatibilities

Taurus, Scorpio and Pisces/Monkeys tease you and entrance you, sweet Cancer/Dragon. You may also find happiness with a Scorpio or Pisces/Rat. You love Snakes for their innate beauty, so why not try a Taurus or Pisces/Snake? But beware! Snakes love to tell fibs. And when you’re in love, you can easily be duped. Taurus/Pigs and their Rooster brothers and sisters can also turn up your volume. Don’t try coupling with an Aries, Libra or Capricorn/Dog, a Capricorn or Libra/Ox. And don’t even think about marrying any kind of Cat.

Home and Family

This person is a Cancer. So he will have a comfortable and reasonably sane home life. But as he is also a Dragon and wont to show off, I’d say the house will be large and imposing, the gardens well tended and the luxe apparent. Cancerian Dragons do not know how to keep their zip zippered. You will not be unimpressed.

As a parent the Cancer/Dragon’s a doll. He will love his kids to pieces and adore showing them off to relatives and to the world at large. He’ll offer them security and in return he will expect obedience and manners. He or she will also revel in performing for the kids. (If your father or mother is a Cancer/Dragon, I suggest you laugh at their jokes.)

The Cancer/Dragon child will be sweet-natured and quick of wit. You shouldn’t have too many problems with him or her provided there are many outlets for all the energy they are born with. They should be trained at many different disciplines, as they are capable and diligent learners whose aim is to please. He or she will probably have an interest in theater.

Profession

This person is a born leader. He or she needs much education and should seek knowledge from an early age. Their natural curiosity will prepare them for studies of an advanced nature. Cancer is diligent and persevering. The adult Cancer/Dragon has real talent for jobs requiring personal authority. He’s strong-minded. But he is not stubborn. He’s dutiful. But he’s not Pollyanna.

So, as a boss, this person will be both strict and lenient. The trick is always to know just how much of which. If Cancer/Dragon runs into a snag, he can feel his way to the best solution. I have my doubts about Cancer/Dragon’s abilities as an employee. These people really hate playing second fiddle and may sulk if subordinated. Lots of college diplomas should help Cancer/Dragons start out near the top.

Jobs suited to this mix are: preacher, actress, adventurer/writer; journalist, restaurant owner, TV personality, international lawyer.

Some celebrated Cancer/Dragons: Haile Selassie, Pablo Neruda, Jean- Baptiste Camille Corot, Pearl Buck, Olivia de Havilland, Ringo Starr, Alex Trebbek, Bernard Buffet, Helen Keller, Patricia Stewart, Don Imus, Jacques Chancel, Jean-Luc Delarue.