#larger than the usual romantic love

[whimsical-tragedy]

Richard Siken - Crush / Dan Howell - Basically I’m Gay / Hozier - Take Me To Church

[forlorngarden]

harrowhark i know you are a canon poetry hater but can you read 'litany in which certain things are crossed out' i want to see if that makes you better or worse.

[rometabss]

girl who has a romencken playlist that consists of 50% religious songs

[dandelionjack]

they took one look at the capaldi era and said how much religious imagery can we possibly fit inside it. and then they did

[halfturn]

we need a word stronger than love to express how dear liverpool fc are to me

[brittle-bold]

from my posts and general demeanor you may believe i am catholic but do not be fooled. i simply appreciate the beauty of suffering and sacrifice for things i put blind faith in

[rotisseries]

the next day liam and sherriff go the station. all the deputies are gone and taken . and sherriff is like "they... they couldnt have taken everyone" and then theo pipes up like "THEY DIDNT😐" 2nd time they have forgotten about his existence until he spoke. they walk over and theo goes "please plleasse tell me you brought your keycard" and sherriff goes "i also brought my gun" "and your sense of humor!! that is greatt." (sarcasm. hes killing me) anyway hes like "but if we're the only ones left jn beacon hills then we need each other. which means you need me out of this cell." and liam pipes up woth "we need to trust you." <- this is not said snarky or with resentment or hatred or any accusing tone, he says it like .. hopefully, like yeah we need you but we also need to know you wont run. and i can only tell the difference because his face falls really quick back to hatred/resentment when theo says "then you need to get realistic because trust is not important right now." blah blah us against them . we need more of us considering how much more there are of them. and then liam is like. "ok hate to say hes right but...he's kinda right"😭😭 and then. the icooonnniccc lines from the sherriff and theo "if i let you out, and i see any behavior that i find remotely suspicious," and theo and his TAUNTING ASS tilts his head and steps closer to the bars like 🧐🤨  "i'll put so many bullets in your head, God wont even recognize you." and hes like "I'm an atheist. fire at will." IDCCCCCCC IDCCCCC slayed. anyway stilinski started playing with him, teasinf him with the card key. made him remember a fact about stiles (who got taken by the hunt so he cant remmeber him) to open the door. kinda pissed me off like bro chill. hes been in a cage his whole  life let bro out. even liam was like bro cmon we need him. and stilinski starts to walk away and theo yells out "He was smart! ... he was smart enough not to trust me." got bro on the verge of tears tryna get out a jail cell. worked tho, not on sympathy, probably the self degradation. 

theo's jail sass is kinda nate coded ngl

[driftershunt]

^ excerpt is in relation to tags

Not to start yapping randomly but I think there is something to be said on how certain fandom characterization of Maverick ignores the depth in his character and boils him down to a reckless, chaotic man who is very infantilized despite of him being A Grown Man. And this is largely because people buy Maverick's facade. There was a very good passage in 'Tom Cruise: Anatomy of an Actor' by Amy Nicholson where she talks about how Cruise in 1986 was portraying a man (Maverick) who himself is playing the part of a cocky man. He does not have an abundance of reckless confidence, it's an act, one that unravels when you look at his moments of vulnerability (ex. the nighttime scene with Goose). This facade is also much mellower in Top Gun: Maverick as Mav has aged, so it's actually really interesting how some people tend to lean back on TG86!Maverick's mask when characterizing him. Some things to think about

[mcmorare]

lavender hollyhock chrysanthemum!!!!

botanical headcanon prompts

lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ? Not easy. Katrina is a very distrusting person, and she tends not to give people many opportunities to break her trust in the first place because she assumes that if she does, they will. It's no doubt a byproduct of her upbringing - she couldn't trust her parents, couldn't trust most of the people in her town. Her first boyfriend outed her. In her main verse, when she tried to find a place to go after running away from home, it turned out to be an evil organization that wanted to use her for experimentation. Historically, the only person she genuinely trusts is Ariane. If someone did get close enough to where they really could break her trust, and then they did, it would be difficult to mend. They would have to show that they understand what they did and why it's so serious to her, and that they don't intend to do it again. Even so, it would take some time and it would be difficult to get back to the place they were before, because from then on there would always be a voice in the back of her head saying they betrayed her once, they can do it again.

hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ? Katrina isn't exactly ambitious, but she's very determined. She will work hard for the things that she wants, but the main reason I don't entirely classify it as ambition is that she doesn't really have any big goals she's chasing. The main goal of her life has been survival. I have a tiny meta post about it here, but the bottom line is that across all her verses, she's never really allowed herself to have any big ambitions. She's been stuck in survival mode her whole life, and she doesn't know how to get out. Even in her main verse and her tl verse, where she does enjoy her occupation, a considerable part of why she keeps with it is because she considers it the only thing she's good enough at to make a living off of. If she did have a big ambition, she probably would feel it quite strongly, but it's never been something she's stopped to think about.

chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ? OH BOY. Katrina has lots of trouble with romantic love for two main reasons: first of all, she doesn't think it's something she'll ever be lucky enough to experience and doesn't consider it something she's worthy of. Secondly, she has very little experience with healthy romantic love. Growing up, her parents never really displayed love in the way that people write or sing about - it wasn't even really that they fought or hated each other, they were just... largely indifferent. Almost cold. They just didn't seem to love each other. (Which has to do with their upbringing, but that's a whole other discussion.) Her first - and to this day, pretty much only - serious relationship was not a healthy one, and ended with a huge breach of her trust (I also have a meta post about that here - tw for mentions of assault). It plays back into her problems with trust (this quote I think explains it well). The only reasons she still believes that true romantic love does exist is because of Ariane & Reina, and Julien & Alina. She looks at them and she sees the kinds of things people write about. But she doesn't think she'll ever have it. It's almost like goodness - she knows that good people exist. She doesn't think she'll ever get to be one of them. That being said, when she is in a romantic relationship, one of her main love languages is quality time. She's not always the best with words, especially not when it comes to love - it's easier to fluster her than she'd have you believe. But I would say one of the biggest expressions of love from her - love of any kind, really - is trust. Trust is something that's very difficult for her, so if she makes an effort to let someone in, that says something. With romantic partners in particular, physical touch can be an extension of this, since she's not very touchy-feely with people she's not very trusting of. Finding someone that she can be more physically comfortable with is a big indicator that she trusts and loves them.

[nereidprinc3ss]

strange perfections

in which spencer reid and fem!reader meet by accident at a coffee shop. and then they keep meeting there. they've really got to stop meeting like this. (no, seriously. hotch is pissed.) / do you believe me now? bonus chapter!

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fluff! warnings/tags: meet cute:) some dark humor, romantically inexperienced reader, spencer reid graduated from caltech, mit, and the derek morgan school of rizz a/n: this can absolutely be read as a standalone BUT it was written as a prologue for my series do you believe me now? to explain how spencer and r met! completely optional, if you're only here for the smut no worries! reading this bonus chapter might make the next chapter better though as it contains discussions of how they met:) anyway, I LOVE YOU!! let me know if you like this silly little random thing! kisses

The café door opens again. A blustery wind raises goosebumps on your arms and makes your bones ache again. You look up at the latest intruder—a hobbling elderly man in a newsboy cap and a knit red scarf. 

Stupid scarf, you think. 

Stupid door. 

Stupid wind. 

Your mug is empty, and the table you’re sitting at is sort of sticky and rickety, and there are so many papers in front of you that you wonder why the hell you thought it’d be a good idea to print the PDF out and annotate it that way instead of just doing it on your laptop like a normal person in the 21st century. Nothing is going right today. It’s the third café you’ve tried in the past few weeks as you attempt to find some place that feels homey, lucky, but this one just feels… inconvenient. 

You look at the stack of papers and sigh. 

Stupid Lord Byron. 

Stupid cafe. 

Usually, cafés are relatively quiet and peaceful—a refuge for the overworked to bask in the luxury of quiet jazz and the smell of dark roast as they continue to overwork themselves. This particular establishment, however, today hosts a group of teenagers—presumably playing hooky—who have commandeered a big booth in the back and keep walking right past your table because apparently they couldn’t have just ordered their drinks at once and they all have to do it separately and loudly. 

One of them has an incredibly irritating, gratingly pubescent laugh, and they think everything is hilarious. This whole situation is unbearable. 

Just as you’re gearing up to go, of course the fucking door opens again. This time, it’s accompanied by a particularly strong gust. 

Strong enough that Lord Byron doesn’t stand a chance. 

Your printed copy of his works blows off the table, at first page by painstakingly annotated page and then before you can even process it, all at once. 

Yeah. This is definitely not your lucky café. 

As you curse and go to stand up, you run into one of those dumb kids. His huge ceramic mug goes flying, careening against the edge of your table and completely splattering you and all your stuff in 16 liquid ounces of scalding espresso and milk. 

It’s silent for a second, save for a few drips from the puddle on your table to the floor, before the kid is apologizing profusely and turning red as a tomato. You can’t even respond—you look down at your ruined favorite sweater, and then around at the pages of Byron littered with color-coded sticky notes, overflowing with angry and purposeful red ink that you spent so much time on, scattered all over the floor. 

Eventually the boy catches on that you’re not going to forgive him and he skitters away, back to his friends, who whisper and giggle profusely. Only a few of them get up to start gathering the fallen pages with you. Several other patrons end up helping as well, so the sheets of paper are gathered and returned into your sticky hands fairly quickly. You thank each person without looking up as they hand you their respective stack. All you want is to get out of here. 

“Here—I’m really sorry about this,” someone says—a tenor-ish male voice, distinctly sympathetic as he holds out a rather larger stack of papers than anyone else had bothered to pick up. 

“I’ll live,” you sigh, straightening up. “But thank… you.”

The man standing in front of you is the kind of man who makes you want to untuck your hair from its usual spot behind your ears, and to stand up straighter, and to try and not stare even though you want his attention. He’s gloriously beautiful in a way that repels and attracts you. He’s the type of man who wouldn’t have given you the time of day in high school and probably wouldn’t now. Instantly you feel both insecure and reduced to a former version of you who would simper and fawn over boys who wanted nothing to do with her. You feel like going to the other side of the café and sitting in the best light and staring out the window poetically and hoping he’s looking at you. 

“On the one hand, I feel bad for being the person who opened the door and let the wind in. On the other… I feel compelled to say at least they’re not covered in coffee like the rest of your table is?”

You laugh vacantly, a second too late, positively coveting the awkward smile on his angular face. Then you make eye contact, and his eyes are so the opposite of angular—they’re huge and inviting and the warmest golden-brown you’ve ever seen, and they’re looking right back at you—and you have to look down. Fuck. You hate when you do that. 

Think of something normal to say!

“Yeah, true. Now I just have to reorder 264 pages. That… that don’t have page numbers.”

You shuffle through the papers. They are hopelessly scrambled. Your heart sinks just a bit.

“Um… I might actually be able to help with that, if you want?”

You frown, glancing up. What kind of sex trafficking ploy is this?

“That’s okay. Might be easier with just one person.”

He laughs—it’s similarly awkward, similarly endearing. 

“Do you mind letting me just… try? It’ll only take a minute.”

Only take a minute? Is this beautiful man deranged? Why are the hot ones always crazy?

But, perhaps because you’re a pushover who can’t stand up to people, much less beautiful people, much less beautiful men who are paying you undue attention, you find yourself giving in. You hold the stack out. 

“Sure. Give it your best shot. I’ll be impressed if you can even figure out what page one is.”

He’s already flipping through the papers with a drawn brow, walking away with them, and barely looking over his shoulder as he mutters, “I have Byron memorized. It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You follow him, because hello, he has all your annotations. He’s definitely insane, you think, as he sits down at a table and starts rapidly sorting the sheets into separate piles. 

All you can do is stand awkwardly behind him as he stacks papers seemingly at random, barely glancing at them before deciding where they go. 

Maybe a minute, maybe a few go by, each of which have you progressively more flabbergasted, before he’s tapping the edges of a stack of paper on the table and standing, handing them to you with his lips pressed into a thin pleasant line. There’s almost a glow about him—like he couldn’t be more in his comfort zone. 

“There you go. Should be in order now.” You sport a frown bordering on a grimace as you take the stack and flip through it a bit. Sure enough, it seems that everything is in order. You keep looking between the man in front of you and the papers, incredulous as you wait for something to be in the wrong spot. 

“How did you do that?” 

His cheeks turn slightly pink. 

“I know Byron really well. I know how each passage ends and begins so I put them together like puzzle pieces.”

“How did you read that fast?”

“Uh. I’m a speed-reader?”

You scoff, taking another look through the stack. 

“I think that may be underselling it.” A thought occurs to you as you’re grazing over one of your longer annotations—full of expletives and strong opinions. “Oh, god. You didn’t… you didn’t read my notes?”

The man’s eyebrows raise as if he was waiting for you to mention that and he smiles like he doesn’t quite know how to break it to you gently. 

“Maybe a few,” he eventually decides, laughing under his breath. “I appreciated the commentary on his relationship with Augusta. It was… colorful.”

Heat rises in your cheeks as you mumble. 

“Yeah, I had a hard time appreciating the romantic poems. They’re less cute when there’s like a fifty percent chance he’s writing about his sister.”

“Half sister,” he corrects. You give him a look. 

“Does that make it better?”

“… no,” he realizes. “Not even a little bit.”

You laugh, relieved that his face looks as warm as yours feels. 

“Well… thank you, for the help,” you say after a silent second. 

“Of course. Sorry, again. I, um—I hope your day gets better?”

“Yeah, well. I feel like statistically it has to, right? It’s kind of a low bar.”

He smiles, a perfect, perfect smile, and gives you a little wave as he leaves. Without coffee. Checking the clock on the wall, you realize it’s approaching one in the afternoon. If he’d been here on his lunch break, he sacrificed it to organize your stupid Byron texts. You smile to yourself. 

He was totally in love with me. 

And he can’t prove me wrong because I’ll probably never see him again. 

All things considered—this coffee shop does seem pretty lucky. Maybe you’ll stick with it for a while. 

The next time you see the mysterious sexy speed reader is four days later—though you’ve been here every day since. He catches your eye right as he walks in, and his brows jump in pleasant recognition. You smile. He smiles back, before going up to the counter and ordering a coffee with a ludicrous amount of sugar in it. 

I should take note for when I make him his coffee in the mornings, you think to yourself, and then you snort at your own delusions, shaking your head at your book. Obviously you’re not that divorced from reality, but you’ll entertain the fantasy forever until one of you stops showing up to this café. 

What you’re absolutely not expecting is for him to walk up to your table with his to-go cup. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“Hi!”

Jesus. Tone it down, girl scout. 

He gestures to your stack of papers: now secured in a three ring binder. The cup says Spencer. 

Spencer. Spencer. 

It feels important. 

“I see you’ve upgraded.”

“Yes! Yes, I did,” you laugh self-consciously, still struggling to meet his eyes. “Thank you for the help the other day. I would still be sorting through all of this if it weren’t for that, so… yeah. Thanks.”

“Of course! I’m glad I could be of use.”

“Spence!” Someone calls from the cafe door. You both look up to see a stunning blonde beckoning him away. 

Ah. Naturally. The girlfriend who is one trillion times prettier than you. 

Spence. 

Reality sets in. 

“Coming!” He replies, with all the eager compliance of a child, before turning back to you. “Um… well… I’ll see you?”

It’s an awkward way to say goodbye to a stranger, but you suddenly don’t care enough to dwell. Instead you nod once, less enthusiastic now that you know he has a 10 waiting for him on the sidewalk. 

“I am a creature of habit.”

Another wave as he walks away. 

The two disappear from the doorway, but the perpetual breeze seems to carry a snatched bit of conversation your way. 

“Who was that?” 

“Uh… I don’t actually know.”

Yeah. Reality definitely sets in. 

Over the next few days, you break your café streak. Life is busy. There’s not always time to artfully ponder Romantic poetry and drink a six dollar coffee while waiting around for certain people to show up. 

Okay, so… maybe it has more to do with him than you’re letting on. But you’re not going to do that thing you do again, where you become limerently obsessed with a man you don’t know and who is way out of your league just because you can’t form an actual attachment to anyone to save your life. Besides, you remind yourself; we probably wouldn’t be compatible anyway. He’s probably a huge loser. Or secretly a douche. Or chews with his mouth open. Obviously nobody that attractive can also have a good personality. 

Not to mention he has a girlfriend. That should put you off, too.

But you hadn’t been lying when you’d proclaimed to be a creature of habit—you return to the café once you feel sufficiently detached from this Spencer character. 

He’s there. Of course he’s there. Why had you been expecting for him to not be there? It’s not like he was a figment of your imagination. 

This time he’s accompanied by a different blonde woman—a bespectacled blonde with a big floral headband and a patterned dress and a red cardigan and tights and heels that look self-injurious. She’s quite eye-catching; you want to keep looking at her, but you seem to draw her attention, too. Her big eyes widen minutely and briefly you wonder if you’re supposed to know her, but certainly you’d remember meeting a person like that. She doesn’t seem easily forgettable. Both of you look to Spencer at the same time, who’s looking between you with an almost panicked expression. 

“Oh! Th—” the woman whispers, cutting herself off when she realizes how loud she’s being in the otherwise silent establishment. “Ah! Okay, right. Never mind.”

 Spencer sighs. You want to laugh, but you’re baffled by the whole thing. So you go back to reading. 

Ten minutes later, they draw your attention once more. 

“Go, go ahead! It’s more problematic for you to be late than me. I’ll be like, thirty seconds tops.”

You don’t look up as Spencer leaves the café—but are you supposed to gather that these two eccentric individuals are coworkers? And what of the first blonde woman, who you’d presumed to be his girlfriend? Where is she?

While you’re wondering all of this, the new blonde teeters her way over to your table. 

“Hi!” She says pleasantly, waving a purple-tipped hand and wearing the biggest grin. 

“Uh… hi?”

“I’m Penelope. You’ve met my friend Spencer. He just left.”

“Oh—sort of,” you smile weakly, closing your book. “Not formally. I didn’t know his name.”

That’s a lie, but maybe feigning non-chalance will make it real. 

“Well, I just wanted to come over and say I love your bag. And your jewelry and your coat. I love your whole look. I bet you’re a really cool person.”

“Um—thank you!” You perk up, smiling genuinely now. The compliment warms you—you didn’t think your look was all that interesting today. “You too. I love your outfit.”

“Great! You’re—you’re great. This is good information. Um… just out of, like, sheer curiosity, could I get your name, age, and occupation? Oh—and your zodiac sign?”

What kind of convoluted sex trafficking ploy—

“Garcia!”

Spencer is at the doorway again, looking adorably miffed. 

Adorable? Get a grip. 

“Wh—I’m just making a new friend! Is friendship illegal, now?”

“This is the kind of friend-making that gets you a restraining order,” he urges. 

You look up at Penelope Garcia, enamored by their whole dynamic. They clearly care for each other, despite the squabbling. What kind of job do they have where they talk to each other like this?

“It’s fine,” you smile, introducing yourself to her.

“That is such a good name!” She says, and you’re getting the sense she’s kind of always this enthusiastic. “So now we know each other’s names—we should probably definitely be friends, right?”

“Yeah! Um, definitely!”

“Yes? Oh my god! I love this! Okay, um—we work at Quantico, so, we’re like, 10 minutes away—but this is better than the coffee shop that’s closest to the building, so we come here all the time. Usually it’s just us and five grouchy old men, which makes this is really exciting.”

“Quantico… that’s the FBI academy, right?”

“Other stuff, too,” she nods, still smiley. 

Oh! Cool. So they’re FBI agents. 

So that’s cool. 

You’re cool with that. 

Her phone starts ringing—she locks eyes with Spencer. 

“Hotch?”

“Ooh, we are in trouble,” Penelope sing-songs, leaning down to write her number on your notebook without asking. Not that you mind, of course. She adds a little heart and a smiley face next to her name before capping your pen and toddling away. “Bye, new friend!” She calls over her shoulder, waving goodbye with just her fingers. 

“Bye,” you manage, though it’s probably too quiet. 

Spencer flattens his mouth into an approximation of a smile and waves again. 

You accidentally find yourself mirroring his goodbye, facial expression and all. Fuck. You hope he doesn’t notice. You hope he doesn’t read into it. 

Nah. Boys are dumb. 

You text Penelope later that afternoon—a simple greeting so that she can save your number—and then you forget about it. 

It’s not until five days go by without sign of any of them—the two blondes, Spencer, this mysterious and foreboding Hotch figure—that you start to seriously question your sanity. Did they drop off the face of the planet, or what?

But of course, just as you’re sitting at your usual table, Spencer walks in. Alone. 

He sees you immediately, but instead of the wave you’d come to expect, he immediately flushes, looks down at his shoes and hurries into the small lunch-rush line. 

Weird.

You corner him at the coffee bar, where he’s adding more sugar to his coffee. How are his teeth so nice if he does this to himself every single day?

“Hey,” you say, affecting casual confidence as you bus your empty mug. “… Spencer, right?”

It’s comical how you’re pretending you haven’t turned that name over and looked at it from every angle hundreds of times since the first time you heard it. 

He nods, only glancing up at you as he stirs. To your surprise, he knows your name, too. When you give him an odd look, he smiles almost apologetically, finally looking at your face for longer than half a second. 

“I heard you introducing yourself to Penelope. Sorry if that’s…”

“No, no! Is she around, today? I texted her last week, but she never responded...”

“Today is operating system update day, so I don’t even really have a way of knowing if she’s alive in her office.” It’s funny to him, but you just smile, baffled. He notices your silence and catches on, scrambling to explain himself. “She’s our tech analyst. There are 243 computers in our building and she has to update them all remotely, which requires getting every agent to agree to not touch their computer at the same time for an hour or so.”

“Oh… does the FBI not have, like… an IT guy, or something?”

He laughs again—the way his eyes crinkle when he does it makes you a little breathless. 

“You should say that to her. I think you would become her favorite person.”

It’s hard not to smile when he’s smiling because of you—however indirectly that may be. Quickly you realize you’ve both been standing in front of the coffee bar for too long. 

“Alright, well… tell her good luck, for me?”

“I would, but I’ve been kicked out for an hour while she does the updates.”

Your brow furrows and you laugh. 

“From the whole building? You just can’t keep your hands off your computer for an hour?”

“Not if I want to do my job, no. And I am kind of obsessive about my job. I’ve been the reason she had to start the whole process over again before and I’d rather not be that person again.”

You say it before you can think too hard. 

“Well, if you have an hour to kill… there’s an open seat at my table? No pressure, obviously.”

And that was the first of thousands of hours you would come to spend with Spencer Reid. 

After that, it sort of becomes a regular thing. He comes almost every day—except for occasional week or so long stretches, which you have discovered are a part of his absolutely fucking insane job—and sits with you, sometimes with Penelope, once with the other blonde, JJ, who you’ve since deduced is not his girlfriend, most often alone. Usually he can’t spare more than ten minutes, but he begins pushing it, little by little, until thirty minutes go by and you think surely his boss (the great and all-powerful Hotchner) must be beginning to notice. 

One day, during your usual lunchtime rendezvous, his phone rings. He talks right on through it, like it’s not happening.

It ceases. And then it starts again. 

Your head drops to your shoulder, something like pity or regret softening your features. He catches your eye and melts slightly, mid-sentence—like he knows you’re about to tell him to be responsible. 

“Do you think you should…”

His hands drop from where they’d been enthusiastically positioned mid-air. 

“They’ll be fine if I’m late from lunch one time. I’m usually more punctual than any of them.”

You roll your lip between your teeth—it’s not that you want to tell him to go; in fact, those delusions you’ve been harboring about your future life together are only getting worse with each inexplicable minute he entertains your company. 

But his job is important. 

“What if you have a case?”

“Then I would have gotten more calls from more people by now.”

Your head tips back as you laugh lightly at his unwavering insistence.   

“I’m flattered that you so enjoy my company that much. But I can’t with good conscience keep taking up your work hours like this.”

As the laughter fades, he just… watches you, lips slightly parted, eyes intense but not entirely present. 

“You’re probably right,” he finally breathes. “Maybe… you should start taking up my other hours, instead?”

Spencer Reid, you unexpected charmer. 

You balk.

“Like… we would hang out? At a different time of day? Not here?”

“Those are the basic premises, yes,” he chuckles, nodding affably. “I’ve never actually seen you anywhere else. For all I know you could be a ghost eternally tethered to this building.”

“Where would this hanging out take place?”

Fuck, you’re totally being weird. His brow knits. 

“I don’t know. Where else do people hang out?”

He’s not genuinely asking you, he’s gently turning you in the right direction. You charge forward blindly. 

“Restaurants.”

There’s that pretty smile of his again, the one that makes all the thoughts drain from your head like cold bathwater. Though, there’s a sort of mischievous edge to it now that you haven't seen before.

“That’s certainly an option. If I asked you to hang out with me at a restaurant... would you say yes?”

You look down. God, your face feels warm. 

“Would you be asking me out on a date? In this hypothetical scenario that we’ve constructed, I mean.”

Spencer seems to think about it for a moment, which fills you with unexpected panic. When you look back up anxiously, he has the same smile on his face, but his eyes are a little softer now. 

“I would.” 

More panic sets in—just a bit. But you don’t let what is undoubtedly a tidal wave of anxiety break through the emotional guard-dam. Keep it together. This is a good thing. This is what you wanted. 

Unfortunately, you are perhaps more transparent than you’d realized. Spencer begins to look slightly worried, leaning forward in his chair. 

“You don’t have to say yes. I know we don’t know each other very well, I just—”

“No!” You find yourself assuring him, though you curse yourself because you kind of want to know what he was going to say. “I would say yes. I’ve just, um—god,” you laugh gustily, self-consciously. “Sorry I’m being so weird. I’m out of my depth. Nobody’s asked me on a date before. I don’t really know the etiquette.”

Spencer chuckles. 

“You’re doing great. Don’t worry about it.”

Not, what?

Not, you’ve never been on a date before?

Not, that’s crazy, or that’s weird, or how have you gone your whole life without being asked out?

With the implication being, you’re odd. Different. Maybe not in a good way. 

He says none of that. 

“But I should probably actually ask you, huh?” His cheeks turn pink as his laughter is redirected inwards. 

“Sounds like a good first step.”

Spencer is still smiling as he says your name and it sounds so good from his mouth. It makes you sound so real. 

“Will you go on a date with me?”

Butterflies in your stomach doesn't begin to brush what you're experiencing—your entire abdominal cavity is like a Monarch sanctuary.

“I’d love to.”

He seems genuinely relieved as he beams, slumping back in his chair. 

“Oh, thank god. I was so nervous you’d say no. I never do that. Thank you for not saying no. Not that you couldn’t have said no—it would have been completely fine and obviously within your rights to—”

His phone rings again. Both of you are relieved that he was interrupted—but admittedly you thought his rambling was super cute. 

“I should—”

“You definitely need to go.”

“Yeah,” he agrees with a still-breathless smile. “Um—what’s your number?”

You look around fruitlessly for pen and paper. 

“I don’t—”

“Just tell me. I’ll remember.”

He’s so weird. 

A breeze hits your skin as he opens the door. You’re already writing your wedding vows in the back of your mind as you watch him go. 

-

part four

[loveemagicpeace]

🧚🏽Astrology Notes🧚🏽

🎸If Jupiter is in the first, fourth, seventh, tenth house, it should protect the person from major accidents. Jupiter in the 11th house means many friends. Jupiter in the 9th house means long journeys, usually paid for by someone else. Jupiter in the 4th house means that the person has a very religious family and that he will not live where he was born.

If Saturn is in the falling house (third, sixth, ninth, twelfth), circumstances may arise during that period, but you only become aware of them a few years later. If Saturn is in an angular house (fourth, seventh, tenth) at the time of birth, it sets a pattern that a person will follow throughout his life.

Saturn in the first, second or third house can indicate a burden on a person already in his early life. This is often because of the father. Saturn in the 4th house means that the individual will build a larger valuable property.

If the Sun is in a corner house (first, fourth, seventh, tenth), this means that the exercise of individuality will be visible to others. It makes the power that can bring you fame.

If the Sun is in one of the following houses (second, fifth, eighth, eleventh), this tends to give up publicity and the individual must progress on his own. If it is accepted by the public, it is not based on a personal initiative, as the main position of the sun sign would suggest. Follow-up houses often lead y dealing with other people's lives and/or their property.

If the Sun is in the falling houses (third, sixth, ninth, twelfth), this indicates that the individual thrives best behind the scenes. It makes an individual who serves. The beauty and strength of this individual are visible only to those closest to him in close contact with him.

Uranus is the planet that shows the clairvoyance of a person and the premonitions that a person has. But it is also a planet associated with astrology.

Mercury and Uranus: each aspect helps the person to communicate well. A person writes a horoscope.

Sun and Uranus: this is one of the more important aspects. No matter how aspected it brings a person great success in the field of astrology. And people will accept him as an expert and trust that person. You will become an authority figure, so you can make sure that you are honest.

Pluto rules kidnappings and gangsters. And many people do not know that pluto is also the co-ruler of Aries. So people who have a lot of Aries and act mysteriously is also part of it.

Cancer rising people are very sensitive when someone is rude to them. They take it to heart when someone is rude to them, especially authority figures. They are very used to home and family and it is difficult for them to be with people who are not their family for a long time. Let's say: if someone takes them to a doctor, they will always want it to be a person who is related to them.

Capricorn rising people are basically unaffected by things. And they are used to people being harsher towards them. are basically unaffected by things. And they are used to people being harsher towards them. They have tough skin and are generally not that personal as a sign. They look at things from a different perspective.

Aquarius Sun tend to want more friendly relationships than romantic ones. They don't like you controlling them or telling them what to do. But they are prone to long engagements. They also say that Aquarians do not like flashy and provocative clothes, jewelry and make-up. Although it all depends on what other signs a person has.

Venus:

Venus in Aries- are often selfish in love and will always put themselves first. And it is considered unstable venus.

Venus in Taurus- are very frugal with money. In love, however, they are loyal, deep and lasting.

Venus in Gemini- in love, they tend to flirt or have several relationships at the same time.

Venus in Cancer- are emotional and tend towards the domestic environment. They can be better parents than partners. This position is not always favorable for marriage.

Venus in Leo- love to spend, especially on people they love. They like attention. They are frank, honest and sometimes too kind-hearted.

Venus in Virgo-Venus falls here. They are artistic, but they are also emotionally closed. They tend to be critical. Once they commit, they don't let up.They are often disappointed in relationships and have several.

Venus in Libra- are young at heart, often indecisive. They are determined hosts. They often marry early.

Venus in Scorpio- are passionate, intense, mysterious, jealous. They strongly desire to know the hidden motives of others. He is quick to rate people. They can have a hard time forming relationships.

Venus in Sagittarius- are positive, sincere, passionate, irresistible. They are very idealistic, philosophical. They are intuitive, loyal and love a mystical way of life. They have many friends.

Venus in Capricorn- usually not open, they are calculating, serious, careful. They are often disappointed in love, so they are afraid of relationships. They can get married for the sake of society. They marry a person who can be quite different.

Venus in Aquarius - aloof in love, quickly establish contacts with strangers. They are usually more friendly than romantic. They tend to have multiple relationships.

Venus in Pisces- often fantasize about their love life. They are sensitive and also depressed. Music has a good effect on them.

The first house covers areas of life such as: early life impression, causes of financial losses, long journeys of children and their religious inclinations, friends of brothers and sisters.

The third house covers areas of life such as: incidental sciences, willpower, speech and hearing, reasons for moving away from home, long journeys of a spouse.

The fifth house covers areas of life such as: spouse's friends, grandchildren's long journeys, person's passions, ways of relaxation, cause of bankruptcy.

The seven house covers areas of life such as: the description and characteristics of a marriage partner, friends in other countries, rivalries, quarrels and fights, enemies and rivals, things that are the most difficult for a person to achieve, the outcome of diseases, the mentality of children, the later life conditions of the father in the female chart, later life conditions of the mother in the male chart.

The eighth house covers areas of life such as: natural death of a person, business friends, transition to the astral world, gateway to the spiritual world, acquisitions due to partnership, acquisitions due to marriage, investigation of lawsuits, short trips to work.

The second house covers areas of life such as: inner emotions and feelings, financial visions, the propriety of borrowing money, a person's ingenuity, the ability to be comfortable, what you give is what you get, family friends, time and reputation of children, inheritances and inheritances by marriage partner, cause of death partner.

The fourth house covers areas of life such as: family traditions, situations in later life, kitchen, causes of sadness due to love relationships, inheritances from other countries.

The sixth house covers areas of life such as: favors, small animals, attitude to diet, restrictions due to marriage, restrictions due to partner, working conditions, food, clothing.

The ninth house covers areas of life such as: rites and ceremonies, types of church, gains from spiritual experiences, gains from psychic experiences, the person's consciousness, the hygienic conditions of the person's home, the care or neglect of property, the mentality of the spouse, the health of the parent of the opposite sex, the end of the life of uncles, restrictions or losses in business, situations of children's romantic relationships.

The tenth house covers areas of life such as: the house of pride, reward karma, grief and loss of friends, long journeys due to money matters, children's health, the cause of death of loved ones, the end of the life of a spouse, money that you can earn from traveling.

The eleventh house covers areas of life such as: societies and organizations to which one belongs, punishments, fines that a person has to pay, the way money is spent, agreements in foreign countries, attitude towards entertainment of the spouse, potential cause of loss of property, health of uncles and aunt on your mother's side.

The twelfth house covers areas of life such as: a symbol of the most difficult battles, a symbol of the most difficult tasks, a symbol of accidents, losses, fate, enemies, hospitals, asylums, the house of spies, the cause of the end of romantic relationships, residence in a foreign country, how someone sleeps and relaxes, house hindsight, self-analysis, friends' finances, friends' acquisitions, closest point of contact with a person's soul.

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-Rebekah🧚🏽🪐🎸

[orpheuslament]

sorry that love, for me, is larger than the usual romantic love. its like a religion. as if its my fault

[gyrovagi]

the thing is in my original playthrough seongmin actually romanced fenris and then after i finished the game i was like no... it's not in character... he's too pathologically conflict avoidant and fenris is too guarded they wouldn't work out long term... and went back and replayed half the game to romance anders instead. now the question of whether his relationship with anders would work out long term is one i've been pondering for fully 6 years

yaoi bartender. get me another 'whatever the fuck these guys have going on' on the rocks. yeah you can put it on my tab

[spatialwave]

Confession || Jayce Talis x Reader

➸ ask: “The sacred romantic moments prompts are so darn cute I can’t choose😩how about ‘truth is that i’m so damn in love with you that i don’t know what to do with myself’ for jayce. Thanking you🫶🏻” – ➸ pairing: jayce talis x gn!reader ➸ word count: 1.9k  ➸ tags: mdni! fluff, hurt/comfort, yearning, one-sided love, confessions, childhood friends, no use of y/n. ➸ notes: i think i popped off with this one! took me a couple of days to write, but i am so happy with it! if you like yearning then this one is for you!! hehe. the ask came from this prompt! – ➸ summary: jayce talis has never experienced love quite like this.

The melodic whistling from Jayce had woven itself into the very fabric of your life. A soundtrack to your life you hadn’t asked for. You were never able to escape the sounds or his presence. Stuck at the hip since children, spending much of your life watching him dream larger than life. 

Jayce Talis was hope personified.

He carried a quiet tune under his breath, careful fingers toying with a rune he had meticulously carved. The warm pads of his thumbs brushed away the layer of dust that accumulated from the careful engravings, pausing his whistling for a moment as he carried out the task with a swift blow of his breath.

“Someone’s chipper,” your voice rang through his cluttered apartment. Leaning casually against the door frame, you watched as he perked up, head snapping over his shoulder. Those eyes reminiscent of the sun breaking through the clouds settled on your figure.

It was a pain, Jayce thought, for you to be so oblivious of his feelings.

Days, weeks, and months turned into years. All this time spent loving you, one-sided and terrified that you may never know. Too afraid to ruin a perfectly good thing. His yearning clung like a shadow.

Jayce had been there for you – always. Your first broken bone, your first love… your first heartbreak. Jayce remembered that day vividly, the way your body shook as you sobbed on his shoulder begging for the ache in your heart to stop, all while he held you and drowned with guilt for feeling happy that was the one there for you.

All because it meant that just maybe you would see him in another light. See him as a man who was worthy of your love.

As always, he bottled it up. Refusing to jeopardize the bond you shared. If he couldn’t have your heart, he’d protect his own.

“Yeah,” Jayce replied, his voice filling your heart with a sense of familiarity as you stepped into the room, hands settled onto your hips. Dropping his supplies, he quirked an eyebrow and straightened up slightly, “Wait, how’d you get in here?”

“You know, Jayce,” you sighed, giving a short ‘tsk’ of disappointment as your eyes bounced around his lab. It was messier than usual, the scattered tools and half-finished contraptions indicating he’d been spending more time here lately, likely on the brink of another grand discovery, as he’d call it. 

“Locking doors is free and usually saves you from burglars,” you continued, bending to poke at one of the hextech crystals on a messy desk.

“Hey,” he exclaimed, hurrying to your side with a breath of concern, snatching the orb from your curious touch, “Careful!”

The way he carefully handled his precious work was endearing, almost as tender as cradling a newborn baby. There was no faulting him for that–after all, you weren’t going to be the one to have your eyebrows burn into flames again. You learned your lesson, but it was hard not to rouse a reaction out of him once in a while.

To see the way he’d growl under his breath when you pestered him, or how he’d nudge you with his elbow affectionately. Little gestures that made him fall for you harder and harder with every passing day.

You were so damned insufferable, and he couldn’t get enough.

Eyes met yours as the two of you stood next to each other, silently. A moment of solace to bask in each other’s presence.

“You look like you need a break,” you murmured, eyes squinting to get a better look at Jayce to take in the obvious signs of exhaustion on his face. His eyes were heavy and highlighted by dark circles underneath, the growing stubble–“Did you even sleep last night?”

“I’m fine,” he chided, avoiding your gaze as he turned to tuck away the crystal you’d bothered, safely in its proper case, “As for sleep, I got enough to keep me going.”

“So… three hours, give or take? Including a twenty-minute nap for about ten minutes sometime around the three o’cock mark.”

“That’s creepy,” Jayce shot you a sideways glance, a smirk pulling the corner of his lips, “You’re creepy for knowing that.”

Your mouth dropped in a dramatic expression of mock disbelief, a silent gasp, “And you’re quite rude, Jayce. It’s not kind to name-call.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he snorted, slipping off his gloves from his fingers and resting them atop the desk behind him. As your eyes flickered out his open window, momentarily distracted, he took the time to admire you as you soaked in the sunlight that cascaded past his open curtains. The sunlight illuminating your features.

Jayce smiled, captivated by your effortless beauty. He would do anything to be given the privilege of showing you the way you looked in his eyes.

“You need a break,” you declared, your eyes landing on his just as he averted his gaze, “Come on before you go crazy.”

Your hand extended toward him, causing his heart to leap up into his throat as he stared down at it. Impatient, you shook it in silent urgency, and he was quick to fill it with his own as you tugged him far, far from his cluttered sanctuary that desperately needed a good clean.

“Gods,” you breathed, laughter bubbling up your chest as you found yourselves standing on the bridge that separated Piltover from Zaun. Your hands rested over the railing, fingers curved along the stone as you leaned over and looked down at the waters below, “Remember that time we came out here back when we were… what, fifteen? We stole that bottle of wine from my mother’s cabinet and drank so much that you nearly toppled off the ledge trying to climb on it.”

Jayce hadn’t been paying attention, hands tight over the rail like yours, entranced by you. Your lips were stretched into a wide, toothy grin as you looked down and relished in the cool breeze that tickled your warm skin.

His heart ached, thumping irregularly as it yearned, and cried out to be loved by you.

It’s why he allowed himself to be swallowed by his work for days on end–anything to escape the unbearable ache of being around you. It hurt, to be next to you, like a physical blow to the chest.

For years, he stood quietly off to the sidelines, watching as you were loved by others. Seeing the way your entire being lit up when you spoke so passionately about the love in your life, light in your eyes. Only to be shattered when they inevitably stomped all over you like you were nothing, leaving you a shattered mess. Jayce would be there to pick up the pieces, spending long, sleepless nights consoling you until your soft snores overtook the tears that streamed down your cheeks.

Jayce was nothing if not a coward. Regret clouded his mind each night when he would berate himself for not having the courage to confess his feelings. To tell you how much he fucking loved you.

He hated how angry it made him.

“Hello?” 

Your voice snapped him from his reverie, and his amber eyes widened as you stared at him, piercing through the fog of his thoughts.

“You really need some rest,” you said quickly, your eyebrows furrowing together in concern, “are you sure you’ve been okay?”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, running a hand over his tired face in frustration as he turned away from you, “just tired.”

“Jayce,” your voice softened, and it struck a nerve in him that he wished hadn’t.

“I said I’m fine. Can you just leave it?”

Your body stiffened as you watched him in stunned silence, searching his face for any understanding of what was going on behind those pained eyes. Was it the research? Had his big breakthrough fallen out of grasp? Maybe he needed a nice herbal tea and a nap.

The entirety of your mind reeled with ways to help him, anything to alleviate the weight of the world he seemingly carried on his shoulders–unaware of the emotional turmoil that chained him to the ground beneath him.

“Why are you lying to my face?” You stood your ground stubbornly, arms crossed firmly over your chest, “It’s okay to be tired, Jayce. You work too hard.”

“I’m not lying,” Jayce replied sharply, a mix of frustration and desperation bleeding together. One hand lingered along the railing, the other moving with the passion of his words that masked the truth, “Why would I lie to you? I just–” he scrambled to gather his thoughts.

The struggle was evident on his face, and you felt your own frustration boil over. It was far and few between that you both indulged in these confrontations, bickering like an old married couple until they exploded into fiery words that often ended in mumbled apologies.

“Why are you being so difficult?” Your tone was loud and sharp, “I’m just trying to help!”

“I didn’t ask for your help!”

The words stung your cheeks like a harsh winter storm. 

Jayce’s jaw clenched tight, emotions roiling under his skin,  “Do you want to know the truth?”

You watched him, noticing the storm that swirled in his eyes, “Jayce–”

“The truth is–” Jayce began, lips trembling as he pushed through, “the truth is that I’m so damn in love with you, that I don’t know what to do with myself,” he exclaimed, confession spilling from his lips as he pressed a hand to his chest, “It’s impossible to be around you because my heart breaks every time I have to watch you leave, knowing that I can’t be the one by your side,” he choked on his words, eyes glistening with unshed tears, “I’m so in love with you that it physically hurts. It’s unbearable, gods, it hurts so fucking much.”

Jayce’s chest heaved with each deep breath, his guts spilled out in front of you. Vulnerable and open–what he’d been avoiding for so long.

Your lips trembled. Moving, but unable to form any sentences. All you could do was look into those eyes that spoke more than his passionate ramblings.

Your heart swelled, chest tightening in the best way possible.

“Do you know how hard it is?” he mumbled, taking a step back, “I can’t stand this anymore. I can’t. I’m sorry–”

“No,” your hand shot out and latched to his wrist, fingers tightening against his skin and holding him back from leaving. Gold-specked eyes widened, staring at you with yearning, “You don’t get to leave me here, not like this.”

Jayce watched as tears brimmed in your eyes, a smile creeping onto your lips. Beaming under the evening sun and glowing so beautifully, as if you were both earthly and divine–transcending. You were too good for this world, too good for him.

“Don’t make me stay if I can’t have you,” he whispered, voice fragile as it broke like glass.

Then your lips were on his, a gentle touch that eased every worry that dared to destroy his mind with heartbreak. It planted a seed of hope deep in his heart, one that would blossom too quickly and strongly. All because it was you who did it, the one he’d longed for all these years.

“Then stay,” you murmured against his lips, answered only by strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist with no intention of letting you go.

[vivmaek]

Moon Transits

✰ my masterlist I made a quick cheat sheet for Moon transits using my notes from Planets in Transit by Robert Hand.

House Placements

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the First House

✧Feeling a need to surround oneself with friends and family. ✧Wanting to be a part of some sort of group. ✧In tune with the feelings of others. ✧Prioritizing personal needs. ✧Seeking out support/feeling a need to be nurtured.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Second House

✧Going through a box filled with old mementos. ✧Wearing clothing that expresses how you feel. ✧Buying objects that have nostalgic value. ✧Spending money based on subconscious drives. ✧Being impulsive with money.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Third House

✧Having deep/meaningful conversations with others. ✧Having intuitive insights. ✧Communicating from a place of authenticity. ✧Falling into thought patterns from the past. ✧Projecting narratives from the past onto the present situation.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Fourth House

✧Prioritizing spending time at home. ✧Feeling burnt out and overwhelmed. ✧Situations and events forcing you to go inwards. ✧Not accomplishing much. ✧Feeling more insecure and clingy than usual.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Fifth House

✧Being unable to hide emotions. ✧Feeling wrapped up in oneself. ✧A natural sense of romance existing within daily life. ✧Having deep/meaningful conversations with a romantic partner. ✧Stepping forward to protect/defend someone.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Sixth House

✧Hiding your emotions/pushing them to the side. ✧Playing the role of a martyr. ✧Deep cleaning your entire home. ✧Focusing on personal hygiene and health. ✧Feeling hypercritical.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Seventh House

✧Focusing on personal relationships. ✧Needing support and security. ✧Intense confrontations being met with an emotional response. ✧Your subconscious needs/desires being mirrored by a partner. ✧Lacking a sense of objectivity

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Eighth House

✧Highly intense emotional encounters. ✧Experiencing emotions that are not commonly felt. ✧Feeling jealous/possessive ✧Having a desire for control. ✧Your attachment style being challenged in some way.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Ninth House

✧Feeling adventurous and restless. ✧Wanting to break free from the daily routine. ✧Finding joy through study. ✧Feeling drawn towards foreign cultures and ways of life. ✧Being exposed to an idea or concept that excites you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Tenth House

✧Experiencing an emotional outburst in public. ✧Failing to hide certain aspects about yourself. ✧Blurring the lines between professional and personal relationships. ✧Forging strong bonds with people at work. ✧Winning people over through a display of emotional sensitivity.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Eleventh House

✧Having deep/meaningful conversations with friends. ✧Patterns from childhood being displayed within a friendship. ✧Goals and dreams for the future being affected by past experiences. ✧Catching up with an old friend. ✧Being sought after for support.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Moon in the Twelfth House

✧Feeling withdrawn and a need to hide oneself. ✧Being secretive about your emotions. ✧Acting upon unconscious fears. ✧Experiencing strong gut instincts. ✧Needing more sleep in comparison to usual.

Aspects

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Sun

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Feeling a burst of energy ✧Harmony between mind and feelings. ✧A light is shined upon larger emotional patterns. ✧Having the strength and stamina to carry out tasks. ✧Showing up as your best self.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Being given an opportunity to relax and take it easy. ✧Attending fun social gatherings. ✧Forging new friendships. ✧Finding joy outside of the home. ✧Experiencing a sense of peace.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Facing challenges within daily life. ✧Getting into an argument with family/loved ones. ✧Tensions and inner turmoils being brought to the surface. ✧Feeling more irritable compared to usual. ✧Experiencing a burst of physical energy.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Daily life is running very smoothly. ✧Being driven by a need for pleasure. ✧Engaging in vigorous activity. ✧Having interests that align with a group. ✧Finding that more people are drawn to you compared to usual.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Feeling incredibly energetic. ✧Having a long to-do list. ✧Having to put hard work and effort into your daily life. ✧Feeling attracted to someone very different than you. ✧Finding a lack of stability within relationships.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Moon

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧The beginning of a major emotional cycle. ✧Feelings that are experienced now will be a dominant theme for the month. ✧A particular emotion shining through more strongly compared to the rest. ✧Having an easier time attracting what you want into your life. ✧Wanting to surround yourself with what's familiar.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Wanting to be with family and relatives. ✧Reminiscing over past experiences. ✧Choosing to spend more time at home. ✧Seeking out emotional satisfaction through intimacy. ✧Giving out and receiving good advice.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Feeling irritable. ✧Being faced with difficult circumstances. ✧Getting into disagreements with others. ✧Tensions coming to the surface. ✧Unhappy with current domestic situation.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Experiencing a pleasant mood throughout daily life. ✧Giving out emotional support. ✧Seeking out physical comfort. ✧Not feeling a need to leave the house. ✧Feeling comfortable with what you have.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Experiencing powerful emotions. ✧Feeling caught up within oneself. ✧Being faced with opposing opinions. ✧Feeling a general sense of discomfort. ✧Finding it difficult to express emotions.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Mercury

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Talking about your feelings. ✧Try to avoid making a decision. ✧Becoming overwhelmed by minor details. ✧Getting distracted by conversations. ✧Experiencing a sudden change in mood.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Having an active social life. ✧Gossiping and sharing information about other people. ✧Describing your feelings to others in an effective manner. ✧Seeking out the opinions of others. ✧Receiving lots of texts, and phone calls from friends and loved ones.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Other people can’t relate to how you feel. ✧People expressing that they have a problem with you. ✧Having your feelings hurt by the words of another person. ✧Changing your opinion to avoid disagreements. ✧Tensions are released.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Easily expressing your emotions. ✧Lending someone a sympathetic ear or helping hand. ✧Receiving information about loved ones or past experiences. ✧Feeling nostalgic and talking about the good ol’ days. ✧Feeling deeply in touch with your emotions.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Disliking someone for no good reason. ✧Making unfair judgements and assumptions. ✧Falling into patterns from childhood. ✧Important discussions turning into disagreements. ✧Mistaking emotions for rational thought.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Venus

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Attending social engagements and having fun. ✧In high spirits, feeling happy and generous. ✧Throwing a party or attending one. ✧Spending more money than you intend. ✧Experiencing overindulgence.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Spending time with friends and loved ones. ✧Going on a fantastic date. ✧Building good rapport with another person. ✧Showing affection towards others. ✧Infecting other people with your happy mood.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Getting caught up in interesting conversations. ✧Taking the time to get to know someone. ✧Protecting a loved one or giving them some much needed support. ✧Getting lost in the past. ✧Lacking discipline in favor of overindulgence.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine ​​

✧Feeling lazy and choosing to ignore work that needs to get done. ✧Eating good food and drink. ✧Tending to the needs of someone else. ✧Enjoying the people around you. ✧Attending fun engagements.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Giving into self indulgence. ✧Hidden tensions rise to the surface. ✧Prioritizing comfort and luxury. ✧Overstating your feelings. ✧Lacking restraint.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Mars

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Losing your cool. ✧Feeling irritable. ✧Getting caught up in trivial matters. ✧Acting impulsively. ✧Attracting in disagreements.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Working independently. ✧Stepping into a leadership position. ✧Being the first to take initiative. ✧Not backing down when challenged ✧Feelings of passion rising to the surface.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Taking hasty action. ✧Feeling over sensitive. ✧People attacking you for seemingly no reason. ✧Getting into an accident/making a mistake. ✧Acting upon insecurity.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Feeling comfortable expressing your opinions and needs. ✧Projecting a sense of emotional strength. ✧Needing a physical release/seeking out exercise. ✧Starting projects with vigor. ✧Feeling excited and filled with energy.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Becoming angry easily. ✧Feeling loss tolerate and overly critical. ✧Taking impulsive action. ✧Experiencing a disruption of sorts. ✧getting into arguments and disagreements.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Jupiter

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Feeling extremely benevolent. ✧Showcasing a high degree of self confidence. ✧Enjoying the presence of a large group. ✧Experiencing a kind act of generosity. ✧Being led by your heart.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Meeting up with old friends. ✧Reaching out to people who need help. ✧Feeling a sense of togetherness and belonging. ✧Successfully persuading another person. ✧Understanding the needs of other people.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Feeling optimistic. ✧Overstepping with your opinions and thoughts. ✧Coming across as self-righteous. ✧Giving out unsolicited advice. ✧Feeling overly generous.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Giving out and receiving affection. ✧Feeling happy and positive. ✧Offering someone a helping hand. ✧Finding a sense of belonging amongst others. ✧Experiencing enjoyable social gatherings.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧People trying to guilt you into helping them. ✧Being driven by a need for freedom. ✧Resisting against limitations that have been placed upon you. ✧Questioning your aspirations. ✧Being faced with existential anxiety.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Saturn

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Facing loneliness and isolation. ✧Struggling with feelings of guilt and shame. ✧Feeling dissatisfied with current domestic situation. ✧Falling into a state of pessimism. ✧Lacking support from others.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Spending time in deep introspection. ✧Seeking out wisdom and advice. ✧Engaging in serious conversations. ✧Showing up for someone in need. ✧Prioritizing your responsibilities.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Unsure on how to connect with others. ✧Being unable to read people well. ✧Being overly critical of oneself. ✧Feeling awkward and being faced with embarrassing situations. ✧Experiencing feelings of depression.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Having a good grasp over your emotions. ✧Maintaining a realistic perspective. ✧Remaining patient and steadfast under stress and strain. ✧Thinking about your feelings rather than expressing them. ✧Seeking out solitude.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Miscommunications and wrongful assumptions are abundant. ✧Not having anyone to turn to. ✧Getting caught up in a bad mood. ✧Focusing on failures and disappointments. ✧Experiencing feelings of loneliness.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Uranus

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Experiencing sudden mood swings. ✧Feeling irritable and impatient. ✧Taking impulsive actions. ✧Lacking an ability to concentrate. ✧Unexpectedly saying or doing something you normally wouldn’t.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Seeking out stimulating experiences. ✧Wanting anything and everything that is new and unknown. ✧Lacking discipline. ✧Wanting more excitement out of daily life. ✧Running into an old friend unexpectedly.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Feeling rebellious and outspoken. ✧Seeking out freedom and excitement. ✧Unexpected feelings rising to the surface. ✧Wanting to forgo responsibilities. ✧Rejecting the needs of authority figures.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Developing relationships with interesting and unique people. ✧Acting out of impulsivity. ✧Desiring something new and exciting. ✧Dealing with an unexpected change in plans. ✧Seeking out activities and situations that make you feel alive.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Feeling disagreeable and defiant. ✧Pushing against restrictions and responsibilities. ✧Overreacting over trivial matters. ✧Receiving a negative surprise. ✧Picking fights with other people.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Neptune

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Overrun by feelings of empathy. ✧Feeling particularly sensitive towards the problems of others. ✧Getting lost in fantasies and daydreams. ✧Feeling drawn to artistic expression. ✧Dealing with unrealistic expectations.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Experiencing an uptick in sensitivity. ✧Tending to the needs of others. ✧Knowing what people need on an intuitive level. ✧Having a paranormal or psychic experience. ✧Engaging in a charitable act.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Getting caught up within a fictitious version of reality. ✧Turning to alcohol and drug use. ✧Feeling overly sensitive. ✧Falling into subconscious patterns ✧Being unable to think clearly or make decisions.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Exploring your dreams and fantasies. ✧Feeling disconnected from reality. ✧Spending time on creative projects. ✧Expressing empathy towards others. ✧Picking up on other peoples moods and feeling them yourself.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Living within a fictitious version of reality. ✧Having a bad reaction when using drugs or alcohol. ✧Struggling with feelings of guilt and shame. ✧Being unable to think clearly. ✧Feeling overwhelmed by insecurity and doubt.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Pluto

｡･:*˚:✧｡Conjunct

✧Becoming overwhelmed by emotion. ✧Feelings of obsession taking over. ✧Falling into a state of deep discomfort. ✧Coming into contact with your subconscious. ✧Experiencing a need to gain power.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Sextile

✧Seeking out answers and deep meaning from loved ones. ✧Actively going out of your way to dig below the surface. ✧Deep cleaning the home and getting rid of things no longer needed. ✧Playing the role of a detective. ✧Dealing with long standing issues within relationships.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Square

✧Feeling impulsive. ✧No longer being able to hide your feelings. ✧Being faced with a confrontation. ✧Discovering a hidden desire of yours. ✧Engaging in a power struggle.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Trine

✧Intense emotions rise to the surface. ✧Finding deep connection through sexual encounters. ✧Feeling passionate and fierce. ✧Skipping past shallow conversation. ✧Seeking solidarity with loved ones.

｡･:*˚:✧｡Opposition

✧Becoming emotionally exhausted. ✧Being faced with intense encounters. ✧The subconscious mind overrides all conscious action. ✧Getting caught up within a power struggle. ✧Expressing powerful emotions.

[astrologydayz]

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES🔞 - NATAL CHART

Men with Mars square Uranus will 9/10 times have tendencies to be violent in bed, and not just a little slap but a whole ass beating. They use sex to make their frustrations "disappear", while taking it out on the other person⛓🩸. "Problems with controlling themselves". They usually also have a crooked dick - random yeah. No judgement from here, just saying.

Women with Lilith asteroid - 1181 conjunct their Part of Fortune can show sexual trauma, that they can use to empower other women. Supporting other women/people who have been through some of the same things. They can gain "success - whatever u define it as" on their trauma - speaking out 2 the world about it, and making a difference🌍🌞❤️‍🩹.

Men with Mars/Dick asteroid - 17458 conjunct/trine/quintile their Jupiter = big dick - sometimes2big/could be a grower but mostly a shower. Men with Mars/Dick asteroid - 17458 semi-square/square/quincunx Jupiter = could have a smaller dick, not saying it isn't all that, just pointing it out❤️.

Women with Venus/Klett asteroid - 2199 conjunct/trine/quintile Neptune = "U have a beautiful 😻" is something women with this aspect could hear a lot, "otherworldly pussy". People fantasise about it a lot, either before they get a taste, or after. Women with Venus/Klett asteroid - 2199 conjunct/trine/quintile Jupiter = larger 😻 but it fits her🫶🏼. They can also squirt/cum a lot more than the average women🌊.

Men with Mars conjunct Sado asteroid - 118230 = loves being sadistic 2wards their sexual partners, while also craving a sexual partner who's being sadistic 2wards them. They want2 humiliate, & be humiliated𓀏. They take GREAT pleasure in seeing you in pain/being in pain. Squash their balls, they'll love that shit. It may take them some time before they "fully open up" about it, but once they do = point of no return🕯.

I've seen people say that women with Venus/Mars in Pisces = FOOT FETISH?! like wassup with that? I haven't met a single one yet, who’s into that. My Venus is in pisces2, and if I see someone’s feet???? = shoot me💀🔫. Seriously tho. Keep those feet outta my face, & we’re good😍.

Women with Mars/8th house in Scorpio wants their sexual partners to worship them, be obsessed, give up their soul to forge the closeness they need, sexually. They can't get "close enough", they want 2 own. Not ever share. They need loyalty4a long lasting sexual relationship. They usually won't settle on this, unless they've been "tricked"/feeling attached already⛓. In the long run = won't settle.

Men with Mars/8th house in Cancer wants their sexual partners2 look&act like alluring, sweet, innocent angels on earth💋. They want all their sexual needs2 be taken care of by their partners, be "mothered" kinda. Mommy issues can also be a big thing here! They subconsciously seek out sexual/romantic partners, that reminds them of their mother🧐. They want2 be romanced usually, before being sexual with somebody. "Need 2 have some type of feelings 2 be sexual".

Men with Venus conjunct/trine/quintile Dick asteroid - 17458/Mars can have an easy time with getting women pregnant, like their semen is top notch🤰🏼.

Men with Venus semi-square/square/quincunx Dick asteroid - 17458/Mars can have a harder time with it. They could need a little help, before they'll get someone pregnant💜.

Women with Black Moon Lilith conjunct their POF can have lots of different sexual partners/experiences throughout their lives💋. They can gain "success - whatever u define it as" by speaking out2the world about these experiences/being a big supporter of women having equal rights. - Example - speaking up about women being able to sleep with how many they want2, without being judged by men4it. "They do it, so why can't we?". u tell em👏.

Mars conjunct/trine/quintile Saturn can 100% be into bondage, with their sexual partners. Or into things that "restrains them"/or them doing the restraining⛓. Likes to dominate, and show who's in charge😮‍💨 - unless some serious shit is going on in their chart. Won't give up their "sexual power" 2 anyone, unless they deem them seriously worthy. Control is a big thing here. Wants 2 control, but also wants2be played with sometimes👅.

Mercury conjunct/trine/quintile Mars is usually big on oral👄. They like it, &have no problem with using their skills to pleasure their partner👅. Also big on dirty talk! They want2hear praises about how good they are, how they make the other person feel, if they're touching the right place, &in the right way📢. Be vocal, they'll adore u for it❗️

Women with Venus/Klett asteroid - 2199 conjunct/trine/quintile Fama asteroid - 408 = their 😻 gets talked about a lot/“known” 4 their 😼/or they themselves could be the ones talking about it 2other people🤔.

Men with Mars/Dick asteroid - 17458 conjunct/trine/quintile Fama asteroid - 408 = same as above, just vice versa love❤️.

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