#lens flair

[lens-flair]

First few shots with Canon FD 135mm f2.5

[robynostornwyn]

oc x canon week, day 3: kiss during a sunset

here, have some flirty arr babies

[kidokear]

Always wanted to draw V. ^-^

Also! Speed draw!

Hey, there is a little fun thing I left in one of these. If you want, you can try find it before watching the video.

[leatherbound-breakdown]

Lens Flare

[coldflasher]

fun fact: i try to keep my captain cold cosplay pretty screen accurate (which is nice and easy to do, thank u costume department) but i also always have to have a lil sneaky nod to coldflash in there so i finish off the look with these boots

[connorskeepers]

☀️ She’s got flare ☀️

[velvetvexations]

I remember it as from a dream In the corner of this time

[scifiartbog]

text sais: giving him all of my autism 💖

i was making a shitpost about my tendency to project onto fictional characters and accidentally locked in really hard

[codecicle-archive]

the allegations are kicking the shit out of me again

[unproduciblesmackdown]

behind the scenes shots ft. akd as the adjudicator, from this article about the cinematography

“In Hollywood, action filmmaking was kind of looked down upon until The Matrix, and then people realized that action could also be part of the story,” [director] Stahelski notes. “I come from a place of loving dance and theater and fine art — action can be all of those things — and one of my favorite painters is Caravaggio.” When he was looking for a cinematographer for John Wick: Chapter 2, Stahelski recalls, “I asked myself, ‘Who paints with light?’ The answer is Dan Laustsen.” In strictly cinematographic terms, Parabellum functions less like an action movie and more like a Hollywood studio musical. The film’s first battle is a close-quarters knife fight in an antique weapons shop, where the camera cuts from wide shot to wide shot, sustaining the action in long takes so that the audience can better appreciate the physical prowess of Reeves’ performance — an elaborate fighting style that combines Japanese judo and jujitsu, Brazilian jujitsu, Russian sambo, Filipino kali, and Muay Thai, more for the benefit of show than for self-defense.  “Ninety-nine percent of high-level stunt work is dance — not pirouettes, but how you move your body,” asserts Stahelski, who continues to train stuntpeople with Leitch through their company 87eleven. “I love the aesthetic of motion. A lot of our shots [in Parabellum] are lifted straight from Singin’ in the Rain and West Side Story. We’re mixing Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin with Hong Kong cinema from John Woo, Jackie Chan and the Shaw Brothers.” “We wanted to go wider than Hollywood action films normally do and really show off the choreography,” Laustsen agrees. “When the camera, lighting and actors are all moving together, it really is a dance.”

“After we made Chapter 2,” Laustsen notes, “we discussed how we could make 3 even more visually powerful. The main setting was still New York, but we wanted to bring out the city even more forcefully. We decided to shoot all at night, with rain as much as possible. Rain is fantastic because it gives a third dimension to the picture, but it is a challenge to do it, especially in a city like New York.”

The Master Anamorphics’ low-distortion design also prevents dramatic, streaking lens flares, and so the technicians at Arri Rental in Secaucus, N.J., fashioned a flare filter — comprising three strands of nylon fishing line stretched across an empty filter frame — for the XT’s and Mini’s Internal Filter Modules. When a front-of-lens filter produces a flare, Laustsen observes, it “just looks like the light is catching on a piece of flat glass in front of the lens. It’s more beautiful when the flare comes from the lens itself” — and that’s the effect that was replicated with the behind-the-lens nylon lines. “With the filters inside the camera,” the cinematographer adds, “it was also easier for first assistant Craig Pressgrove to do the lens changes.”

The exterior of the Continental was shot in lower Manhattan, but the hotel’s interiors were filmed in downtown Brooklyn, in the former Williamsburgh Savings Bank tower — which now serves as an event space —whose glass-and-wrought-iron front doors open to a 128'-long vaulted banking hall with limestone facing, marble floors, carved teller stations, and a 63'-high ceiling supported by Romanesque columns. For its role as the Continental’s lobby, the hall was furnished by Kavanaugh with two round settees crowned with statues of the Roman war gods Bellona and Mars, a fully-stocked bar, and a lounge on the mezzanine. 

Parabellum’s stages were located at Gold Coast Studios in Long Island, N.Y. The first of the production’s two notable stage-bound sets is the Continental’s terrace, for which the Rockefeller Center rooftop garden was used in Chapter 2. The schedule didn’t allow for much time to shoot Parabellum’s scene, which takes place at sunrise. “You cannot make the sun rise [for] a movie,” Laustsen notes wryly. “It’s one or two shots, and then you have daylight, and then you’re fighting to control the light.”  So, for more control, the scene was moved onstage, where the set was surrounded with a sectional 45'x350' bluescreen lit with SkyPanel S120s; a 120' black velour curtain was used to control blue spill coming from off-camera. Early-morning ambience was provided by 176 overhead SkyPanel S60s, and the light of the rising sun was simulated by a 20K tungsten Fresnel and a 24K Dino light with medium bulbs, both gelled with 1⁄2 CTS. The other key set built at Gold Coast was the “manager’s office,” a labyrinthine two-story glass-and-steel structure meant to represent the top floors of the Continental, with a 270-degree view of the adjacent skyscrapers. It’s in this space that Wick and Zero ultimately face off mano a mano. “The concept was to create a space where everything is exposed, a place where there are no secrets,” Kavanaugh explains.  To help him integrate the lighting into the design of the set itself, Laustsen worked with a virtual-reality computer model based on Kavanaugh’s design. “Chad, Kevin and I had discussions about color — cool lights inside, warm light outside,” says the cinematographer, who wanted what he describes as an “organic” light element for both spaces. The art department therefore added a 35'x14' LED wall to the set’s second floor and a 28'x12' LED billboard to the rooftop; the latter was positioned between the glass structure and a 40'x440' Rosco SoftDrop that was backlit by 150 SkyPanel S60s through Magic Cloth sourced from The Rag Place.  Almeida and his rigging crew installed more than a mile of LiteGear Chroma-Correct RGB-Daylite LED LiteRibbon into the glass and steel set, using aluminum profile and plastic diffusers provided by Kavanaugh’s art department. Cues were orchestrated from an ETC Ion Xe console operated by Kent Arneson; Laustsen took advantage of that control to increase the intensity of the light over time — until the very end of the fight, when the two combatants are photographed primarily in silhouette against the LED walls. 

Wick literally fights his way through the set — alternately smashing his opponents and being smashed through glass pedestals, walls and floors — until he comes face to face with his nemesis. “We filmed this sequence with a [Chapman/Leonard Hustler IV] dolly and a Libra head, a Steadicam, and a couple of crane shots [with a MovieBird 45 and Aerocrane jib],” Laustsen details. “We didn’t want to go handheld because of all the straight lines. It would be a much more powerful look for the film if the frame was always parallel to the set.” “When we did bring in lights for the close-ups, we used Arri SkyPanel S60s and Astera AX1 LED tubes that we could attach virtually anywhere using magnets and clips,” Almeida adds. “The Astera tubes worked out great because they’re easy to hide, and if you saw a reflection, it just looked like the lighting that was built-in already.”

[mydaysaresmall]

throwback to when I used to do more digital painting

[yandelenka]

noticing that len in ripples epilogue from zyun's ripples has a very "creepy old singing tts" sound due to the way zyun did the vibrato

[eggs-n-ham-sam]

The best pic I managed to take. I did a high tech method of holding my sun glasses in front of the camera lens.

[guysarestripping]

the trend of shrinking hans capon into a submissive, feminized “twink” is so regressive and creatively lazy. 

the idea that hans’ theatrics or needing rescue in-game automatically code him as a “bottom” is a stereotype literally rooted in misogyny. since when do drama, sass, or vulnerability—traits routinely gendered as “feminine”—equate to sexual submission? 

this is a really reductive take. it weaponizes patriarchal baggage to pigeonhole queer dynamics: softness = weakness, flair = passivity. it’s the same toxic logic that paints flamboyant men as punchlines or prey in mainstream media. 

capon’s theatrics aren’t a surrender of power. they’re tools of a cunning nobleman. queer history shows us that femmes and flamboyant individuals have always been leaders, provocateurs, and survivors—not passive accessories. reducing capon to a “bottom” because he’s extra not only severely misreads his character, but regurgitates the old and tired lens that equates femininity with inferiority. 

fans can argue it’s “fiction” and “preference” and “harmless fun”, but when these stereotypes dominate, they reduce gay men to hollow fantasies for straight and heteronormative audiences instead of fully realized people. personal preferences in fiction aren’t inherently harmful, but when entire communities default to flattening queer characters into hetero-adjacent roles… it reinforces the idea that same-sex relationships must mimic heteronormativity to be legible.

let characters be messy, loud, and authoritative without straitjacketing them into roles that confuse personality with sexual position.

[hansmic]

*. * · ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɴꜱ *. * ·

model! felix x photographer female! reader

MDNI!!

summary: A photographer and a model, whose lives have never truly intersected, find themselves working together on an important project. As the photoshoot progresses, the chemistry between them grows, leading to unexpected moments of intimacy and vulnerability.

genre: fluff, romance, smut

warnings, unprotected sex, fingering, kissing

word count: 2.9k

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As a professional photographer, you pride yourself on your technical skills and artistic eye. But there's something about this particular photoshoot that has you feeling a little nervous. Maybe it's the importance of the project, or maybe it's the fact that the model you'll be working with is none other than Felix, a man you've never met before but have seen in magazines and on billboards all over the city.

You arrive at the studio early to set up, and as you're adjusting the lighting and cameras, you hear the door open and in walks Felix, looking even more handsome in person than he does in photographs.

He introduces himself and you shake hands, feeling a small jolt of electricity at his touch. You get right to work, directing Felix to pose in different outfits and settings, snapping pictures as he complies.

As you continued to take photos, you couldn't help but notice how easy it was to work with Felix. He seemed to have a natural charisma and poise in front of the camera, effortlessly transitioning from one pose to the next.

"Is this what you had in mind?" he asked, as he posed against a white backdrop.

You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his ability to follow your directions and yet still add his own flair to each shot.

"Yes, that's perfect," you said, looking through the lens and capturing the image. "You're a natural at this, you know."

Felix chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks," he said. "I've been doing this a while, but it's always nice to work with a talented photographer."

You feel a little flutter in your stomach at his compliment, but quickly brush it off as you focus on the task at hand.

As the photoshoot progresses, you can feel a growing chemistry between you and Felix. It's subtle at first, but as the hours pass, it becomes more and more apparent. There are moments where your eyes meet and a silent understanding passes between you, or when his hand accidentally brushes against yours and a shiver runs up your spine.

But despite the growing attraction, you try to remain professional. This is a job, and you're here to take pictures, not get involved with the model. But it gets harder and harder to ignore the pull you feel towards him.

Finally, as the sun starts to set, the photoshoot comes to an end. You pack up your gear, feeling a sense of both relief and disappointment that the day is over. Felix approaches you, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Thanks for today," he says, his voice soft in the dim light of the studio. "I really enjoyed working with you."

You feel your cheeks flush a little at his words, and you quickly look down to adjust your camera bag.

"Yeah, no problem," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. "You were great."

He laughs softly, and you look up to meet his gaze. There's something in his eyes that makes your stomach flutter again, and for a moment, the air between you seems to crackle with electricity.

"You know," he says, taking a step closer to you, "I don't do this often, but I was wondering... would you want to grab a drink?"

You feel your heart skip a beat at his question. Part of you wants to say yes, to spend more time with him, to see where this attraction might lead. But another part of you is hesitant, reminding you that mixing business with pleasure can lead to messy complications.

"I don't know," you say, hesitating. "It's not really professional to hang out with models outside of work..."

Felix nods, respecting your concern. "Yeah, I get it. But I just... I don't know, I really enjoyed working with you today, and I thought maybe we could get to know each other better."

You can hear the sincerity in his voice, and you have to admit, you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the same. But you're not sure if it's worth potentially jeopardizing your career for a night out.

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your professional instincts and your personal desires. But in the end, the pull towards Felix is too strong to resist.

"Okay," you say, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I suppose one drink couldn't hurt."

Felix's face lights up with a smile. "Great," he says, sounding genuinely pleased. "There's a great bar just down the street, if you're up for it?"

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you sling your camera bag over your shoulder. "Lead the way."

As you and Felix leave the studio, the cool night air hits your face, and you can feel your heart rate quicken in anticipation of what the night might bring. You follow him down the street, the neon lights of the city casting a glow over everything.

The bar is cozy and dimly lit, with small tables and a few plush couches. It's the kind of place where people go to have intimate conversations over cocktails. Felix leads you over to a small table in the corner and pulls out a chair for you.

You take a seat, feeling a little self-conscious as Felix sits down across from you. The atmosphere is suddenly more intimate than before, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you.

"So," he says, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, "tell me a little about yourself. What made you become a photographer?"

You take a deep breath, glad for the opportunity to talk about something other than the growing tension between you. You tell him about your passion for photography and how it's always been a dream of yours to make a career out of it.

Felix listens intently, asking questions and nodding along as you speak. You can see he's genuinely interested in what you have to say, and it makes you feel seen and appreciated in a way you haven't experienced in a long time.

As the conversation continues, you find yourself opening up more and more. You tell him stories about your childhood and your family, your hopes and dreams, and your struggles and fears. And Felix reciprocates, sharing his own stories about growing up as a model and the highs and lows of the industry.

As the hours tick by, the conversation flows effortlessly, never growing stale or awkward. You find yourself becoming more and more attracted to Felix, not just because of his good looks, but because of his intelligence, his sense of humor, and the way he seems to truly see you.

Eventually, the conversation turns more personal. You talk about your relationships, past and present, and the lessons you've learned from them. Felix confesses that he's been single for a while, having grown weary of the superficial connections that often come with the modeling world.

The conversation eventually reaches a more intimate territory, as you start to talk about your own love life. You confide in him that you've also been single for a while, having been too focused on your career to make time for relationships. You share your fears of being alone, and Felix listens intently, his eyes full of understanding and empathy.

As the night wears on, the drink count starts to add up. Your inhibitions start to lower, and you find yourself feeling bolder and more carefree. You laugh louder, talk more freely, and let your guard down around Felix.

At one point, your hand brushes against his as you reach for your drink, and an electric shock passes between you. You look up and meet his gaze, and there's a spark of attraction that's impossible to ignore.

Without a word, Felix stands up and holds out his hand to you. You look at it for a moment, and then take it, allowing him to help you up from your seat. You're suddenly aware of how close he is, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils and making your head spin.

He leads you out of the bar and onto the street. The cool night air feels refreshing against your flushed skin, and you realize how tipsy you've become. You're slightly unsteady on your feet, and Felix's arm comes around your waist to support you.

You stumble a little and fall against him, your body pressing against his side. You feel the heat radiating from him, and you can hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating in his chest.

He turns to look down at you, concern etched into his features. "Are you okay?" he asks, his hand grasping your elbow to steady you.

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed by your clumsiness. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you say, trying to smile. "I just had a little too much to drink, I think."

"Come on," he says, his tone gentle but firm. "Let's get you home."

He guides you down the street, keeping his arm around your waist to help you stay upright. You find yourself leaning heavily on him, your head swimming with alcohol and the nearness of his body.

The walk seems to take forever, and you find yourself growing more and more aware of Felix's presence beside you. You can feel the warmth of his touch, the steadiness of his breath, and the strength of his body as he practically carries you through the empty streets.

Finally, you reach your apartment building. Felix leads you up the stairs to your door, and you fish your keys out of your pocket with shaking hands. As you fumble with the lock, his hand covers yours, stilling your trembling fingers.

"Here," he says, taking the keys from you. "Let me help." He unlocks the door, and together, you stumble into your apartment.

The familiar surroundings of your home seem foreign in your inebriated state. You cling to Felix's arm as he guides you through the living room and into your bedroom.

He helps you sit on the edge of the bed, his hands gently settling on your shoulders. You look up at him, your eyes bleary and unfocused. Your body feels heavy and warm, and you have to fight the urge to lean forward and bury your face against his chest.

You look up at Felix, your vision hazy but your mind clear on one thing: you want him. The alcohol has eroded any inhibitions you had left, and all you can think about is the feeling of his body against yours.

It's as if he can read your thoughts. His eyes roam over your face, taking in the flush of your skin, the slightly parted lips. He takes a step closer, his body suddenly looming over yours.

He reaches down, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your neck. You gasp at the contact, feeling a shiver run down your spine. His touch is feather-light, but it sets your senses on fire.

He leans in, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. You can feel his breath on your face, warm and slightly tinged with alcohol. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and rough.

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours, claiming your mouth with a possessive fervor. You melt against him, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer until there's no space left between you.

He pushes you back onto the bed, his body covering yours as he continues to kiss you. Your hands roam over the planes of his back, feeling the muscles move beneath his clothes. He kisses down your neck, nipping softly at the sensitive skin, and your back arches off the bed in response.

His hands slide beneath your shirt, his touch scorching hot against your skin. He kisses down your torso, his lips caressing every inch of exposed flesh. You tangle your fingers in the sheets, your breathing coming in ragged gasps.

He continues his path down your body, his hands coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "Can I?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. His hands pull at the fabric of your pants, and soon they're off, tossed aside and forgotten. His lips press kisses along your thighs, moving higher and higher until they reach the edge of your underwear.

His fingers hook into the elastic, and he begins to pull them down, agonizingly slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You lift your hips, impatient, and he chuckles, the sound muffled against your skin.

He finally pulls them off, tossing them aside to join your pants on the floor. He looks at you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body, and he lets out a low whistle. "You're even more beautiful like this," he says, his hands sliding up your thighs.

He moves back up your body, his lips trailing kisses up your stomach, your chest, your neck, until his face is level with yours once more. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

He kisses you again, his tongue delving into your mouth, and you respond hungrily, your hands wrapping around his neck to hold him close. You can feel the hard length of him against your leg, and a jolt of desire shoots through you.

He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your ear. "I want you," he whispers, his voice low and gravelly.

His hand moves down your body, fingers tracing the curve of your hip, the softness of your stomach, until they find the heat between your legs. You gasp, your body arching into his touch, and he chuckles again, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

He slides a finger into you, his touch gentle but insistent, and you moan, your body tensing in response. He kisses your throat, his lips scorching hot against your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his free hand roaming over your body, worshipping every inch. "Perfect."

He adds another finger, curving them inside you, and your hips buck involuntarily. You can feel your body already growing unbearably tight, every nerve aflame with pleasure. He kisses along your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin there, and you can feel yourself losing control, your body arching off the bed. "Felix," you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair, "please."

He looks up at you, a sly smile on his lips. "Please what?" he asks, his fingers still moving inside you, slowly and torturously. "Use your words, baby."

You whimper, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of release. "Please," you gasp, "please, I need you. Now."

His smile widens, and he withdraws his fingers. You let out a strangled gasp, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. But he's not done with you yet. He positions himself above you, his hands holding your hips firmly as he looks down into your eyes.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice quiet and full of promises. You nod, your eyes wide and filled with desire. You lift your hips, silently pleading for him to take you, to fill the emptiness within you.

He obliges, sliding into you slowly, a low moan escaping his lips. You arch against him, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He holds still for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, before he begins to move.

His movements are slow and steady, his hips rolling against yours in a rhythmic motion that has you seeing stars. You clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, and you feel yourself spiralling higher and higher.

He leans down, his lips finding your neck, and he kisses and nips at the sensitive skin there. "God, you feel so good," he says, his breath hot against your ear.

He increases his pace, his movements becoming jerky and uneven as he nears the edge. You can feel yourself clenching around him, your body tightening in anticipation. He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans, and then he's shuddering against you, his body going rigid as he spills into you.

He collapses onto you, his body sagging against yours, both of you panting and shaking with the after-effects of pleasure. He lifts his head, a sly smile on his face.

"That was incredible," he says, his voice rough. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so that you're resting against his chest. His arms encircle you, his body warm and comforting.

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his gaze roaming over your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

You nuzzle into his chest, feeling satisfied and sated. Exhaustion is slowly creeping into your bones, and you stifle a yawn against the bare skin of his chest.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling beneath your ear. "Tired?" he asks, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Mmhm," you reply, your eyelids drooping with sleepiness. "We should probably get some rest." He pulls the covers up and over the both of you, cocooning you in a blanket of warmth.

You fall asleep with your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful sleep. As you descend into the sweet abyss of dreams, you feel his arms tighten around you, holding you close.

And for the first time in a long while, you sleep better than you have in months, your dreams filled with the memory of his touch, and the promise of something more.

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I really hoped you liked it this was my first time writing smut so it’s probably not that good but I tried. my masterlist is here if you wanna check out more stories.

[honey-bitch]

Mercury in the Moon Persona Chart - Signs

ᡣ𐭩 Please support me by liking reposting and following me. Mercury in the moon persona chart can tell you what you think of your emotions and perhaps how you deal with them as we filter our emotions with logic and reasoning. This post is a generalisation and therefore may not resonate but I hope you like it.

For 0º - it doesn't have a delegated sign and therefore it will take the qualities of the sign it's in.

Aries (1,13,25°) - You express your emotions with raw honesty and immediate action. When you feel something, you don’t hold back—you say it or act on it right away. There’s no beating around the bush; you let your feelings out in the moment, and sometimes that can be intense. You tend to think about your emotions as things to be dealt with quickly, and you’re often ready to move on to the next thing without lingering on them. It’s all about being direct and true to what you're feeling right now.

Taurus (2,14,26°) - When you communicate your feelings, it’s steady, calm, and often through your actions. You may not be the type to open up immediately, but once you do, it’s thoughtful and grounded. You take your time to process your emotions and prefer to talk about them in a way that makes you feel secure. You think about your emotions in terms of how they affect your comfort, stability, and what feels worthwhile. It’s about finding peace and security in expressing how you feel.

Gemini (3,15,27°) - You talk about your emotions as if you’re figuring them out along the way. You may process your feelings through conversation, often jumping between different thoughts and ideas to better understand what’s going on inside. There’s a lightness to how you communicate your emotions, and you find comfort in sharing them with others, almost as if talking about them makes them easier to handle. Your emotions can change quickly, and you tend to think of them as something to be understood through exploring different perspectives.

Cancer (4,16,28°) - Your feelings are communicated softly and with deep care. You express your emotions in a way that seeks connection and understanding, often turning to those closest to you for reassurance. You think about your emotions in relation to home, family, and emotional security—your feelings are wrapped up in the need to feel safe and supported. Sometimes, you may hold back your emotions unless you’re sure the person you’re talking to will offer the nurturing response you crave.

Leo (5,17,29°) - You share your emotions with passion, and sometimes a bit of flair. You want to be seen and heard, and when you’re feeling something deeply, it can feel like your emotions are part of your grand self-expression. There’s a sense of pride in your feelings, and you communicate them in a way that seeks recognition and admiration. You think of your emotions as part of your identity, and sharing them can make you feel special and unique. Your heart is big, and you want others to see that side of you.

Virgo (6,18°) - You express your emotions with thoughtfulness, often analyzing them before sharing. You’re likely to talk about your feelings in a practical, problem-solving way, and sometimes you may keep them to yourself until you can make sense of them. You think about your emotions in terms of how they affect your well-being and the people around you. You may also find comfort in helping others process their feelings, as it gives you clarity and a sense of purpose.

Libra (7,19°) - Your emotional communication is all about balance and harmony. You express your feelings in a way that seeks peace and fairness, often looking for mutual understanding in relationships. You want others to understand your emotions without causing conflict, so you might filter them through a diplomatic lens. You think about your emotions in terms of how they impact your relationships and whether there’s emotional balance. You find comfort in knowing that your feelings are acknowledged and respected in a harmonious environment.

Scorpio (8,20°) - Your emotions run deep, and you communicate them with intensity and honesty. You’re not one for surface-level conversations about feelings; when you express them, it’s with full emotional depth. You might keep some of your emotions private until you trust someone enough to let them in. You think about your emotions in terms of transformation, power, and intimacy—you want to understand what’s at the core of your feelings and are not afraid to explore the darker side of things to get there.

Saggitarius (9,21°) - You communicate your emotions in a free-spirited, optimistic way. When you feel something, you want to talk about it, often with a sense of adventure or philosophical depth. Your emotions tend to be expressed openly, but with a certain detachment—almost as if you're looking at them from a bigger picture perspective. You think about your feelings in terms of personal growth, freedom, and the lessons you can learn from them. You may not linger on your emotions for long, as you prefer to move forward with an open heart and mind.

Capricorn (10,22°) -Your emotional communication is practical, controlled, and often reserved. You may express your feelings in a way that ties them to your goals, responsibilities, and sense of stability. You prefer to keep your emotions structured and may even downplay them in order to stay focused on what’s important. You think about your emotions in terms of their impact on your long-term plans and your sense of security. There’s a need for your feelings to be rationalized before they’re shared, but when you do open up, it’s often with careful consideration.

Aquarius ( 11,23°) - You tend to communicate your emotions in a detached, intellectual way. When you feel something deeply, you’re more likely to analyze it or look for patterns in your emotional responses. You think about your emotions in terms of individuality and how they fit into your broader worldview. Expressing feelings can sometimes feel like a mental exercise for you, and you may struggle to fully embrace emotional vulnerability. You find comfort in discussing your emotions from a rational or even humanitarian perspective.

Pisces (12,24°) - You communicate your emotions with compassion, intuition, and sometimes with a touch of poetic beauty. Your feelings are often expressed in a soft, gentle way, and you might find solace in creative outlets like art or music. You think about your emotions in deeply spiritual or emotional terms, often seeing them as part of your connection to others and the universe. You may absorb the emotions of those around you, and your communication about feelings is often empathetic, seeking understanding and emotional healing.

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