#sundae piggy

[piggiebelles]

POV: you’re a piece of lettuce. This is the last thing you see before you become a poo :)

[moshimoshicake]

Parents

[brolorzano]

Sundae being adorable. Love her

[iferguerrero]

I/We need a series about the "mundane" relationship between Simon Petrikov and Betty Grof

Hello! I'm going to be very honest with you. The truth is that I got really affected by the Fionna and Cake series, especially by the relationship between Simon Petrikov and Betty Grof. I don't know if it hit me so hard because I'm currently in a relationship in which I am very happy, and seeing how something can crumble like that made me overthink a lot. I know that in the real world, there are no magical things like in Ooo, but I became quite fearful of love relationships.

Nevertheless, to trying to heal my slightly shattered heart by the conclusion of the relationship between Simon and Betty, I've been replaying in my head and on my computer all those beautiful scenes that Adventure Time and Fionna and Cake gave us of the "normal-mundane" relationship of Simon and Betty. After witnessing all the crazy things that happen in Ooo, I want to see what the mundane life of Simon and Betty was like. How they did their taxes, went out for ice cream, and even how they developed and wrote together the book 'Mystic Rituals And Their Space Time Applications.' You know, normal human stuff.

If you see this image you can catch some of the mundane life: Taxes, coffee, a painting of a house, a piggy bank (they might be saving for something/somewhere), they probably enjoyed doing sundaes.

An also how the reacted to the problems, like being hit by a can of cherries.

The were a happy couple.

I understand that it might be a series we'll never get, but that's why, I thank to all the wonderful fan art created by talented artists, I've been able to find happiness.

I'd like to see their mundane relationship at some point, like the scene of Simon getting hit by a can of cherries, among thousands of mundane things that come to mind. Taking a nap, playing a board game, going to the library together, preparing food, etc.

I need more of Simon and Betty in their mundane life…

[valmillion]

my sundae last night... you want it, pervert piggy?

[gumballavocadoharry]

Could've been you:

Inspiration from @finelinevogue brother Harry and his gold digging girlfriend Natalia

Link to the blurb right here

Harry was smitten with her. Aria. She was very pretty; her long thick dark brown hair that bounced a few extra curls in it, her olive skin that shimmered in sunlight and her brimming heart shaped lips that were painted in cherry pink. Her salient grey eyes that were underlined in modest black eyeliner, scanned the room that had turned perturb the second she made her debut.

Despite her beauty, she was venomous. Poisonous, cold to touch and it didn't faze her not one bit. You as Harry's sister saw the monster that hid in those designer shoes and quintessential face. She was angelic to Harry, your older brother who was your best friend in the entire world. Nothing came before you and it was the same with him. But Aria hated that. So in retaliation she treated you with deep contempt. She was atrocious in her words and impish with her attacks.

You didn't know why you tolerated it, but you knew that if you told Harry, he wouldn't believe you. He was too head over heels for her and wasn't ready to hear anything bad about the woman he seemed to lavish so much of his attention for.

"I'll be right back," He said kissing her cheek soundly and practically skipping upstairs to his room for his wallet. Harry had planned to take his two special girls out for ice cream, so while he was upstairs, you were now sitting across from Satan yourself. You swore you could make out the goat skull shape on her face with her irate eyes boring deep into you.

"Nice shirt," She said, revealing a cruel smirk stretching across her face. "Really covers up the stretch marks." That was always a sensitive subject for you. You hated your stretch marks and always felt insecure about them. So for Aria to poke at your weakest spot burned inside....but nonetheless, you decided not responding would make it go away....hopefully. Before she could say anything else, Harry came downstairs.

"Ready to go?" Aria swung her arms Harry's neck innocently, pressing kisses to his cheeks sweetly. You shuffled yourself to the car, gulping down the bittersweet tension that Aria invariably produces with you. She gave you a solid shove when it looked like you were heading towards the passenger seat. Harry didn't even notice it but instead smiled at Aria as she joined in next to him in the car.

At the ice cream place, Harry ordered while you and Aria stood aside. "That blue moon flavor sure looks delicious," You pondered out loud. Aria glanced at you with a disgusted look. "Piggy. Probably shouldn't order a large." That comment got to you more than it should have.

"Hey guys what would you like?" "A medium chocolate sundae." Aria said with sham charm. "Yn?"

"Uh a small blue moon cone." Harry looked confound as you usually ordered a large or medium cone. "Trying to watch my figure." You said with a chuckle to Harry to reassure him. "Well that's a joke." Aria snorted. You rolled your eyes and hushed any sign of sniffles trying to erupt from your bruised feelings.

Harry spent most of his time talking to Aria and completely leaving you out of the conversation per usual whenever Aria's in the room. She lights up his world and nothing else matters. Not even you. It broke your heart but you figured there was nothing you could do about it.

"Oh yn you got a little ice cream on your shirt," Harry said grabbing a couple napkins from the counter. "Like a baby." Aria chirped in which made Harry laugh like it was the funniest thing. He thought she meant it as a joke, but with the orney way she it, and the churlish attitude she presented, there was no doubt that it wasn't a joke.

"Gotta laugh at yourself ya know." She hissed in a patronizing way when she realized you weren't laughing. Probably thought you were making her look bad. Like you could do that to already antipathy persona she already had. She said this in front of Harry who not once stood up for you. When everyone's back was turned, you chucked the rest of your cone into the trash can. It wasn't appetizing anymore.

A lump in your throat kept threatening to overturn itself and you would be full on sobbing on the car ride home. You turned to stare out the window while Harry and Aria were invested deeply into their conversation. "Jenelle looked so fat in that dress, it was like a sweaty pig wearing a red sequin dress, hilarious!"

Your stomach was grotessed by Aria's speech of her supposed 'friend'. Harry hung on every word yet didn't comment.

Later on in the evening, you and Harry were washing dinner dishes that had piled up over time mostly due to the both of you being rather lazy and relied on Anne or Gemma to finally get so sick of it that they would cave in. But Anne expected you and Harry to be responsible in your household assignments.

"Aria sure is sweet isn't she?" Harry dunked a plate into the sudsy hot water. "Yeah I guess." Harry furrowed his eyebrows and turned to you briefly before turning his attention back to the plate again.

"What's wrong?" You shrugged but then made a quick decision to be honest with your brother about his savage girlfriend. "She doesn't like me very much. I know it's only been 2 months since you started dating her, but...I just don't really care for her."

Harry was in flummox about your answer. This was the first time you had ever spoken about Aria like this to Harry. "She seems nice though. Could you give her another chance?" Your breath grew hot. How much more of this beast would you be able to tolerate. You swallowed your meekness and told Harry everything Aria had said to you.

"If this is about the ice cream earlier, it was just a joke! I think maybe you're being a little too sensitive,"

"Good. My sensitivity keeps me on my toes." Spoke vapored into your tone. "Yn, she makes me happy," Harry said getting defensive, "You're being spoiled. I'm allowed to have other people in my life besides you."

Harry scrubbed more harshly with the dishes signifying his annoyance towards you. You knew Harry wouldn't have believed you, but it still didn't take the sting out from being completely cast aside for Aria like you were some bug that was kept buzzing around; working on Harry's last nerve and who kept trying to swat at you to leave him alone. Well now you were alone.

With Anne and Gemma being gone at a concert, no one was there to come to your defense. "You finish up, I'm going to bed." Harry practically threw the sponge at you when it soaked the top part of your shirt. Tear dropped in the sink as you finished up the last dish and cleaned up before retiring to bed yourself.

"Yn, come on let's go!" Harry huffed as he tapped his chelsea boot against the carpeted floor impatiently, "Aria's waiting!" With the truth out, Harry had thought you were deliberately taking your time just because you didn't like her. You hurried downstairs, barely getting your jacket on and followed Harry out the door.

"Be nice," Harry parked the car into a spacy parking space. You rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. "Right, I'll be a sweet little angel." You scoffed sarcastically. "I mean it yn. Don't be a baby." Harry said with more repugnance in his voice than yesterday. it shook you enough to drop any hint of causality from your tone and inherit regard instead.

You both entered the restaurant side by side, immediately eyeing the devil in a sequin gray blouse. "Hey babe." Aria greeted with Harry kissing and hugging her like he hadn't seen her in ages despite yesterday's trip to the ice cream shop. She bestired herself to not even say so much as a hello to you, while you stood there dumbfounded but perplexed as to why it was you felt that way.

You took a seat next Harry knowing there would be no way in hell you could ever sit next to sequen obsessed demon, and picked up the menu and ordered what you thought looked good.

The waiter came over and took the menus and placed your order. "I'll have a cheese burger with fries and a water please." You requested. Aria gave a small internal chuckle loud enough for you to hear.

"I'll have the parmesan salad with no tomato, cheese or onions."

You chuckled silently realizing that she pretty much ordered lettuce with parmesan on it. "Same." Your eyes darted to Harry as he would never order such a thing. Aria placed her hand on top of Harry's in agreement with his order. It was like he was under her mind control.

Your table's food came and everyone started munching away on their food. Harry would always occasionally glance at your food anguished to trade his flagrant salad for a bit of your delicious meal. "Wanna bite?" You offered once you realized him staring. But before Harry could say anything, Aria spoke for the both of them. "We're fine thanks." She sassed in curt way. You looked over to Harry who gave a small smile and nodded before turning back to his meal.

Aria and Harry's conversation once again excluded you as were expected to just sit back and scoff down your meal. Once your tummy was full and your plate was as empty as Harry's stomach, the waiter came over and collected your plates.

"How was everything?" He asked. "Delicious."

"Mine was dry and tasted shredded." Aria's attitude was an embarrassment to you. You just couldn't understand how Harry could tolerate another human being treating someone this way. You sent apologetic eyes to the waiter who smiled at you and completely brisked past Aria....And Harry. "I've got to use the restroom, I'll be back." Harry left, leaving you and Aria at the table alone.

"I-I like your top," You were trying to be nice and kind. But Aria didn't respond at instead focused more on her texting than on your effort to be civil. "This was supposed to be a date with just me and Harry you know." She hissed.

"I know, but Harry really wanted me to come and so I did. To support him,"

"Ha, support him? We both know the only reason you tag along with Harry is because you're a lonely little piggy that no one wants to be bothered with-"

"I'm not a lonely piggy," You whisper yelled. "Unlike you I care about my brother and don't use him to get money or compliments for the sake of my status!"

"Did you tell Harry that, Yn?" She sneered, acting like saying your name caused her to be poisoned. You sat back and didn't answer. "And did he believe you?" She said with the most condescending tone and batting of the eyes that would disgust even the most vile people. "Right. And do you know why......because no one wants you or the likes of you. I could name a list of reasons as to why but I think I'll just give you the one I've noticed the most.....you are nothing but a big FAT baby."

Tears welled in your eyes as Aria's words hit you harder than slash to your wrist....which you unfortunately knew what that felt like. She exposed the flesh of your insecurities and ripped them piece by piece just to make sure you knew just how much she hated you.

She sat back in her seat, giving a dirty smirk looking at you break down in front of her. Harry came from around the corner with a very disturbed and livid scowl. "Hey bab-"

"Don't you baby me Aria" He said with the same poison in his veins as Aria did to you. "I heard everything from around that corner." He sneered in such an angry tone, that it made you scared as to what he was going to do. "I don't know what she said to you bu-"

"It's not what she said, it's what you said. And I heard everything from around that corner."

"Harry you're not going to cause a scene like this in public." "Well then get away from me and my sister and there won't be one! We are through! Your salad tasted like crap and so you can pay for it!" Harry gently grabbed your arm and guided you out of the restaurant, leaving Aria dumbfounded.

"No one talks to my sister like that!" Harry finally let out an angry roar. You still looked down holding back tears from your eyes. "You say that now," You gulped down some sobs that wanted to erupt.

"Yn I-" "How could you?! You allowed all of that to happen before you stepped in. She tore me apart and...you didn't believe me the first time!"

You sped up and away from Harry to get away from him. You couldn't bear looking at him, mostly because tears were freely streaming through your face. "I'll find my own way back,"

"Yn, you know you can't walk home alone." Harry said with slight laughter. "Oh go ahead and patronize me, laugh it up since it's so hilarious. If I can tolerate Aria's abuse, and sucking in my extreme indignity in a public place....then I think I'm more than capable of finding my a way back home that doesn't include you. No need to spoil me!"

Just then, Aria came running out begging Harry for forgiveness. You rolled your eyes and walked to the end of the parking lot alone. "Aria what you did was unforgivable...I could never take you back after the way you treated yn." Harry walked away leaving Aria in despair.

He pulled his car up next to you and honked the horn. "Yn please get in. Aria's gone and it's just you and me," Harry pleaded. You thought for a while and then settled yourself into the passenger's seat. "I am so sorry yn....I was stupid to not believe you. You're my little sister and I could never want anything to happen to you. Please forgive me."

You looked to Harry; in his eyes pleaded for forgiveness and were those same puppy dog eyes that showed immense regret. "Oh...alright." Harry pulled you in for a tight hug and wiped your tears.

"How about some tacos? My treat?" Harry suggested. "Sounds great to me." You replied with a more causal tone. All was forgiven.

[piggiebelles]

Gorgeous little Sundae posing by some of her poos. Yes girl work 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

[mothandpidgeon]

Hello there Moth! I’m here on Pedro Scouts business. I bring you this delicious ice cream as an offering!

Now here’s my question! Which P-Boy would you most want to share a sundae with?! 👀

I could not be more prepared to answer this question. Thank you for asking. I would absolutely want to have a sundae with Pero. (I know I’m on a Pero kick recently but come on. This man and food? An obvious choice.)

He’d lose his god damn mind over ice cream. In fact, I think it would be exactly like the scene from Bill and Ted’s when Napoleon eats the Ziggy Piggy. Imagine how grateful he would be to you for introducing him to such a delicious treat? He’ll have to thank you…

[pwippy]

idk abt you guys but it's prime girl scouts season for me so. ✨everyones favorite girl scouts cookies (even though theyre not from america and honestly idk if theyre sold there)✨ ralph: thin mints. he's basic. at least he knows that he should freeze them beforehand or use them in a sundae.

jack: lemon-ups. he likes his ego boosts to be delicious as well! simon: samoas. he likes the coconut, it's the closest to nature you'll get in a girl scouts cookie. piggy: trefoils. no reason behind this one, it just sounds like something he'd say a lot. honestly his auntie would take them away though roger: raspberry rally or adventurefuls. raspberry rally is red, and looks like blood, so thats yummy! adventurefuls bcs even though the lil guy is terrifying he knows how to indulge. samneric: tagalongs. appropriate name, sweet, delicious, might be one of the less healthy cookies but its ok! maurice: toast-yay or samoas. naturally, he's advanced for his time and will always love bread. samoas, because he wants to steal from simon. percival wemys madison: tagalongs. great snack for crying!

[sacredjoanne]

Moon Sign Meaning & Personality Traits

The Moon Sign is basically where the Moon was chilling out in the sky when you popped into this world.

The Moon, being a speedy celestial body, does a quick lap around the Earth every 28 days and hops into a new zodiac nightclub every 2-3 days.

The Moon is the ultimate drama queen of change, personal growth, all things emotional, and of course, our primal instincts.

She’s the OG lady boss, embodying our deepest feminine vibes.

She’s also the fertility goddess in the sky, with her own VIP lounge in the celestial realm, and her changing moods decide if the tides will be chillin’ or spillin’.

Each zodiac sign is like a unique flavor in the cosmic ice cream shop, and your Moon sign is the one that gives your life that special zing.

So, understanding its qualities can give you the inside scoop (pun intended) on how to sprinkle some extra balance and happiness into your life sundae.

Ready for a wild ride through the lunar lanes to discover what your Moon sign spills about your emotional roller coaster?

I have detailed breakdowns for each of the 12 Moon Signs. Feel free to explore:

Aries Moon

Taurus Moon

Gemini Moon

Cancer Moon

Leo Moon

Virgo Moon

Libra Moon

Scorpio Moon

Sagittarius Moon

Capricorn Moon

Aquarius Moon

Pisces Moon

Aries Moon

These folks are buzzing with energy, shoot first and ask questions later, and always step up to the plate with the confidence of a lion walking onto a zebra farm.

Aries Moon folks have a fiery spirit and a compassionate heart, like a dragon who moonlights as a nurse.

They’re passionate, emotional, yet sensitive and empathetic.

Aries Moons are always the ones boldly making decisions like they’re on a game show and the clock’s ticking down.

Aries Moon signs are the life of the party, full of zest and pizzazz, living life large but also not feeling an ounce of guilt when they decide to hit the ‘pause’ button for some quality ‘me time’.

This is one of the most thrilling, fiery, and passionate signs of the zodiac.

They’re bossed around by Mars, the planet with the motivational speech on speed dial.

These guys have a ‘to achieve’ list that would make an overachieving beaver blush, and boy, do emotions fuel this ambition.

Now, if an Aries Moon hasn’t quite got a handle on their emotional rollercoaster, they can come off as a bit of a hothead.

Quick to frustration and anger, they can swing from ecstatic to cranky faster than a teen who’s just had their phone confiscated.

When they finally cool down, they’re more spent than a lottery winner in a Lamborghini dealership.

You wear your heart not just on your sleeve, but on your forehead, back, and probably your socks as well.

Sharing your intense feelings is second nature, even when it stings a bit.

So, if you’re the type who’d:

Leap off a cliff because you thought it might be fun.

Always first to dive headfirst into a project.

Believe that ‘impossible’ is just another word for ‘challenge’.

Well, my friend, you’re either an Aries moon or you’ve been drinking some serious Aries moon Kool-Aid.

Check my full Aries Moon breakdown here!

Taurus Moon

These folks are all about beauty, keeping their cool, chasing status, and enjoying life’s earthly delights.

Venus, the planet of love and ‘let’s chill’, has these folks under her thumb.

It’s as if they’ve swallowed a cosmic tranquilizer. They’re so subtle in expressing their feelings, they make Leos look like reality TV stars.

Imagine a mix of your favorite snuggly teddy bear and a dependable old St. Bernard, and you’ve got your typical Taurus Moon character.

They’re all warm and fuzzy on the inside, with an irresistible touch of sensuality.

They’re as devoted as a dog to a bone and as grounded as a potato on an Idaho farm.

These moon Taureans are dreamers with both feet on the ground, connoisseurs of beauty, and practical idealists.

They’re like those folks who fill their piggy banks with obsessive fervor, ready to spring into action when the rainy day arrives.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Taurus Moon signs can be a bit like a posh antique collector.

They’re old school, reserved, and can be a bit indecisive at times.

They’re as patient as a tortoise running a marathon and have a determination that would make a stubborn mule blush.

But hey, they’re not about to pull a rabbit out of a hat to impress you.

Nah, they’re too cool for that kind of show. Just sit back and enjoy their subtle, reliable charm!

Check my full Taurus Moon breakdown here!

Gemini Moon

On the surface, Gemini Moons are like air-filled beach balls – light, bubbly, and forever chatting.

But, peel back the layers and it’s like stepping into a Bermuda triangle of personality traits. Buckle up, it’s about to get wild.

Gemini, the celestial twins, embodies a freewheeling spirit, ever-changing moods, bright creativity, and sharp intellect.

Gemini Moons folks are like kids in a candy store of life – forever curious and always hunting for new adventures.

These folks have a Ph.D. in chitchat.

They’re like the Swiss Army knives of communication – they’ve got a tool, or rather, a word for every situation.

Nimble and resourceful, they dance through life’s curveballs like a pro ballerina in a mosh pit.

Got a problem? Dial-a-Gemini! They’ve got more solutions than a Sudoku champ.

With their smooth talk and innate diplomacy, they can talk their way out of a paper bag or even defuse a ticking time bomb of a situation.

Now, let’s talk about emotions.

As a Gemini Moon sign, you’re all about the feels.

You’re expressive, like a modern dancer on a caffeine binge. This makes you a catch in the love department.

But wait, there’s a catch.

You see, one moment you’re a sparkling firecracker, and the next, you’re as cold as Elsa in her ice castle.

This wild emotional switcheroo might send potential lovers running for the hills.

But hey, it’s all part of your charm! Embrace your emotional rollercoaster – it’s what makes you, well, you!

Check my full Gemini Moon breakdown here!

Cancer Moon

The Moon is the master of change, and Cancers are its faithful students, adapting faster than a chameleon on a rainbow.

Being water signs, Cancers enjoy sensual delights like a raccoon in a trash can full of gourmet leftovers.

Cancer Moons are all about the emotional deep dive.

They’re like the ultimate caregivers of the zodiac – nurturing, passionate, and so attuned to emotions, they probably cry at detergent commercials.

But hey, every coin has two sides, right? Cancer Moons can also come off as clingy, moody, and as demanding as a diva with a cold latte.

They feel things deeply and wear their emotions on their sleeve, their pants, and probably even their socks.

Cancer Moon signs are all heart. They ooze tenderness and compassion like a warm bowl of soup on a rainy day.

They’re hyper-aware of others’ emotions, like walking, talking empath detectors.

Born under this moon sign, folks tend to get lost in dreamy nostalgia and are forever on a quest for comfort and familiarity.

When the moon is chilling in Cancer, you could be moved to tears by a cute puppy video or a child’s innocent smile.

One day you’re all cuddles and giggles, the next, you’re as moody as a cat thrown in water.

Typically, these ambitious individuals feel a bit like a fish out of water under this sign, as their practical, goal-focused mindset does a 180, plunging headfirst into the pool of emotions.

It’s like asking a mathematician to write a love sonnet, but trust me, the result can be surprisingly beautiful!

Check my full Cancer Moon breakdown here!

Leo Moon

Welcome to the lair of the Leo Moon sign, the King and Queen of the zodiac jungle.

Their emotional rollercoaster ride often follows the “my way or the highway” route, and trust me, they are riding shotgun.

Leos strut around with self-confidence as if they’ve invented the concept.

These folks are more expressive than a mime on Broadway, bubbly as champagne, and are generally the life of the party.

Leo Moon ladies tend to be dramatic divas and experts in the art of flirting, while the gents can come off as more boastful than a peacock on a catwalk.

Leo Moon signs are like motivational powerhouses, radiating “We Can Do It” vibes.

Their unmatched zest and knack for self-expression make them the zodiac’s reigning champions.

Their emotional confidence, honed from their life successes, fuels their self-discipline, and they can hold onto money like a squirrel stocking up for winter.

With a vision clearer than an eagle’s and leadership skills rivaling those of the best generals, these lions can rally and inspire the troops with ease.

Their loyalty runs deep, and they stand by their loved ones like the best guard dogs.

They’ve got a sense of humor that can charm a hyena out of its laughter and a capacity for love that makes them the Casanovas and Cleopatras of the celestial kingdom.

With a Leo Moon sign, life is never a bore. It’s a wild, exciting jungle out there!

Check my full Leo Moon breakdown here!

Virgo Moon

We’re diving into the world of the Virgo Moon sign, the zodiac’s embodiment of perfection, purity, and “Hey, I just aced that!”.

Virgo moons don’t just feel emotions. They deep-dive into them like Olympic swimmers.

They’re more sensitive than a tooth with a cavity, but also more forgiving than a yoga instructor with a zen student who can’t touch his toes.

These folks work harder than ants at a picnic. They strive for perfection like it’s their morning coffee – essential and invigorating.

Practical and logical, they tackle life’s hiccups like a seasoned sudoku master cracking a puzzle.

Born under the Virgo Moon sign, you’re likely to be a cool-headed yet warm-hearted perfectionist.

You’re as reliable as a Swiss watch and more organized than Marie Kondo’s sock drawer.

The thing that gets your goat? When plans go haywire.

But people around you know they can count on you like a sturdy umbrella in a rainstorm.

Your creativity and detail-oriented nature are as appealing as a perfect cupcake, and beneath that, there’s a sense of humor that can lighten up any gloomy day.

Despite being reserved, perfectionistic, and more sensitive to criticism than a freshly peeled onion, Virgo moons always aim to please.

They might not make a grand show of affection in public, but behind closed doors, they’re all about heart-to-heart chats.

They’re the embodiment of ‘Still waters run deep.’

Check my full Virgo Moon breakdown here!

Libra Moon

Step into the world of Libra Moon sign, the zodiac’s love gurus. These folks don’t just trip and fall in love, they craft it like artisanal cheese.

When a Libra moon makes a move, it’s all about brewing something as harmonious and lasting as a classic Beatles tune.

Libra Moons are the zodiac’s diplomats, unrivaled in mood-reading skills.

If you’re having a worse hair day than a hedgehog in a windstorm, or being as passive-aggressive as a cat ignoring its owner, don’t expect them to stick around.

They can be as charming and sophisticated as a James Bond martini, yet as moody and indecisive as a toddler choosing ice cream flavors.

They’re tactful, refined, and their social radar beats any GPS. They might sometimes appear spineless or directionless, but hey, nobody’s perfect!

Libra Moons are as private as a hermit crab in its shell but their charm, sincerity, and romance shine brighter than a disco ball.

Equipped with a sixth sense for understanding human nature, they can read motivations and desires like a mind-reading magician.

They’re your friendly neighborhood social butterflies, and their genuine interest in people makes others spill their secrets as if they’ve unlocked the ‘share-all’ achievement.

The Libra Moon’s mantra? Embrace humanity, with all its flavors and quirks.

Check my full Libra Moon breakdown here!

Scorpio Moon

Welcome to the world of the Scorpio Moon sign, the zodiac’s real-life version of Sherlock Holmes with a dash of James Bond charm.

Notorious for their intense personality, these folks are as loyal as your favorite childhood teddy bear and as magnetic as a top-tier fridge magnet.

Scorpio Moons, true to their Scorpion spirit, have the fierceness of a hot chili pepper and the tenderness of a marshmallow.

They might be the Sherlock Holmes of the Zodiac, but they’ve got a horror movie monster’s fear of being alone.

They have a love language that’s about as conventional as hieroglyphics – you’ll find your surprise hidden in the depths of your sock drawer, or a secret note slipped in your lunchbox.

Occasionally, they might don a metaphorical mask, escaping reality for a bit like a hermit crab on a beach holiday.

Scorpios are as intense as a dramatic cliffhanger, as passionate as a Spanish telenovela, and as secretive as a ninja.

Their poker face can drive some folks up the wall, but if you can keep pace with their high-speed mystery train, you’re in for one thrilling ride!

The Scorpio Moon sign is a brave and ambitious daredevil with creativity as vivid as a surrealist painting.

They’re psychically tuned in, with dreams as prophetic as ancient oracles.

But beware, when they’re in a bad mood, they could make a honey badger seem cuddly.

Check my full Scorpio Moon breakdown here!

Sagittarius Moon

If you’re born with a Sagittarius Moon, you’re in for a wild ride! It’s like having an endless supply of solar panels powering up your personality.

You’re as outgoing as a door and see life through the most rose-tinted of glasses.

Your combo deal? Adventurous with a side of practicality. You can chitchat like a parrot and socialize like a high school prom king.

Sagittarius Moon folks are revolutionaries, aiming to smash the shackles of banal thinking.

Think William Wallace from Braveheart, but instead of fighting for Scotland, you’re battling for the freedom of thought!

You’re a self-improvement enthusiast, striving to upgrade yourself like a tech geek awaiting the latest iPhone release.

You attract freedom lovers like a magnet, that’s why you’ve got a fan club trailing behind you.

They’re explorers, travelers, and seekers of thrill.

They’re as passionate as Romeo and optimistic as a lottery ticket holder, but they can also be as self-absorbed and stubborn as a donkey refusing to budge.

With Sagittarius Moon, it’s all about finding meaning, about connecting, about philosophical deep dives.

Sagittarius Moon folks are social butterflies, spreading their infectious energy wherever they flutter.

They’re as open as a 24/7 convenience store, and as enthusiastic as a dog chasing a frisbee.

Check my full Sagittarius Moon breakdown here!

Capricorn Moon

When Capricorn Moon folks don’t feel secure, they become moodier than a teenager without WiFi, more pessimistic than a football fan down by four scores, and as paranoid as a cat at a dog show.

Their craving for emotional security makes them more materialistic than a magpie at a jewelry store.

The Capricorn Moon is like an odd blend of mermaid and mountain goat.

The result? Someone who feels things deep in their belly, but who never loses their footing.

These folks find their mojo, they cling onto it like a limpet to a rock, and boy do they know how to milk it for all its worth.

Once they commit, they’re as reliable as a Swiss watch.

Capricorn Moons are as practical as IKEA furniture, as solid as a rock, and as reliable as sunrise.

When something clicks in their head, they pursue it like a dog after a bone.

These are the people who make lists for their lists, who would have been hall monitors in another life.

They’re like worker ants, always striving towards their goals, their sense of duty putting superheroes to shame.

But don’t be fooled, Capricorn Moons are not all work and no play.

Capricorn Moon folks can seem colder than an ice cream in Antarctica and more stubborn than a mule, but that’s just them being shy.

Don’t worry, beneath the hard shell, they’re natural-born leaders and resourceful problem solvers.

Plus, their sense of responsibility is so strong, it could carry all your groceries up a hill.

The trade-off? They’d rather hug a cactus than navigate a crowd.

Check my full Capricorn Moon breakdown here!

Aquarius Moon

The Aquarius Moon sign is like the hipster of the zodiac – an advocate of progressive values, social justice warrior, and passionate humanitarian.

They’re as free-spirited as a bird let out of its cage, but with an intellect that could give Einstein a run for his money.

You’re as sensitive as an exposed nerve, but you’ve got this knack for reaching out to others with your unique gifts, kinda like a psychic Santa Claus.

And that quick wit of yours? It’s sharper than a tack.

I mean, come on, how many people can say their ideas might just be the next big scientific breakthrough?

They’re warm but often lose some heat in their quest to make everyone else happy.

Sure, they’ve got a short fuse and hold grudges longer than a dog holds a bone, and people often label them as eccentric and distant.

But hey, they’ve also got the ability to show compassion like nobody’s business.

Aquarius Moons can be as quiet as a mouse, but when they open their mouth, they’re straighter than an arrow and as critical as an old film critic.

They’re the perfect cocktail of philosophical, original, and innovative – perfect for careers in science, education, art, and research.

But don’t forget, they also come with a rich, emotional filling of anger, depression, anxiety, and jealousy, giving them a sensitivity that’s as complex as a 5,000-piece jigsaw puzzle.

Check my full Aquarius Moon breakdown here!

Pisces Moon

Their vibe? A creative cocktail of imagination, kindness, and a sixth sense, with a pinch of moodiness and a dash of shyness.

But the real magic happens when the Pisces Moon channels their inner Dumbledore and unites dreams and enlightenment with reality, transforming into a sort of mystical mind-merging maestro.

As a Pisces Moon, you’re like an emotional deep-sea diver.

Your feelings are as potent as a bucket of ghost peppers, and your bonds with others could outlast a Nokia 3310.

You’re sensitive, compassionate, and the type who’d willingly jump into shark-infested waters to rescue a kitten.

Now, as a water sign, you’re basically a human mood sponge, soaking up emotions like a chia pet absorbs water.

You love harmony, a calm vibe, and thrive in surroundings that are peaceful yet dynamic, like a Zen garden on a roller coaster.

Let’s be real, understanding a Pisces’ emotions is like trying to nail jelly to a wall.

Sure, they’re unpredictable and occasionally fickle, but they’re always genuine and curious about others.

They’re dreamers, but their aversion to structure and responsibility rivals a cat’s disdain for water.

They’re more likely to commit to something when they feel backed into a corner.

But don’t underestimate the Pisces Moon!

They can channel their vivid dreams and escapist fantasies into a spiritual springboard and, like magicians, transform pie-in-the-sky dreams into reality.

It’s like they’ve got a fairy godmother on speed dial!

Check my full Pisces Moon breakdown here!

Official post by Joanne at Sacred Joanne

https://sacredjoanne.com/moon/

[brendakthedonutgirl]

hey Brenda, here is a challenge and order 3 large meals, one for breakfast, one for lunch and one for dinner, obviously order a super sized dessert with it along with as many appetizers and beverages as you want, do this at two other restaurants throughout the day for a few days and you will balloon into a bigger goddess

example of glutton menu

32oz steak with cheesy eggs and bacon

12oz burger with chili cheese fries and xl milkshake

chicken park with a large side of fettuccine Alfredo

Brownie sundae with 4 scoops of ice cream

3-4 large sodas

5 fattening appetizers of your choosing

I know you got this piggy, keep on eating

💦💦💋💋💋

[unhingedwomandiaries]

I'm staring at my computer screen, wondering if this is some cosmic joke orchestrated by a bored deity with a twisted sense of humor. Tonight, in a fit of digital masochism, I decided to log into an email account I haven't used since I saw Oppenheimer in the cinema. As I'm sifting through 196 emails—each one a tiny time capsule of forgotten subscriptions and Nigerian princes—I stumble upon a message from Uncle Sam himself. Apparently, the U.S. government has decided that usernames and passwords are about as secure as a screen door on a submarine.

Now, to access my own social security information—you know, that thing I've been paying into since I was old enough to flip burgers—I need something called an "ID.me credential." It's like the government watched "Blade Runner" and thought, "Hey, that looks like a great way to manage citizens!" But here's the kicker: I can't even get this futuristic passport because I live abroad. To obtain it, I'd need to physically drag myself to a DMV, as if it's 1985 and I'm trying to get my learner's permit. The cost of flying back to the States for this bureaucratic pilgrimage? About £3,000. I could buy a used car for that, or 1,000 tacos. Both seem like better investments at this point.

But wait, it gets better. I manage to breach the digital fortress of my social security account, only to be greeted by a message that might as well have been written in neon lights: "You have 14 of 40 work credits you need to receive Retirement benefits." It's like finding out you're 26 points short in a game of Monopoly where the winner gets to eat.

I always thought social security was like a piggy bank—you put money in, and when you're old and cranky, you break it open and buy dentures. Turns out, it's more like a loyalty program at a casino. You need to keep playing to cash out, and the house always wins.

Why do I only have 14 credits despite living in the Land of the Free until I was 27? Because I only worked for six years—or rather, six years where I paid into the system. My statement shows I have $3,148 in social security. That's not even enough to cover a month's rent in New York City, let alone fund a retirement filled with early bird specials and bingo nights.

The cherry on top of this absurdist sundae? If I kick the bucket this year, my husband is entitled to a whopping $480 a month—but only if he registers as a "foreign alien to a spouse." It's like the government is writing the plot for the world's most depressing sci-fi novel.

I don't want to move back to America. Not after learning this dumb shit. It's like finding out that the American Dream comes with fine print, and it's all written in legalese. I give up. Maybe I'll start my own country. One where the national anthem is a heavy sigh, and the only requirement for citizenship is a healthy sense of irony.

[scinglives]

Callum smiled, the story sounded pretty similar to him and Claire. They had met at a party in college and hit it off, something that he thought might just be a bit of fun. Then ended up being together and getting married and having Izzy. "Oh wow -- just when you couldn't surprise me more." He confessed with a smile, of course he was in sales. He had no idea what any of it meant, but it explained the expensive clothes and her slight change in attitude towards things.

"Come on, we could run out of here and grab an ice cream sundae. For old times sake, let's be honest how many people do you actually want to talk to?" Callum said with a smile, rolling his eyes as she grabbed his arm. "Very strong, though it mainly gets taken advantage by Izzy who always wants piggy back rides or to be on my shoulder." He confessed, a glint in his eyes as he watched her. "Oh I look the part? Now you need to tell me how, I'm intrigued."

She wanted their story to be epic-- but in reality they met in a bar, hooked up and he actually had the courage to ask her out to dinner the week after. "We met in a bar," Jessica shrugged, leaving the hook-up part out of the picture. "We went on a couple of dates and hit it off right off the bat, I guess". She really fancied her husband, he was good to her but was working a bit too much in her opinion. He was the one providing for the two of them, after all. "He's a sales manager for Citadel, you know.. hedgefunds and investments et cetera. I don't really understand it either, to be honest," the blonde laughed. "That sundae sounds so tempting right now," Jessica smiled, wondering if it would taste as good as it used to. "You're a firefighter?" She asked; it wasn't really a surprise that he had that occupation-- explained why he was so fit, though. "I mean, you look the part," she laughed, reaching her hand out to his arm, squeezing it. "You must be really strong." @scinglives

[piggiebelles]

Sundae looking like a cute little caterpillar

[ceilingfan5]

12, if you’d be so good 💕

(12. We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town)

“Taako?”

Taako freezes. There’s no way. That voice may sound familiar, but it can’t be. It’s just another customer wanting more fuckin’ Mountain Dew. But his heart threatens to jump right out of his chest and invent an extreme sport no one’s ever heard of before, and he nearly slaps his guest check pad over his ribs to keep the stupid thing in there. And he turns. 

And boy, it sure fucking is Kravitz. Taako could die. He might die, in fact. He could be dying right now, and who would know? Not him, certainly. 

“Kravitz??” 

Kravitz smiles at him sheepishly and waves from his little pathetic table for one. No boyfriend on this little trip with him, not that that means anything. Just a detail Taako’s going to stow away in his fucks piggy bank. He hasn’t ordered yet, probably waiting for Taako to notice him, and Taako uses the excuse to walk over like he isn’t experiencing cardiac supernova and smile an almost-real, not customer service smile. 

“In the flesh,” Kravitz says. He gestures at himself, at his nice, sharp suit, at his shoes that cost more than Taako’s made in tips all week. He looks like he’s done incredibly well for himself, and Taako’s still waiting fucking tables at his family’s restaurant. Fuck. “I can’t believe- it’s been what, seven years since I moved away?”

“Seven and a half.” But who’s counting. “I never expected you to come back to bumfuck nowhere. What brought you here?”

“Ah, well,” Kravitz tugs comically at his collar. “Business.” 

“Uhuh.” Taako folds his arms and grins. “Did you come here and visit this particular café because you thought there was a snowman’s dick’s chance in hell of seeing good ol’ Taako?”

“What can I say.” Kravitz can’t seem to think of a good excuse. “I was just- passing through, and- and I had hope for that snowman’s sex life, is all, and-” He coughs as he realizes the implications of what he’s just said, and Taako laughs and pours him some ice cold water with no ice, just like he likes it. Kravitz gratefully takes a sip, incredibly embarrassed. 

“Well. You found me. Not that I was lost. You’re the one who left.”

“My mama got a job at a different university,” Kravitz protests. “And I didn’t want to break your heart in slow motion, Taako, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Long distance could have worked out for us, you don’t know that!” Taako instantly feels seventeen again, and he digs his nails into his palm trying not to sound like it. 

“Maybe so.” Kravitz’s sweet brown eyes are fully apologetic. “And don’t think I haven’t thought of you every day since.”

“So?” It’s hurt. He can’t keep the pain out. 

“So...I moved a little closer for my new job. And, um. Taako, I really hope I’m not distracting you from your, uh, your duties, I don’t want to hold up the process-”

“They can fucking wait. Say what you were going to say.” 

“Well.” Kravitz sips his water to stall, and Taako watches him sweat in real time. “What do you think about two full adults with jobs and cellphones trying...medium distance. Say, an hour away?” 

Taako fully hits him with his pad. 

“Ow!”

“Are you kidding me??” 

“No, I’m not!” 

It’s hard to breathe. 

“Fuck you!”

“Taako??”

“Of course I want to try! Shit! I still think about you every time I make ramen. God, or- or every time I hear our song on the radio- I can’t fucking believe you’re not taken, oh my god.” 

“I sort of was,” Kravitz whispers. “But then I had this chance. And he told me to take it.”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to kiss customers,” Taako says as stoically as he can manage. “But I get off in an hour.” 

“An hour’s not that much,” Kravitz points out. “Not that much at all.” Taako can’t stop smiling now. “Shit, what do you want to eat?”

“Maybe just some tater tots and one of those crazy brownie sundaes? To, to. To celebrate.” 

“You’re awful, I can’t believe this.” Taako’s on cloud nine, and his ladder is gone, gone, gone. “Coming right up.”  

[wavygrayvy]

What’s your queer headcanon for the muppets?

Hi, first of all, thank you for asking :))

Second of all, I’m gonna bullet point this bad boy because I have lots of thoughts

Bert and Ernie- 100% gay. They’re cis but very supportive of all gender identities

Kermit- definitely ace, maybe biromantic? I get ace vibes from him because of the way he shuts down Piggy’s advances in the muppet show (1977) and also this one moment from the muppets (2015) where his other pig girlfriend Denise makes a comment that’s very much so an innuendo along the lines of “tell me what you want me to do to you” and he says he wants a chocolate sundae, which honestly is very iconic of him. I get possibly some he/they vibes from Kermit? Idk I’ve mostly been building my asexual headcanon today

Miss Piggy- I don’t have a lot of thoughts about her but I saw a tiktok the other day that she’s trans and I like that hc. I guess it also kinda makes a lot of sense because her character has only ever been played by men

Scooter- gay, possibly bi? But definitely not straight. Already got vibes from him but then I recently found out his original muppeteer Richard Hunt was gay so I’ve now decided it’s homophobic to perceive Scooter as cishet /j I’m also going to go ahead and say he’s nonbinary because I’m nonbinary and I like Scooter so we’re gonna project

Gonzo- nonbinary and bi/pan. Definitely don’t want to get into discourse but listing both labels bc i feel like gonzo’s self-labeling could go either way. If polyamory counts I’m also gonna throw that in here because my guy Gonzo and some points has multiple chicken girlfriends?? Idk he’s kinda bird-like so I just roll with it and refuse to unpack

Bunsen and Beaker: honestly don’t think about them enough to have solid takes on their labels but I definitely think they’re together so on this list they go

The entirety of the electric mayhem- zero cishets here. Animal makes it very clear he likes women but you just know his relationship with gender is nonexistent. Janice is trans and I’d like to think she’s a lesbian but drawing from various pieces of media she’s been in relationships with floyd, dr. teeth, AND zoot so she’s pan. Going back to those three, they’re all pan and Zoot’s nonbinary if only because that is such a nonbinary name like for real

Statler and Waldorf- they’re both gay but not together. They’re just friends who like to bully fozzie together. Although I saw a hc somewhere that they’re exes which has interesting storytelling potential

Fozzie- Bi, no further thoughts

Russo and Pepe- they’re both bi and they’re together (sorry yolanda) also one time Pepe made a joke about gender being fluid so he’s genderfluid, we love to see it

Uncle Deadly- gay and it’s very clearly supposed to be canon. Like he’s miss piggy’s unspoken gay best friend but he’s written in a way that I can’t hate him for it

It’s like 2:15 am so I might’ve missed somebody but uh yeah these are my thoughts.