Aggressive, forceful, inconsiderate. Immature, offensive and spontaneous tantrums with no apology. Egocentric, boastful and feels entitled. The ram has an ill temper and a hard head; they believe their way is The Way.
An affair with greed and sloth. Roots embedded and wrapped around the brain, suggesting unchangeable ways. Clingy of things and people, and little patience when bothered. Too proud to admit faults. The bull has their hooves dug underneath the ground, becoming immovable and unyielding for willful reasons.
Contradictory, superficial, and an erratic chatterbox. The nerves are easily irritated, causing a sharp and offensive tongue and volatile emotions. Flightiness; The butterfly that flits from one thing to the next seeks connection coldly from the mind, but not warmly from the heart.
Needy, teary, moody and repetitive of unhealthy habits. Cautiousness and hidden paranoia; the crab is scared and selfish, only thinking of their own safety. Conflicting emotions. "I'm so lonely" cries the crab, yet is the one who withdraws into their shell and into the internal womb, never to be seen again.
Emotional flares, spoiled tantrums, and dramatization of trivial events to play the role of the martyred victim. The ego is self-centered; they must be the king of their domain, to have everything their way. "Hear me roar I am king" says the mere cub, attempting to be a lion.
Magnification of the faults of others, yet doesn't see that their judgment, fault-finding and criticism towards others is merely a reflection of the flaws they see in themselves. Shrewd, easily bothered, a fickle & nervous mind, worrisome and bluntly opinionated. "Well, I think..." starts the mercurial maiden, ready to impose their unwanted opinion on another.
Indecisive, eager to please for personal gain, and forced pleasantness. Characteristically neutral that shows as a form of passiveness to avoid confrontation. Isn't quite sure of what they want. Superficial and dependent on the company of others to avoid loneliness. The instability of the scales reflects moodiness, irritability and inconsistency.
Actions driven by irrational and emotional impulses. Thinks highly of oneself and holds an all-or-nothing attitude. Controlling behavior, underlying paranoia, and internal anger manifesting as visible irritability and frustration. "No one understands me" says the Scorpion, who actively isolates themselves from others.
Laziness, offensive humor and reckless behavior. Forceful of views & attacks and critically questions the views of others. Boastful, temperamental and self-centered; believes they can never be wrong. Escapism through indulgence. The Ego is inflated and judgment is poor. The centaur preaches and claims to have wisdom, yet through actions show an irresponsible fool.
Superficially concerned with status. Criticizing, selfish and cold. Takes oneself too seriously. Gloomy, worrisome, lethargic, and emit an unwelcoming presence. The saturnian seagoat sees the world as against them, as a mountain blocking their way. "I am unlucky" they sigh, when it is only their consuming pessimism and self-doubt acting as the mountain.
Detached, arrogant, unsympathetic, frigid and erratic in action. Preaches open-mindedness yet expresses opinions in a dogmatic manner. Minimizes serious situations, breaks rules that do not make sense by their flawed standards, and fights for pointless causes. "I seek belonging" says the water-bearer, who purposefully tries to not belong for the sake of individualism.
Overly sensitive, teary, and a habit of lying. An open display of indulgence in one's sorrows and misfortunes that reflect a victim complex. Unreliable, lazy and avoids responsibilities through escapism. "I sacrifice so much and get nothing" weeps the fish, who must know that it is not sacrifice if there is reward.
♈ Aries: Aggressive, forceful, inconsiderate. Immature, offensive and spontaneous tantrums with no apology. Egocentric, boastful and feels entitled. The ram has an ill temper and a hard head; they believe their way is The Way.
♉ Taurus: An affair with greed and sloth. Roots embedded and wrapped around the brain, suggesting unchangeable ways. Clingy of things and people, and little patience when bothered. Too proud to admit faults. The bull has their hooves dug underneath the ground, becoming immovable and unyielding for willful reasons.
What “traditionalists” on Tumblr think of lesbians
So, background: I found the blog @misogynistdaddy and noticed that, unlike a lot of traditionalist blogs that ignore non-cishet identities, he was posting a lot of lesbian porn (but in the captions framing it as a performance for men). I sent him an anonymous message letting him know that I was a lesbian and didn’t appreciate cishet men trying to invalidate my sexuality as performative. He apparently decided that the appropriate response to that criticism was to devolve completely into a pile of quivering rage-hate, and made the following post. I edited it to remove the 15 porn gifs he intermingled with the text, but the remaining material is still incredibly horrifying. This isn’t a funny post, and I’m not gonna try to devalue it with my one-liners and shit this time. This is real, and never want to hear kinksters telling me that their misogynistic fantasies exist in a bubble ever again.
I’d like to encourage you guys to reblog this, if just to let other people know that there are people that really think like this.
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR UNDER THE CUT: MISOGYNY, HOMOPHOBIA, LESBOPHOBIA, ABLEISM, RAPE, CONVERSION THERAPY
my little sister is getting interested in fandoms lately and yesterday she asked me how i deal with antis bc they upset her. i was sad that she even had to ask me that, but my answer was just, never engage with them and use the block feature mercilessly.
cross-tagger? blocked. hate message? blocked. harassment? blocked. hate posts? blocked. even if they aren’t doing those to you directly, block their ass.
my own block list is a mountain bc i have no patience and tolerance left, and my online experience has become positively better ever since i gave myself the liberty to control who and what i see here. same advice goes to you all, utilize that block button. you don’t have to suffer bc of other peoples negativity.
Definitely my first challenge entry ever, so I am a bit nervous on how it turned out but definitely enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. Feedback is welcome! I also do not consider myself a writer and do this purely as a hobby, so I am sorry in advance for any spelling/grammatical mistakes.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam and Garth
Word Count: 6,600ish
Warnings: Language, Violence, Fluff, Angst, Implied Smut if you wish, a little bit of everything I guess.
Prompt: “He’s too Pasty to fight”
Stir-crazy didn’t even begin to describe what you had been feeling. In the last string of cases, you had been sick and Sam and Dean left you behind to recover. Now that you were up and back to your usual self the supernatural beasties remained quiet. You had already spent hours digging through news articles, police databases, and even supermarket tabloids.
You laid yourself across one of the tables in the library staring up at the ceiling tossing a tennis ball up and down. Sam contently sat at the other table, enjoying a break in cases so he could catch up on some reading. Dean was either working on the impala, making a beer run, or clearing a pool table with some poor fool. You couldn’t care less, he had completely ignored you for weeks after things ‘heated’ up between the two of you. And by heating up you meant a quick make out session abruptly ended by a pizza delivery man going to the wrong motel room. After that, things never picked back up.
Lost in thought, your motivation left to catch the ball and it fell to the floor where it bounced and rolled to Sam’s feet. Sam picked it up and tossed it back at you, catching you off guard and caused you to yelp in shock. He chuckled a bit.
“Sam,” You whined. “Find us a case.”
“Something will come up soon.” He assured.
“We haven’t tried to kill Crowley in a while.” You pondered. “Up for a challenge?”
“If we wanted Crowley dead, he’d be smoke by now.” Dean said entering the room with a six pack already slugging one down.
“As much as he is a thorn in our side, hell hasn’t been as… hellish with him in control.” Sam agreed with Dean.
“Anyways, something came up I think we should check out.” Dean purposed.
“What? Anything! Please!” You asked excitedly.
Dean still talking to Sam explained. “So this chick, Tara. We helped her months back on a case where her brother’s ghost was…”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam acknowledged remembering.
“Well, me and her we… uhh…” Dean quickly glanced your way. “Exchanged numbers.” He vaguely stated, your lips pursed knowing exactly what he meant. “She sounds like she’s in trouble.”
Dean played the voicemail on speaker. “Dean, god I hope this is your number. This is Tara from Silverton. You and Sam helped me out with my brother a while back and said I could call if I ever needed your help again.” You could hear the anxiety in her voice. “People are disappearing left and right. It literally feels like a ghost town. I’m leaving for Ridgway tonight. Can you please call me?”