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
I hear poetry or song lyrics, or I read a good book, or see a good movie, and I think:
I want to make something of my own that describes that feeling.
I know I’ve done this before.
But I don’t remember how.
The words used to just spill out, and now, it’s like I’m all out of poetry.
I go to bed each night with this buzzing in my brain.
Everything is bottled up in there because I can’t remember how to free it the way I used to.
It’s not devastating or anything.
Just this constant frustration lurking inside me.
I wonder how many other people feel this way.
I wonder how many people don’t ever feel this way.
Everyone describes me as “the creative one” and I wonder what it feels like to be non-creative.
Is it easier to be a mountain
instead of a volcano?
These are some rejected color block sketches I did for my Editorial Illustration class! The article I was illustration is about how millennials made it through the recession with their retirement savings intact due to auto-savings features. (Exciting!)
I like how they look, but they were justifiably rejected for not describing the article well enough. I’m moving forward with a new idea that fits the article better, and I’ll post that when it’s finished!