feel the brood

I dont think i have ever seen a character with such expressive eyes. Fenris speaks a whole lot louder with his expressions than his words. I understand everything he is feeling just from a look so its strange to me that other characters find him hard to read. People dont know how to listen unless you yell.

When someone makes a ‘Ladies of Star Wars’ appreciation post

When they only mention Leia, Padme, and Rey

A lot of people are screencapping their least favourite bits of Joss Whedon’s leaked Wonder Woman script, and this is the one that stood out to me for its sheer levels of bullshit. A hero doesn’t decide to be a hero? Isn’t someone deciding to be a hero the entire basis of the, y'know, superhero genre? And even in real life, don’t people decide to do heroic things all the time because they think someone should? But Whedon just seems to be obsessed with this grim, manly idea that heroism is some burden that you pick up after life shits on you a lot, so you can have brooding feels about it while no one understands the heroic things you do.

Honestly, one of the things I love about the Wonder Woman film we did get (and I’ve said this in another post) is that Diana is a hero simply because she chooses to do good. She doesn’t have to suffer some hideous personal tragedy; she just acknowledges that there’s a threat out there that she can do something about. She totally decides to be a hero, and it’s great.

Quick Jughead Imagine

[Just a quick one and again not really formatted in to any particular fic, this is just whilst I take a short break from my heavy work load]

-Jughead hated the way you bit your lip, hated the way your hips would sway as you bounced away from him in the corridor, hated the way you would gently hold onto his arm when you’d all make your way into Pop’s, and most of all hated how it made him feel.

-You had always been a flirt, that was your ‘thing’. You were the flirt, the tease, it wasn’t a bad label by any means.

-It didn’t matter whether they were guy or girl, Reggie or Cheryl, Archie or Betty, you were guaranteed to flirt with them.

-It drove Jughead crazy.

-He knew it was irrational to think that the way you acted with him was in any way different to how you treated anybody else, but he could have sworn your eyes lingered on him just that little bit more.

-He was right of course, you used your label to hide your true feelings about the dark and brooding boy.


-You had all gone to Ronnie’s one night, she was holding a great big rager whilst her mom was out of town, you weren’t afraid to let yourself get a little loose.

-One JD and Coke and had turned into two, and then three and then before you knew it you were the life and soul of Veronica Lodge’s house party.

-Nobody could deny you when you waltzed over and demanded they get up and dance with a charming smile.

-Not too soon later a mass of sweaty teenagers were jumping on the balls on their feet, their solo cups spilling out the contents of their drinks onto the hardwood floor, laughing, singing and dancing.

-Except for him.

-He stood by the edge of the doorway, his cup filled with unspiked Coca-Cola, he looked amused and watched as you sang dramatically along to the catchy pop music.

-Well nah-uh, he wasn’t getting away with it.

-Your eyes zoned in on him, you drew your finger out and beckoned him over, he only laughed and shook his head, your curled your finger with more demand, nobody said no to you tonight.

-He stood still and smiled, you pushed your way through the chaotic crowd.

-’C’mon Jones, you can’t leave me hanging.’

-’I don’t dance.’

-’It’s easy, come on I’ll show you.’ You grabbed at his hips and swayed them from side to side. He laughed harder.

-’I didn’t say I couldn’t dance, I just said that I don’t.’

-’Not even for me.’ You drew your mouth up to his ear in a whisper, barely audible over the thumping bass. You swayed his hips again from side to side and began to bounce a little on the balls of your feet.

-You pulled away from him with a devilish grin and began to dance erratically, you beckoned your arms out for him to join you.

-’C’mon Jones!’

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Imagine teasing Peter Quill

“Is that a rifle?”

You looked over at Peter with a dazzling grin, “Wow, good job there buddy. It is indeed a rifle. Gold star for Star-Prince.”

He groaned and sighed, “I didn’t know you were doing guns now.”

“I’m sorry, Star-lord,” you threw him an innocent glance. “Did I hurt your feelings? Is the tough brooding man upset that little old me is packing heat now?”

“No,” he muttered looking away. You smiled because you knew Peter would have something to say once he got a look at your gun. “Mine is bigger.”

You snorted, ‘What was that? Are you blind? Look at this beautiful piece I have here, it’s nice and big.”

A devilish smirk suddenly appeared on the handsome man’s face. “Oh, I’ll show you big.”

Biting down on your lip, you nodded to the scene behind Peter. “Let’s kick their asses and I’ll let you show me how big your piece is. Hell, I might even polish it for you.”

Peter winked at you and looked over to the rest of the Guardians.  “Show time, a-holes.” 

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I’ll do anything.

anonymous asked:

I've seen a lot of people pretty upset that Barry is going to be gone, worried he'll be gone forever and so on. Now, don't get me wrong I understand that but the flash comics are so amazing because of the flash family. Plus I am kind of excited about Wally taking up the mantel which I hope they do. At least for a bit. Barry has gotten so broody I hope they use this time in the speed force as a reset for his character. Wally is such a fun Flash I'm excited to see that. If that's what they do.

Hmm… I struggle with this.

“Barry has gotten so broody I hope they use this time in the speed force as a reset for his character” is not a sentiment I can personally jive with.

Barry’s been through hell in the past three years. I get that he’s broody, but he’s… severely traumatized, grieving, full of survivor’s guilt, potentially depressed, and has demonstrated behavior that’s made me think he veers toward suicidal ideation. 

And while that is “broody”… what else is gonna happen to someone who is betrayed by his mentor, gets people killed because of his poor planning, watches his mother die, comes back to stop her killer only to lose and watches a good friend die to save them all, sees a blackhole that is his fault kill another friend of his and likely many other people and causes breeches that bring Zoom to this earth, gets his back broken, thinks a friend has died, gets betrayed again, loses his powers, literally disintegrates, has a good friend get kidnapped and traumatized, watches his father die right when he thought he had some control again, watches himself die (time remnant 1), fucks up the timeline and watches a friend on the verge of death because of his choices (again), fixes the timeline (leaving the one that made him happiest) behind only to find out he’s totally fucked it up and his bff’s brother is dead now, finds out his other good friend has powers that literally fuck with her emotions and moral compass because he messed with her life, and then finds out that because of all this, the love of his life is likely to die (and oh yeah, it’s because he kills her).

Originally posted by parisblakestuff

Like… that isn’t a rant at you. That was me just literally trying to make a small list but it grew and grew and grew accidentally because… damn has he been through so goddamn much?

They all have, and they all deserve space to grieve and heal.

But that was the whole narrative theme of both 3x01 (Flashpoint) and 3x21 (Cause and Effect). They both show ways in which Barry could be happy. One is if he’d never lost his parents and lived this life, so that he’s unburdened by all of this. The other is if he’s… literally unburdened. Without the weight of his memories, Barry is adorably chipper and happy and excited and a lot more like his season-1 self? And some people found that episode to be filler but I think it really hammers this characterization point home: Barry is actively suffering emotionally due to the past three seasons of trauma.

So I’d love to see the Flash family taking off - to see Wally growing into the mantle and to see him and Cisco working together with Iris, to see Caitlin on the fringes finding her own weird way, to see Joe trying to cope but having the love and support of his family. To see them all fighting crime and doing well.

And when Barry comes back into it, I don’t really want him to be plucky and happy again if it means erasing what he’s been through, or hopping him up on a false sense of security (like the speedforce first did when it told him he was special and chosen before his dad died). I want him to have had time and space (and the rest of them too) to cope and heal and to move forward from there, heavy but hopeful, full of smiles but sombre when he needs to be.

I mean… I actually don’t expect him to get there yet. He’s got more growing yet to do. But I just… don’t ever want to “reset” his character. We’ve seen them do that twice already, if only for an episode, and while it was adorable and lovely to see him happy… he deserves to move forward not to be wiped clean.

anonymous asked:

You know the whole twin au that's going around? Well, just picture Felix getting a crush on Marinette, because she's being nice and kind to him and doesn't have a motive.

Oh Nonny, Why Do You Do This To Me?

But seriously, though, it would be both a bit heartbreaking and hysterical.

Heartbreak is obvious. Marinette is in love with Adrien and there’s the whole mess associated with that.

BUT LET’S NOT FOCUS ON THAT AND GO STRAIGHT INTO THE HYSTERICAL.

  • Felix isn’t really sure what to make of this girl at first.
    • It’s blatantly obvious to everyone that she’s got it bad for Adrien and he kinda thinks it might be just a bad case of a celebrity Crush.
    • But then he hears about the argument and the umbrella thing.
  • Felix is questioning this girl’s taste in boys. (Like he can’t complain cause it’s Adrien but who falls for someone over an Umbrella?)
  • Marinette also one of the only people who actually accepts they are different people and not carbon copies of each other.
    • Adrien is a Ray Of Sunshine while Felix kinda hates people. 
  • Marinette backs off when he wants her too or just sits by him and doesn’t talk.
  • She always greets him with a smile and a wave.
  • While Marinette made Adrien a scarf, she also made Felix a personalised tie/wallet/anything but a scarf cause he never wears them as accessories. 
    • (He totally knows the gifts came from her because he overheard her and Alya talking about it.)
    • (He sends her flowers as a thank you anonymously and threatens Natalie into sending Marinette tickets for the latest Gabriel Fashion Show.)
  • Marinette never asks about Adrien when they are together or she does but only if he brings it up first.
    • She never asks for tickets to any Agreste Fashion Shows or events. 
    • Unlike a certain Queen Bee who he really doesn’t like
  • Marinette somehow managed to wrangle out his favourite pastry.
    • He doesn’t know how she managed it but she always brings one in when she brings in pastries for the others.
  • She makes an effort to include him in things even if he turns it down.
    • Like if Adrien can’t make it to an event, the invite is still there for Felix
  • She just treats him as Felix. Not as her crush’s brother or as Gabriel Agreste’s son or as that moody teen who hates everyone. Just Felix
    • Which. You know.
    • It’s Nice
  • HERE COMES THE FUNNY BIT
  • Felix overhears someone talking about him
    • nothing new, just the whole Ice King persona, he’s a horrible person etc. Still stings.
  • Marinette RIPS into them.
    • The only time Felix has ever seen her even closely this angry is when someone said Chat Noir was a lousy Superhero. They still haven’t recovered and Adrien was practically glowing all day, you utter dork.
  • Felix gets this warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.
  • He starts actively seeking her out.
  • Felix actually gets into conversations with her instead of letting her rant about things or just talking about school work.
  • Marinette’s birthday comes along and he gives her an advance copy of the latest fashions from Gabriel
    • He doesn’t like the look on his father’s face when he asked for it
    • He really doesn’t like the look on Adrien, Alya and Nino’s faces when they see Felix’s gift for Marinette
    • He does like Marinette’s face though so he thinks it’s worth it
  • He starts getting more moody when his utter moron of a brother can’t see that Marinette is over the moon about him and he’s still hung up on that completely unobtainable Ladybug. Like Why?! Adrien, Why?! Marinette is much nicer and wittier and she’s actually friends with you and she’s way prettier than that girl in a mask WHO YOU DONT’ EVEN KNOW GDI ADRIEN!
  • He has no idea what he’s feeling until Adrien brings up that fact he’s smiling after listening to Marinette rant about thread patterns.
  • Felix has no idea what to do with these feelings
  • He just stoically denies everything.
  • He has a big problem when he realises he just smiled minutely and waved back when he passed Marinette on the street and he’s still smiling.
  • Felix needs to go lie down now.

Just Felix Agreste getting a crush on Marinette and having no idea what to do.

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Why Thea Queen and Laurel Lance Are the Most Relatable Characters on ‘Arrow’

Recently, a list of Hollywood’s Best 50 Female Characters came out, and on that list was none other than Felicity of the CW’s Arrow. She is quoted by EBR as being “relatable and grounded,” and fans are running wild claiming she is the most relatable character on the show, and one of the most relatable on television currently. I’m here to challenge that notion.

Thea Queen and Laurel Lance are messy characters, and I mean that in the most positive way possible. They have been through hardships, they have made bad decisions, and they have paid the consequences of those bad decisions (a lot of the time made by other people in their lives). They both have dealt with extremely heavy and realistic problems that don’t fall into the realm of magically curing paralysis or somehow feeling no guilt for the death of over 10,000 people. These problems include grief, depression, addiction, and guilt.

Both Thea and Laurel were forced to overcome the grief of losing Oliver instantly. They were both forced to grieve alone in fact. Thea’s parents had one another and shut her out to cry by herself, and Laurel’s parents divorced, her father became an alcoholic, and she also lost her sister, who was sleeping with the love of her life when she “died”. So, Laurel was also forced to deal with the knowledge of that betrayal. While the circumstances regarding these loses are heightened for the sake of television, they still are grounded in realism. Everyone has dealt with the loss of a family member or an incredibly close friend, and everyone has been forced to deal with the grief that comes along with. 

Another thing both Thea and Laurel were forced to go through was addiction. To deal with her grief, Thea began using drugs to cope with the pain she constantly felt, which lead to incredibly negative actions on her part. She was forced to face those consequences and better herself because of them. Laurel, on the other hand, fell into an alcoholic addiction once she lost Tommy, whom she believed to be the new love of her life, and was again left by Oliver, whom she believe would help comfort her in a time of need. Add in the fact that alcoholism runs in the Lance family, and Laurel suddenly becomes a figure for all those struggling with addiction or those who have someone close to them who is struggling with it. And it was constantly thrown in her face. Not only that, but Laurel was forced to overcome her mental illness on her own while also being forced to relive her presumed dead sister and ex-boyfriend once again rekindling their relationship. These women grew from these tragic circumstances they found themselves in; they felt pain; they cried; but they became stronger.

Probably the most relatable thing these women have been forced to overcome is guilt. In season 3, Thea found comfort in the one person she believed would never lie to her: her father. But unbeknownst to her, Malcolm forced her to kill Sara, someone she considered a friend, and once Thea discovered what she had done she was forced to deal with the aftermath. She did not run from it. She faced it head on. She confessed to Laurel, who strongly embraced Thea with open arms and assured her it was not her fault. She confessed to Nyssa in hopes that it would free her from the pain she is feeling. Thea was brave; she was incredibly brave. In season 4, Thea was once again faced with a tremendous amount of guilt as she was forced to choose between killing people to satisfy her bloodlust or let herself die, and she decided the later. She was willing to give up her own life so that she would not hurt anyone else.

Laurel, after being constantly lied to, made the decision to resurrect her sister Sara after she was murdered. Afterwards, she was forced to deal with the guilt and trauma that Sara would endure. While she knew what she did was wrong, Laurel wanted her family back; she did not want to lose her sister again. But her hypocritical ex boyfriend constantly threw it back in her face, and Laurel had enough. She finally stood up. She knew what she put Sara through. She knew the guilt that she was facing, and she didn’t need to be constantly reminded of it.

These women have, without a doubt, the strongest character development on the series. No, they are not perfect. No, they are not witty. And no, they are not just “relatable and grounded.” They are inspirational. They taught us that you can fight back, and that you can overcome your struggles even if everyone around you is telling you that you can’t. It’s okay to be messy. You can pull yourself back up. They felt real things, and it made them real people.

Beauty and the Illyrian Chapter 1

So I have mentioned how I’m working on a B&TB/Feysand story and … this is it. I hope you all love it as much as I do, with just this first chapter. Please comment opinions and helpful statements! This is Chapter 1!

“Faes are the most feared creatures in the world of Prythian. With their fangs that shine bright with blood and their talons that could rip out one’s throat, only the Children of the Devil worship them.

One night Feyre’s sister’s, Elain and Nesta, travel to meet the man Elain is to marry. With caution in their way, a snow storm, Feyre tries to get them to stay. But they disobey. When they are captured by the half Fae-Half Illyrian, can Feyre make a successful bargain to save them, but not herself?

This Illyrian has a curse, and has had this curse for over ten years. All humans fear the Fae creatures, give or take the Children of the Devil. It is nearing the Prince’s twenty-first birthday, and soon the last petal will fall. For who could ever learn to love a winged beast?”


Dawn approached and the ground was already deeply covered in white snow. Feyre held on to the cart that her two sisters sat on, her eyes begging. “There is a snow storm, Nesta. You should wait until daylight.” Her sister, Nesta’s, gaze was sharp. “The lord can wait. He would understand.”

“It’s not snowing that bad, Feyre.” Her sister pulled the hood of her coat over her head. “We will be fine. The village is not far.”

Before she could say good bye, the cart was already pulling away with Nesta hanging onto the ropes attached to the horse. The white animal let out a loud noise before it began to gallop away.


If the cart crashed in the night, and her sisters were hurt, Feyre wasn’t sure what she would do. Elain and Nesta were the only active family she had left, give or take her father who sat on his ass all day in their cabin. The only reason Nesta was rushing the time for them to meet the Lord living miles away was because they were poor, and the Lord vying for Elain would fulfill their wishes of luxuriousness.


The sky was pitch black by the time Feyre moved back into the cabin. She didn’t acknowledge her father sitting in a small plush chair, staring at the red sparks of the fire. It was the same spot he sat ever since Feyre’s mother died, over eleven years ago. He was there when Feyre promised to protect her sisters to her mother, on her deathbed. From then on, he always had a thought she had to be the only one to protect them.


She placed a mug full with water on the table sitting next to the chair, picking up the old cup. Worriness filled her gut because she should have gone with her sisters, should’ve sent someone with them like Tarquin or Helion … Feyre dumped the dirty water into the sink, washed the cup clean, and headed upstairs.


Blankets that covered the one bed her and her sisters shared were a mess, falling onto the floor from the side Nesta slept on. Most nights, Feyre slept without any covers so her sisters would sleep with. She promised her mother she would protect them, and letting them freeze in the night was breaking the oath in the slightest way. Tonight, she would have the bed to herself. It was not likely she would get sleep, though.


The moon in the sky shone bright into the room as Feyre digged through her through her drawer for night clothes. After doing so, Feyre sat on the creaky bed and pulled the blinds of the window further away. The light from the stars made the room brighter.


Feyre took a deep breath in, the night sky bringing a relaxing feeling over her body as it always did.


——


Elain tugged the fur coat tighter around her body, shivering at the white snow that fell on her shoulders and arms. No matter how many shivers wracked her sister’s body, though, Nesta did not stop. The snowflakes fell harder and harder but her sister did not stop, beating the horse that led the cart more more.


Nesta,” Elain’s voice shuddered as she spoke, her lips so, so cold. “Nesta, maybe we should find an inn, stop for the night–”


“Graysen is expecting us by mid morning, Elain,” Nesta tried to hide her shivers, the way her body shook with ice. Physically, and mentally–anger. She hated the man her sister was to be betrothed to. But, if it made Elain happy …


“I think he would understand, like Feyre said. Understand if we were late. There is a storm, Nesta.”


The only sounds were owls in the quiet forest, animals that creeped and crunched fallen snow on the ground. Elain jumped at every sound, her body shaking from more than just the cold. Then, in the near distance, a tree, pressured by the harsh winds and piles of snow, fell in the middle of the path they were heading to.


The white horse backed a step in as it was startled. Elain’s heart beat picked up, racing faster than the speed of light, as Nesta made a sound of annoyance. There were three paths they could take. The left or the right, but both they would have to take longer detour. Nesta pulled the ropes to the left, making the horse face to the right path. With one beat, she expected the horse to move forward on with her command. The animal only stayed there, making a noise of rejection, forcing his head towards the left path.


“Come on, Philippe!” Nesta grunted, repeated the action again.


“I don’t know, Nesta, maybe he has a sense–”


“Of what, Elain?” Her sister turned to look at her, dark eyes wide. She tugged the horse again. “There is no animal that will attack, Philippe!”


The horse moved without another thought, hesitantly so. The track down the right path was slow, and Elain flinched with every beat Nesta gave to the poor animal leading them.


Fifteen minutes down the path, And Phillippe was stopping. His ears twitched and Nesta groaned again, reading to hit it–


“Quiet,” Elain hissed.


Wide eyes directed to her, Nesta obeyed Elain and stopped speaking. She trailed her eyes to their surroundings, glancing slowly to the horse and to Elain, then to behind them. That was when they heard the noise.


Heavy feet crunching against the snow, low growls heard through the violent winds.


Nesta’s eyes widened at the same time Elain turned back and spotted the creatures. The pointed, skinned ears. The white canines that glimmered in the moonlight when they opened their mouths.


Fae. This path was where the Fae were, where they lived–thrived.


Philippe!” Elain was shouting louder than she ever had before. “Philippe, run!


As soon as the horse proceeded forward fast, so did the monsters behind them. The creatures were faster, though, and Elain squeaked as she felt one, bony hand skim her long, brown hair. She was shaking with terror, and Nesta was glancing between the sight ahead of them and back to Elain.


Where would they go.


Where would they go?


Where would they go?


The horse tugged from the rope and Nesta screamed in frustration. Elain knew, surely, she could hear the panting breaths of the Fae behind them, could hear their claws scraping together. Philippe yanked again, struggling to get free, Elain shaking as her sister tried to control him.


And as the white stallion broke free, the cart that Nesta and Elain were in zoomed forward. Ice and snow pushed from the ground and floated around them as they went down a hill. Elain’s fingernails clutched her palms, breaking the skin as Nesta’s arms moved around her. They didn’t know where they were going and moments later, as they passed flushed through a black, spiked gate, the cart stopped.


Before them was a castle. But it was nothing like the lord’s, that Elain was to be married to. Shadows curved through every corner, gargoyles hung from every tower. The dark, brooding feeling surrounded the area and sent even more shivers through the sisters’ bodies.


The thunder in the sky that they had just noticed now clapped loud, and Elain jumped again. Nesta, pulling herself out of the snow, held out her arms for her little sister. Once they were both standing on land, boots sinking into the snow, they pulled their coats tighter around their bodies, picked up their packs, and started the hike to the front door.


It would be a long journey, passing through the snow that was possibly seven feet deep, until they did finally reach the iron door. Maybe the castle was old, abandoned. They could find rest for the night, find a pit to light a fire so they could sit by it to warm.


Nesta knocked on the huge iron door, looking up and squinting to have to spot the top. But, as the door opened, creaking in its path, Nesta glanced inside and held her breath.


“Hello?”

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26 (more) albums from 2016 → Part 3 - Pop/R&B/Rap

  1. That Poppy - Bubblebath EP
  2. Broods - Conscious
  3. Two Door Cinema Club - Gameshow
  4. Travis Scott - Birds in the Trap Sing Mcknight
  5. Luna - Free Somebody EP
  6. Adore Delano - After Party
  7. The 1975 - i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it
  8. Frank Ocean - Blonde
  9. Gwen Stefani - This is What the Truth Feels Like
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“The first time Kit walked into the room I remember thinking “Ohhh..please let this guy be good” because I just had like an image in my mind, with most of the characters I don’t, but with Jon Snow I had an image in my mind of what he should…not only what he should look like but more what he should kinda feel like…a certain brooding intensity…and a kinda haunted thing? […] So he came in and he nailed it. I mean he was just incredible.” David Benioff

anonymous asked:

God, I realized there are so many Libras with Venus in scorpio on your blog How would you describe us ?

lmao yeah there are a lot of us! We’re demons that act like angels.

Compared to Libras with other Venus signs, Libra Sun with Scorpio Venus:
-more sassy, more blunt
-dresses down or in darker colors
-cares about their appearance in a much more lowkey way
-sharp gaze, likely to stare
-possibly more shy, less likely to be that bubbly outgoing Libra social butterfly
-still polite but less likely to go out of their way to make friends or try new things
-private, avoids talking about themselves
-lives in their heads
-bored easily
-sensitive, easily offended, takes things personally
-looks at emotional & psychological issues
-can read people well, known their intentions
-wolf in sheep’s clothing
-uses their naive appearance to secretly manipulate people (people naturally assume that they are helpless angel babies and therefore won’t believe we ever do anything wrong)
-clever, cunning
-possibly attracted to dangerous, mysterious people
-angsty!!!!! brooding!!!!!
-feels very contradicted between what they want vs what they need
-needs to form strong emotional bonds and connections with people


*in my personal experience and interpretation*

Dylan & Eric:  Astrology Series      ♒  Moon Signs  ♋

Their Moon Sign…

represents your emotions and how you process them.  This is your “inside self”.

The Moon also makes up a person’s unconscious habits.  Your feelings, where they transpire and how you deal with them all, reside within your Moon. Your Moon also carries the flavor of your Sun, and your Moon could touch many of your other aspects that may dictate exactly how the wheels within your Moon rotate.  Overall, your Moon is where those raw emotions sit and the state of them.     For some, their Moon may drive their personality more so than their Sun sign.  However, it is important not to give any one placement more significance over another.  Some believe the Moon subconsciously brings your past into your present and indirectly makes decisions based on that experience, not taking into account that every experience, as we are living it, is a new one.

                               AQUARIUS MOON   ♒  

Aquarius Moon is very observant. They love to study human nature and analyze why everyone around them acts the way they do. They are often shy themselves…

and may appear a bit detached. If you sit down and talk with an Aquarius Moon, they will probably tell you that they always felt “different” when they were growing up. While they can be sociable, at heart they would rather be on their own.They may have a strong ego, and they"ll do their level best to be unusual. It is not their lot to be mainstream or “fit in.” They can be idealistic and progressive, but they pretend that jealousy, fear and possessiveness don’t exist… that they are somehow above such petty emotions. This may make them appear distant and emotionally unavailable.  Aquarius Moon Sign person is kind and compassionate, though it may tend to be shown more as a broad philosophy rather than in actual actions. While they may seem aloof, in fact they enjoy the eccentricities of those around them, and they feel confident in giving their partners a lot of freedom. Their optimism and friendliness helps them attract lots of friends. When they are unhappy, they tend to focus on their activities to such an extent that those around them have difficulty figuring out that something is wrong.

When an Aquarius moon feels insecure, they may become brooding and aloof.  It’s often difficult to remove yourself from a situation that is causing you turmoil.  You may have difficulty expressing this discontent to others and will avoid these insecurities by following others’ causes for action.  Aquarius Moons have a requirement to be emotionally independent from others and will defend most outward displays of irrational behaviour.  They seek to understand such things because they cannot ever see themselves being able to behave in that manner

                                     CANCER MOON  ♋

Cancer Moon moods can be turbulent but are often kept on the “inside” unless you have a healthy outlet to express yourself..

While others have moved on from a hurt, those born under a Moon in Cancer may tend to keep dwelling on them It’s important to note that a Cancer moon can be self-defeating sometimes and spend too much tending to an emotional wound instead of addressing it and moving forward. They may tend to feel taken for granted, and they don’t like to confront others, so they may leave hints about their unhappiness to get your attention. They can become very manipulative in some cases.

Cancer Moon has a knack for being in touch with their feelings, as well as those of others. They may be so in touch with their feelings that they become very self-absorbed. At the same time, they are so in touch with others’ feelings that they can see through any superficial statements of well-being. They have a terrific memory, especially for emotional things. The Cancer Moon Sign looks for familiarity and security. They tend to cling to their home, their family and friends, and their possessions. They really appreciate peace and quiet, and they are not big fans of change. Devoted and accommodating, they do not like superficiality. When they have feelings of insecurity, they may attempt to create a sense of it by accumulating things around them. They have a delightful sense of humor that borders on the loony and can be amazingly funny. At the same time, they can be moody, which can confuse those who don’t know them well. They may behave erratically at times, but they have a unique angle on life. They are also very affectionate and protective.When they feel understood, they return the feelings of tenderness and warmth in abundance. They are very dependable, mood swings and all. They are creative and sensitive. They are vulnerable to the influence of those they spend time with. It may be difficult for them to express their own opinions, rather than just reflect those around them.

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REBORN {last part of RENAISSANCE}

Looking down at your field notes, you smiled. Three years. It had been exactly three years since Namjoon had started your program and you watched him become more and more comfortable right in front of your eyes. He was still incredibly snarky, but as the years went by, you saw him bring people back into his life. His parents slowly became a regular duo to visit him, he spoke openly about his struggles, and with some help from the guys, and you were able to get him to feel comfortable without the gang brooding over his shoulder.

It had been three years since you looked him in the eye and put up a wall. You admitted to yourself that you needed time to be afraid, Namjoon had broken a trust and you didn’t know if you would be able to move forward. But now the two of you stood on the other side as different people. You heard a knock and Namjoon stood in the doorway.

Hey, how are you today? He asked with genuine curiosity. He no longer treated the world as his slave, but rather appreciated hearing about everyone. He saw himself as equal. You smiled.

Pretty good. Look at this. You said and placed a document in front of him. He scanned it.

This is my file. He responded and you nodded.

But look at the sentencing line. You guided his gaze with your finger.

It’s blank? He looked up and you smiled even wider.

The courts deemed you as fit to go back into society. The program is over! You exclaimed and gave a little victory dance, but Namjoon stood still. What’s wrong, Namjoon? You’re a free man! C’mon! Don’t make me look like an idiot dancing alone! You tried to convince him, but slowly you stopped clapping and jumping around. Namjoon looked from the sheet to you and back to the sheet.

But what about you? He asked and you tilted your head.

What about me? If this is about my job, they will assign me a new patients and I’ll continue to work. You tried to explain, but Namjoon shook his head.

Every day I try to better myself so that one day I can be the man you need me to be. He said and you sat down at your desk.

The man I need you to be? You asked for clarification and Namjoon sat across from you.

I did a horrible thing to you three years ago, I hate myself for it. He spoke about how he hurt you and you looked down. There were a lot of obstacles that came with that incident, but you continued to persevere and found the ability to forgive him years ago. But now he was sitting in front of you with a look of concern on his face. I want you to be able to see me as more than a patient, I want you to look at me with more than just friendship. He said and you realized what he was getting at. Your heart sped up as he spoke, it was hard not to fall for Namjoon, but you still were hesitant, so instead of running into his arms, you sat back in your chair and closed your eyes for a moment of reprieve.

It’s true that three years ago you hurt a part of me that will never truly heal. You broke my trust and killed an innocent side of me, but from that I have been able to learn more about myself. I have been able to learn about how to truly forgive, I will never forget it because it shaped me into who I am today, but I am grateful that it happened. Like any difficulty in life, that incident is something that will continue to help me. You said and Namjoon watched as you sat back up. But I want you to spend more time learning from yourself. Right now, we are still very different people. I want you to learn what it’s like to be on the outside, I want you to see what it’s like to be just a normal citizen. Then maybe one day, we can try to be something more. Namjoon nodded.

I will try to become the person you want me to be. He said and you shook your head.

I want you to become the person that’s already inside of you. I don’t need you to shape yourself as anyone other than who you are. You responded and Namjoon nodded, taking the settlement papers and walking out of the room.

The two of you became friends, as Namjoon transitioned into the real world again, he would turn to you with his struggles. You saw a raw side of him, one that he rarely showed anyone, and you felt special to see him. More time passed and the incident became more of a memory, a nightmare that sometimes plagued your sleep, but you stopped associating Namjoon with the man that hurt you that night. The Namjoon that stood in front of you today was one that would take a bullet for his friends, a man who would help an elderly man or woman cross the street, a man that would help teach children to read. The old Namjoon had died years ago.

Namjoon came to your apartment, a year after his release and you smiled as he let himself in. Hey, Y/N! Look at this! He showed you an article that showed a picture of the Pieta, a small engraving had been discovered on the side of the statue and people were beginning to wonder if Michelangelo had written it secretively. You rolled your eyes.

A secret engraving? You laughed. I don’t think Michelangelo would do that, maybe a crazy tourist? Shaking your head, you went back to cleaning up the apartment.

Become reborn. Namjoon read off the message and you looked over your shoulder at him.

Maybe he was talking about you. You responded and Namjoon looked at you.

You think I’ve been reborn? He asked, raising an eyebrow and you nodded.

You truly are a Renaissance man now. You laughed and Namjoon swatted you with the paper.

Hey! I was being serious! He exclaimed and you chuckled.

So was I! You aren’t the same guy I met years ago. You said and Namjoon nodded.

Good. His response made you look over at him quizzically. You wiped your hands on a towel and prompted him.

Why’s that good? You questioned and he looked you dead in the eye.

Because I finally feel like I’ve been reborn to be a man that’s worthy of you. He said and stepped forward. He gently placed his hand under your chin and guided it up, looking you in the eyes for permission, you nodded slightly before closing your eyes. A feather light kiss fell onto your lips and you smiled as he deepened the kiss.

Namjoon had his own Renaissance. You thought to yourself, before losing yourself in the sweet kisses.

Author’s Note: I like it. I think it shows that people can change and life can move forward … I understand it’s controversial, but I like it.