ARIES: You want someone with fire in their eyes and passion in their teeth. You want someone who can earn your trust, someone that belongs to the raging storm in your heart. Because you are so strong, be careful not to overpower them.
TAURUS: You want someone who is honest, who has love seeping into their bones. You want someone who will communicate to you their needs and wants. Because you enjoy figuring people out, be careful, don’t try to fix them.
GEMINI: You want someone who is independent, who knows how to love themselves just as much as you love them. You want someone with beautiful wings and a daunting personality. Because you don’t like clinginess be careful, don’t lose your temper, communication is everything.
CANCER: You want someone who breathes kindness into the atmosphere with each breath. You want someone who inspires you to become more than what you already are, someone who will fight for you until they become blue in the face. Because you are clingy, be careful not to overstep any boundaries and be sure to let them know what you need.
LEO: You want someone you can work together with, someone who you can count on as though they are your favorite book. You want someone who sees intelligence and love as one, instead of seperate. Because you are so fierce and headstrong, be careful not to hurt them.
VIRGO: You want someone who you can open up to, who understands that sometimes you are reserved. Someone who will softly sing to you when you’re upset. Because you are so hardworking, be careful not to value work over love.
LIBRA: You want someone who is in sync with the earth and its core. You want someone who will jump into your heart and mind and stay for as long as you let them. Because you find it hard to tell others how you feel, be careful not to let them push you down.
SCORPIO: You want someone who clarifies their feelings for you, someone who will watch clouds pass by with you. You want someone who has an infinite joy ringing in their heart. Because you are so indifferent, you sometimes go with the option the other person is presenting; be careful not to let them persuade you into doing something you don’t want to do.
SAGITTARIUS: You want someone who is headstrong. Someone who you will listen to you speak of your day’s adventures and who has an open mind, you want someone who is analytical and mature. Because you are independent and speak your mind, be careful not to argue with them, instead use the gentle touch you have stored inside.
CAPRICORN: You want someone who will laugh from their belly with you, someone who knows how to make you feel bright inside even on the days you can’t get out of bed. You want someone with open arms and a steady heart. Because you are so determined, be careful not to overanalyze their words.
AQUARIUS: You want someone who will take care of you, someone who has large dreams and will share them with you. Someone who understands your dark sense of humor. Because you can become detached, be careful not to spend too much time with your thoughts.
PISCES: You want someone you can explore each day with, someone whose heart is large like yours. You want someone who can serenade you with the sound of their voice. Because you are so empathetic, be careful, don’t let their heavy emotions impact you negatively.
what the signs want and what to be aware of as they continue to grow throughout years to come
Back off I’ll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong Headstrong we’re headstrong Back off I’ll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong I can’t give everything away I won’t give everything away
Fandom: Supergirl Pairing: Alex/Maggie Rating: M Summary: These two keep trying to raise the bar, and the heat. AN: Thanks to Inspector Boxer for the quick edit.
As much as she loved tiramisu, Maggie was starting to regret ordering dessert. Alex was nakedly devouring her with her eyes, the dark intent so obvious it could be seen from space. “You’re staring.”
From underneath her lashes, Alex gave Maggie a sultry look. “Just thinking about what I’m going to do when I get you back to my apartment. In my bed.”
Maggie’s breath hitched, and suddenly, the whole moment seemed unreal, the woman she had been dreaming about for weeks sitting across from her, promising that the dinner was just the start to their evening. "This isn’t what I expected,” she admitted, sweeping her hand to indicate the restaurant. ”It’s more than I ever would have hoped for.”
“This. You. Me. At a fancy restaurant. On a romantic date.”
“Getting caught making out in the bathroom by one of my coworkers?” Alex arched an eyebrow.
Lance was never proud of the one thing that could make him stand out.
(The one thing that made him stand, even in his family, the one thing that destroyed the chances of affection and hugs and attention, the one thing he’d never move past, the one thing that’d always haunt him, the one thing that could get someone killed)
Lance was born with a smooth back, tan skin free of birth marks but full of freckles. Lance was born with beautiful blue eyes, deep tawny hair, and a dazzling smile. Lance was not born with a pair of wings.
Lance was wingless.
Less than 1% of the world was wingless, and that meant those who were….never had good fates. Abandonment, abuse, neglect, suicide rates almost a solid 100….anyone born wingless in this time and age was destined a shitty fate, to die for the lack of something they could not have.
But Lance did not.
His mother hated him with her very soul, but even she wasn’t heartless enough to murder someone, no matter how indirectly. His siblings might laugh with him, might eat with him, but they were never around for more than a few seconds, tossing looks over their shoulder for a parent or aunt or uncle. Lance was hidden away, kept out of sight by his parents and family for his whole life, living in the attic or traipsing the private stretch of beach that had been in his family for years, hearing the voice of the sky but never being able to answer it. (Not like he could without wings, anyway)
But then, he found a way he could.
The Galaxy Garrison, a military school where uniforms over wings were required, where group preening, cuddling, and flying sessions were encouraged but never mandatory. A place he could hide in plain sight and still see the sky. A place Lance signed up for in secret, got a scholarship, and shoved it all at his parents, the father who’d taught him the wingless were useless and the mother who never hugged him. A place that hate crimes couldn’t trace back to and murder his family if his secret ever got out.
It was too good to be true.
And it was. Lance was never the best, always mocked for trying to answer the call of the sky for the first time in his life. It wasn’t like when he’d answered the push and pull of the ocean. The ocean was cool, sometimes cold or freezing, but sage, wise and ready to crash and fall and crest back up. Ready to change, ready to grow, ready to soothe. Content to watch and learn, finding complexity in the simplest things, but brave enough to venture out on it’s own, to try on its own to live up and live past expectatons. The ocean was a gentle hand running over his back, swirling him around in currents of fate and past, gentle but wild, pushing but never shoving.
The sky shoved, but in what Lance saw as a good way. Watching gaggles of siblings and uncles and aunts swoop and soar, thrown out into organized anarchy midair, riding drafts. The sky was wild, insane. It could not sit still, it could not listen, it could not be gentle or understand. It was headstrong or helpful, stubborn or relenting. There was no in between. When it’s chicks matured and reached for the air, the sky threw them out, to the ground or the air.
A few chicks crashed, or came close, but they picked themselves back up, flapped with crooked or straight feathers, and chased the others. The ocean did not work that way. It could mimic, but it would never let it’s young crash or drown unless it was the best choice. Lance was glad for that, though he knew the sky would have pushed him faster, harder, to be who he could be, he knew he’d be the rare smashed egg, splattered on the concrete.
If it took years, he didn’t care. He was alive.
Lance remembers the looks at the Garrison at night or on weekends when he wore a bulky jacket and the issued pajamas, instead of snatching the chance to stretch his wings. The stares, the quirked eyebrows that the kid who joked, flirted, and screamed on a regular basis wouldn’t try for more attention.
Hunk, dear god Hunk, had wings big enough for both of them.
Beautiful, mahogany feathers that glowed golden on the ends when light shined on them. Thick, massive wings that he’d drape around Lance’s shoulder, wings that engulfed him in warmth and affection and took away unwanted attention. Too many people saw Hunk’s wings as plain. Lance saw them as a fucking savior, the first thing to treat him nicely and warmly.
But this savior need protecting from the savee.
Which was why Lance never told Hunk, or the team, that he was wingless.
Even Alteans had wings.
Coran’s were a gorgeous tangerine color, white, brown, red, and black speckles slipping between the feathers and coating them like candy sugar. Allura’s were an exact image of Alfor’s, deep, black wings the color of the vastness around them, silver streaks and dots making constellations that shined in lights.
The team’s may have been Earthen, but god, were they ethereal. Shiro, had a collage of slate gray and white, individual feathers breaking layers of colors, proof of the stress of the Arena. They peaked at the top, and were enormous, taller than Hunk’s but not quite as wide or thick. Pidge’s wings were peaked, but they curved out into cute little floofs. They only reached her hips, not past her calves or thighs like everyone else. They clearly weren’t fully grown, but Lance loved their speckled outsides, the tawny, earthy, color so close to her hair but clearly had a more hay-ish tint.
Holy shit, Keith.
His wings were like giant sparrow wings, angular but not peaked, wide burgundy curtains of feathers that fell to his thighs. They were warm, and firm, like a well trained muscle (which they were, technically). The ends were sharp and sleek, but the shy wing touches he sometimes gave Lance proved they were incredibly soft. Lance was always reminded of a wolf when he saw them; built for fast paced marathons. They were no where near as strong as Hunk’s, but Lance had watched Keith carry a Pidge in a simulated rescue. Wings weren’t designed to carry more than the weight of one person, the person with them.
He would never have a pair of wings.
So he reveled in the freedom that lacking a pair of wings gave him. Lance climbed, slept on his back, swam, and learned how to read emotions through little tics. The swimming came easily, like the ocean changed for him, parted and shifted to let him pass or propel him ahead. Lance knew he did. Wings weren’t an instant evolution. Generations of humans developed the genes and mutations of wings - Lance wasn’t just going to instantaneously sprout gills. He could, however, form a thin membrane as a sideways, second pair of eyelids. The same membrane acted as a moveable filter in his ears to hear underwater, and a slight webbing between his fingers. Strategically placed, retractable fangs a little bigger than his front teeth weren’t hard either.
The most notable change was when his legs stopped kicking, his knees disabled, and they swished back and forth. He could easily switch to kicking, but the longer he spent in the water, the more his legs acted as a single mass of flesh and bone. It wasn’t a tail, and Lance sometimes thought he was imagining it, but it was like a snake’s body, swinging side to side to move forward.
Wings were amazingly expressive, every angry twitch or nervous shuffle gave way to a mindscape, a scope of emotions and thoughts Lance learned to pick up on. Hiding your wings was seen as a sign of fear, distrust, and refusing to show them was a red flag in any relationship, platonic or romantic. It was normal to reach out and rest a wing on someone else’s as a sign of reassurance, and to purposely keep your tucked away meant you didn’t trust anyone with them. Your wings were essentially your life - if they got wet or mutilated you were grounded, tied to Earth and water.
And water drowned.
To his team, Lance was a hallow corpse without emotions. He was jello before it froze. They could hear his laugh, see his smiles, hear his cheers. But without his wings, the team couldn’t read him clearly. It was like they had lost their glasses, and Lance was the blurred board they couldn’t see, couldn’t guess, couldn’t decipher more than a few letters from.
They didn’t know, so they couldn’t understand. Lance wasn’t sure if he ever wanted them to understand.
I ask for prayer for the safety of my sister and my sister’s female friend. They are staying in an airbnb (one bedroom, with a soundproof basement. soundproof) with a man that they have never met in person before. The man seems incredibly sketchy. He has hurt my sister before (online) by being cruel, cold, and manipulative. He seems fake (some things about him don’t add up), immature, and evasive, as well.
He is also the one who specifically picked out the airbnb (with the one bedroom and freaking soundproof basement. so much could happen in that basement). I am getting incredibly bad vibes and premonitions about this entire situation.
Please pray. I feel like something terrible is about to happen.
Aries: Pisces // They’re the dreamers. The quiet ones. The ones you could never understand if you tried. You don’t understand their silence, their watching. You don’t understand how they’re never up and around and socializing like you always are. You don’t understand how they can be so silent when communicating and living can be so fun. But at the end of the day they soothe you and calm you and the craziness in your world.
Taurus: Aquarius // They baffle you. How they sweep from emotion to emotion vexes you. How they go from being bubbly to shutting down completely irks you. They’re too aloof. They’re too confusing for you. You can’t keep up with their mental processes. But they also let you open up and feel free–if only for a minute.
Gemini: Virgo // Though you share the planet of Mercury, they’re too headstrong. Too immaculate. Too anal. They’re pragmatists but you’re free thinkers. You go with your thoughts and you run with them, but they need to sit down and plan it out. They’re too stubborn for you. But they’re also the intellectual equal that can not only challenge you, but complement you as well.
Cancer: Aries // They’re too high energy, they’re just too much. Their minds move a mile a minute and so do their actions so not only do they exhaust you mentally, they exhaust you physically too. They’re too flamboyant and too dramatic. Overall they can be too extra for you. But at the end of the day, you know you couldn’t live without them.
Leo: Capricorn // They have an abrasive personality to you. Not only are they silent and serious, they can be know-it-alls too which are all turn offs to you. You need big personalities, ones that intrigue you and make you laugh. People that make you feel good, not just in general but about yourself as well. But they’re too quiet and too calculating. However, they also challenge and push you and will always help you up if you fall. You’d make an unstoppable team.
Virgo: Libra // They’re too dreamy. Too optimistic. Too unrealistic. They’re the zen ones, the ones that always seem to have everything in control. You can’t understand how they seem to push past everything with a sunny disposition. You can’t seem to fathom how they keep themselves together. In the end, you dislike them because they’re everything you wish you could be.
Libra: Scorpio // They’re too twisty. And confusing. You enjoy peace and ease but they’re just so…? There’s no word for it. You can’t describe it. It’s vexing. They’re alluring and enthralling, but overall a recipe for disaster for you. But they’re also the ones that you can say anything to and spill your soul out to and though that’s difficult for you, it’s a necessity.
Scorpio: Gemini // They’re too flighty. Too intuitive. You feel like they can see right through you and that’s something you do NOT want. You like your privacy but they’re too inquisitive, they want to know every detail of you and that’s way too intrusive for you. That’s YOUR job. You like to analyze and figure people and the world out from afar, but they do it out loud. And personally. But at the same time, if you sat down with them and actually talked one-on-one, you could probably come out of the conversation with the whole world figured out.
Sagittarius: Taurus // They’re too steadfast. Too stubborn. They’re the bull but you’re the bull fighter. You need to be free and float. You need to explore and dream. But they need a plan and they need consistency. They’re oil and you’re water. But they’re also the ones that bring you back down when you drift too far up. They’re your rock.
Capricorn: Cancer // Though they are your sister sign, you dislike how they wear their heart on their sleeve. You dislike how they bleed, live, breathe emotions. They drown you with their affections and love. Their fickleness. And the second you open up the second they pick at your vulnerabilities. And you abhor their constant mood swings. They vex you completely and utterly. But they’re also the ones that taught you that it was okay to show the slightest bit of emotions and they were also the ones to teach you there was kindness in the world if only you let yourself see it.
Aquarius: Leo // They’re too big. Too proud. Too egotistical. Their personality is stifling to you. Sure you can be big, you can be proud, but at the same time you know when to be quiet. You know when it’s too much. They don’t and you can’t stand it. You’re more aloof, more calculating, more meticulous. They’re more gregarious, more easy going. They’re the social butterfly and you’re the introvert. But you also know that if you got to know them, you’d discover that not only do they have a golden personality, they have a golden heart too.
Pisces: Sagittarius // They’re too loud. They’re too high energy. They’re too dramatic. Their presence and overall personalities are draining to you. They need to be active and they need to know and do everything in the world, but you just like to lay back and experience. They live too fast and you feel like they cause more trouble than it’s worth. But they can also make you laugh and bring you out of your comfort zone, which is good every once in a while.
❛ I finally think I can accept myself. That I’m a woman… That I haven’t yet become the detective I wanted to be… I… I am a woman… and a detective. One who is seeking the truth with you and the others. ❜
Why do you say Rhaegar and Lyanna's relationship is abusive? We know next to nothing about them.
With what we do know, there’s no way their relationship could be anything but abusive. Rhaegar was a 24 year old married man with two children and a crown prince of the kingdoms, and Lyanna was 15 year old girl who just wanted to escape her impending marriage. That’s one hell of a power imbalance. Rhaegar may not have hurt her physically (that we know of), but that doesn’t mean he was good to her or for her. Lyanna may have very well gone with Rhaegar willingly, but that does not mean she agreed to be hidden away in a tower and impregnated at 15 to fulfill Rhaegar’s ridiculous prophecy. In all likelihood, Rhaegar didn’t love Lyanna, he was using her as a human incubator for his third head of the dragon.
Going after Lyanna was the worst mistake Rhaegar ever made, and yet D&D are twisting it into some kind of tragic love story to make Jon Snow’s real daddy more likable. Any way you slice it, Lyanna’s death is on Rhaegar. And not just Lyanna’s: Elia’s, Rhaenys and Aegon’s, Arthur Dayne’s - Rhaegar’s own best friend - and thousands more in a completely pointless war that Rhaegar began. He was the heir to the Iron Throne, and Lyanna was just a girl; he was the adult, and she was the child. What happened to Lyanna was Rhaegar’s fault. And that’s not romantic, it’s not tragic - it’s inexcusable.
You say we know next to nothing about Rhaegar and Lyanna, but what we do know works directly against them having a healthy relationship. Lyanna is described by more than one person as being “willful” and having “the wolf’s blood.” She wanted to be free; to live as she choosed; to explore, to fight, to be outside. She was impulsive, headstrong, and independent. Lyanna didn’t want to marry Robert Baratheon because she didn’t want to be trapped with a man she knew would be unfaithful to her. So by what logic would she consent to being confined to a tower under guard for over a year by a man who was unfaithfulto his own wife? Isn’t that exactly what Lyanna was trying to avoid by escaping her marriage to Robert?
And then there is Elia Martell, a woman that should not and cannot be ignored just so the R+L ship can sail. Abandoning your sick wife and young children for a teenage girl is not romantic, and yet here everyone is, romanticizing it. Did Robert’s Rebellion not teach us anything? That actions have consequences? That when you act selfishly and impulsively at the expense of others, retribution will come? If Rhaegar and Lyanna’s “love” was so pure and beautiful and true, why did Westeros break out into a civil war for her honor? Why did both of them die as a result? What was the point?
Book!Rhaegar believed in something, at least. Even though he was wrong, he still truly believed that what he was doing was for the good of the realm - to save the world - which still doesn’t excuse his behavior. But show!Rhaegar? Prophecy who? He had no reason to steal Lyanna except the fact that he wanted her, fuck everyone else who got in the way, right? But it’s okay, because together they made Jon, right? Wrong. Jon Snow is a very important man, but his existence doesn’t somehow validate Rhaegar’s actions. “Who cares what Rhaegar did! Without him, we wouldn’t have Jon!” But what about Lyanna? What about Elia and her children? What about the realm? Is your favorite broody boy really so important to you that you’re willing to overlook every horrible thing that happened to give him to you?
I don’t hate Jon, I love him, just as I love Lyanna. She deserved far better, and so did Elia, Rhaenys, Aegon, Arthur, Rickard, Brandon, and everyone else who died because of what Rhaegar Targaryen did. Why do I think R+L is abusive? Because Rhaegar destroyed Lyanna, and you don’t destroy the person that you love.
In astrology, the first house represents self expression, identity, how one views the world and how the world views them.
Sun: Having Sun in the First House means you identify strongly with the image you present to others. Natives of this placement are optimistic, brave, competitive and natural born leaders. They just emit a light and warm presence. Their best self is displayed when they have made a mark on the world and when they are not obsessed over what others think about them. Although natives of this placement exude a confident aura, they have a sensitive ego that they feel they must protect.
Natives with Moon in the First House view the world through emotions. They are sensitive, intuitive, “baby-like” and expressive. As the moon changes phases, so do natives with this placement. Their emotions color their expression and as a result, they cannot hide how they truly feel. People may perceive them to be fragile and weak because of how sensitive they come across. They have a strong sense of empathy because they are attuned to the emotions of others. In addition, natives have a keen intuition because they are drawn to the moon’s psychic energy.
Mercury: With Mercury in the First House, natives have a powerful need of self-expression through communication. They are intelligent, witty, humorous, versatile and curious. Since they enjoy talking and communicating, they have outstanding social skills. Natives truly want to interact with all walks of life. They have a restless quench for knowledge that can only by satisfied by traveling, exploring and experiences all of life’s riches.
Venus: With Venus in the First House, natives view the world through beauty and art. They are elegant, poised, charming, charismatic and fit the ideal representation of society’s standards of beauty. Natives are easy to befriend because of how polite and pleasant they come across to others. Appreciation for art and beautiful objects are two significant things natives of this placement value and resonate with. While natives of this placement are pleasant and kind, they can also be very persuasive. Natives will use their charm for diplomacy, justice and to “keep the peace”.
Mars: With Mars in the First House, natives view the world through actions. They are active, energetic, dynamic and straightforward. New endeavors are begun with force, intuition and instincts. Natives tend to go through life being headstrong and may not fully think things through before doing something. As a result, others view natives of this placement as motivated, aggressive and even confrontational. They truly are not intimidated by what the world has to offer for them as they speak with their body language.
Jupiter: With Jupiter in the First House, natives view the world through optimism and philosophy. They are enthusiastic, “happy-go-lucky”, knowledgeable, wise and “larger than life”. Philosophy is deeply important for natives because they need to sustain some type of perspective on life. As a result, natives can be very explorative and adventurous. They seriously do not want to be tied down by societal means. Others view natives of this placement as extremely loud and wise because of how expansive and open-minded they come across.
Saturn: With Saturn in the First House, natives view the world through business and responsibilities. They appear serious, stoic, “adult-like” and people may say they have a “resting bitch face”. Natives of this placement had to deal with adult-sized concerns from an early age and as a result, they feel as though they are carrying the weight of world on their shoulders. Since they are old souls, they yearn to be taken seriously by others. An ability natives of this placement have is self-control.
Uranus: With Uranus in the First House, natives are not afraid to stand out and have unorthodox perspectives. They are eccentric, unconventional, idiosyncratic and rebellious. While society teaches people to conform to the rules and stay within a box, natives of this placement recognize the box, but do not care much about it. Since natives choose to be bold, different and non-conformist, they may feel like outsiders. It is not because they are not completely accepted by society, but it is more so the fact they are ahead of their time. They are wise and progressive souls with ideas that foster reform, innovation and advancement.
Neptune: With Neptune in the First House, natives express themselves artistically, sensitively and psychically. Environmental sensitivity is felt on an extreme level because of how attuned natives are to outside influences. There is confusion when it comes to identity. One person may think natives are sweethearts, while others may think natives are cold. This is due to the fact that others see what they want to see in natives of this placement. In addition, there is a shroud of mystery surrounding natives because of how alluring they come off as.
Pluto: With Pluto in the First House, you view the world in a transformative way. Natives are intimidating, intense, secretive, powerful and psychic. They need to be the head of the wolf pack because of their deep desire for power and authority. Since natives want to be seen as powerful, they hide their true feelings from others. Revealing too much about themselves is a huge “no no”. In that sense, people view natives as polarizing, mysterious and alluring.
Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.
There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.
It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.