in our mothers' house

Tsk. Just how are you planning to represent our liege if you can’t even dress yourself properly?”

The house our sun is in shows where we want to be honored, recognized, illuminated and shown up for. Where we want our credit. Where we feel safe to explore creatively and where we draw individualistic inspiration from. Our father.

The house our moon is in shows our comfort zone. What is sensitive, sacred and sentimental to us. How we express ourselves emotionally. Our Soul’s sanctuary. Karma. Our mother. Memories. 

The house our mercury is in shows the area of life we draw our intellect from. Where we want to learn all. What sparks our mind. Our mechanical energy. How we learn. The area of life we must learn more about to become more attached to ourselves. Our siblings. 

The house our venus is in shows the area of life we want to purify, redesign, comfort and treat. Where we are favored. Feminine figures.

The house our mars is in shows a sometimes reckless place; the area of life that is energized, holds our activity and is where we pull our drive and motivation from. Where we put our energy and work. What outlets we use for the energy. Masculine figures. 

The house our jupiter is in shows a blessed, abundant, intellectual and broad area of life. The area of life that is brought Higher, successful. Our aspirations. What we have faith in. Religion. Tolerance. 

The house our saturn is in shows a restricted area for most of the individual’s life. Saturn is where we are tested the most. Where we conserve. Crystallized ideals, thoughts and behaviors. Self imposed limitations. 

The house our uranus is in shows an area of life beyond our conscious control. The area of life where things just seem to happen under the same theme. Freedom. Self. Independence and originality. Sudden upsets and changes. Cosmic intuition and consciousness. 

The house our neptune is in shows our blind spot. The area of life we are able to see faith in that others cannot. Where we serve and sacrifice. Mystical affairs. Nothing of the material plane. “Chaos or Cosmos”. Escapism; drugs, alcohol. Compassion. Deception, illusions, and suffering. 

The house our pluto is in shows where we must purge. The part of ourselves that must die in order to transform to the highest, greatest good. Pain. Lessons. Transformation. Hell or Heaven. Purification. Sorrow and suffering. Rebirth. 

(inspired by @cutestrology)

my family is at a huge risk of losing our house because of this capitalist nightmare

my mother recently lost her job, the main source of the household’s income, on top of any money we were getting from my father through child support ending on august 1st. neither my younger brother or i have been able to find work to even remotely help out with the situation, according to my mother we’re down about $3k a month, and i’m getting absolutely desperate here.

if anyone can help me out and spread this around, i have commissions open, or you can donate to my paypal directly, information and links for each are in this page on my blog (not linking to my paypal.me directly so this post still shows up in searches, y’know), thank you.

  • Thomas: WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HAMILTON!! HE POISONED OUR WATER SUPPLY, FUCKED OUR DAUGHTERS, BURNED OUR CROPS, SLAPPED OUR MOTHERS, AND DELIVERED A PLAGUE UNTO OUR HOUSES!!!
  • James: He did?
  • Thomas: Well, no, but are we just going to wait around until he does???
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“In Our Mothers’ House” by Patricia Polacco is one of my all time favorite books about queer families.  I cry every time I read it.  It is so incredibly sweet and true and loving.  And it makes me think of my own family very much.  In general, I love all of her books, but this one holds an extra-special place in my heart.

A kind message to an old patron, and probably future patrons.

The only thing I can do for you, pal, is protecting your identity, even if I’m really mad, I won’t use this post to hurt you. I’ll make this post in order to give a little advice to creators’ content and people who are supporting them.

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Let’s clarify something.

I’m not forcing to people to give me an economical support to keep making Underverse and other art stuff. Fortunately, I am receiving the support for many people that are really interested in my work, some of them doesn’t even care the rewards I’m doing depending the amount of money they are pledging. They are amazing and lovely people that can be happy seeing that I’m growing and I’m building a future with my art thanks to them.

Even if I’m not getting enough money like other artists with all the effort I’m putting in my animations, I still don’t care, with the current $300 dollars I’m getting on Patreon each month  and other $200 I’m getting on Youtube I can pay the rent in our temporal house with my mother and save money to the future bills I’ll have to pay when a bank give us a credit to buy our own house.

I’m not using the money to buy clothes, to buy shoes, to buy something for my mother. All the money I’m saving is for that house and the rent.  I wanted to go to USA or Spain this year to a convention but I decided not to do it because I also have to save money for  a bed for mom when we get our house because she sleeps in the couch. And also an oven and a washing machine.  Because my dad never was able to do anything for us and my mom.

Now I put the main goal of my patreon aside and explain some stuff about WHY I’m really mad, dissapointed and sad about this situation, not only with this person, it has been with a lot of them that I had to block on my Patreon. 

BECAUSE THEY WERE LITERALLY FOOLING ME AND LAUGHING BEHIND MY BACK. OR AT LEAST THAT WAS HOW I FELT IT.

If you want to become my patreon, RESPECT THE RULES. 

If you can/want pledge just 1 dollar, I would be so glad with your help because any kind of help is very useful to me in order to reach that goal, or at least, making it easier to reach.

I am making rewards for all the three kind of pledges

I’m doing my best to give special content you won’t find on my Tumblr or Deviantart, and I’m also giving them a preview of my comics or some scenes of the animations.  No one goes without reward, 

Sometimes I can’t post all the rewards at the same time because each reward takes time, and I’m animating EVERYDAY with barely two or three breaks. I have to take half of a day to make a nice reward, because is the less thing I can do for my patrons for their help, even if they don’t want it.

But, dude, fooling at me and changing your pledge to STEAL the high rewards in that unfair way… I don’t think you really care how I’m feeling right now, and also other artist that probably you are/were “supporting”

You’re apologizing with me right now because I blocked you already…but what if I would never blocked you…? You were doing the same thing, because your acts are literally showing me that YOU’RE A STINGY GUY WHO DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE ARTIST’S EFFORTS TO KEEP THEIR JOB STABLE.

IF YOU REALLY CAN’T HELP ME WITH MONEY BECAUSE YOU ALSO HAVE NEEDS, THEN DON’T WASTE YOUR MONEY ON ME. I PREFER YOU CAN SOLVE AND PAY YOUR STUFF FIRST.  AFTER ALL YOU PROBABLY WON’T HAVE TO GOING THROUGH THIS, AND HOPEFULLY YOU WON’T FIND PEOPLE THAT WILL DO THE SAME YOU DID TO ME.


EDIT: Is neccesary feeling that way, Jakei?
Yes. because if I don’t do something and say something about this, things like the Cami’s previews videos stolen thing would happen again, with a person even worse with intentions of steal money with the content from another person.

I wanted to start making commissions this month via Patreon, but now realizing the kind of people that are over there… I think I’ll have to open it later.


For the honest and kind patreons who are currently supporting me, thank you so much for your help, I’ll do  my best for giving you a better work with my animations and your well deserved rewards.

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any queer kids picture books? My cousin just had her baby and while she is going to be so spoilt by her two gay aunts I still want her seeing the LGBTQ community in the books that are read to her.

Certainly can! 

For reference, you can find those all here: https://lgbtqreads.com/picture-books/

anonymous asked:

tfln y/n thinks theres a ghost in the house while harry is gone but, instead of him comforting her, he teases her to scare her even more

Harry. Missus.

H, while you’re down there, could you make me some tea, pleeeease?

With a cherry on top.
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I don’t mean put a cherry on top of the tea.

Please don’t do that again.
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HARRY. LOVE OF MINE.

PRETTY PLEASE SUGAR

How am I supposed to make you tea when I’m not home, hm?

You’ll get your tea, give me like an hour. Still at Jeff’s.

Oh shut your little whore mouth, I hear you downstairs right now.

Why do you keep closing cabinets? Make up your mind.
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Harry for the love of God, slam one more cabinet and I will shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll feel me for the next month.

Unless you’re into that.

Are you into that?

Christ, babe…

I’m at Jeff’s. On his couch.

I’m about to block you.

But you are home! I hear you! Your noisy ass footsteps walking down the hall.

I’m at Jeff’s!

Here, he took this of me because I keep ignoring him.


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There’s a ghost in the house, Harold.

A mother fucking spirit lurking around our home.

He’s going to get me and drag me under the floorboards where I will become one with the house.

How are you so sure it’s a ‘he’, love?

Little bit sexist, don’t you think?

Not all ghosts are men.

No, but if this ghost is half as annoying as you then don’t doubt my judgement.

Hey, being pretty mean to the guy you want to make you tea.
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HARRY THE TV IS ON DOWNSTAIRS

WHY IS IT WATCHING HORTON HEARS A WHO

Weren’t we watching that last night?

Just wanted to leave off where we stopped.

I’M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT HARRY

WE HAVE TO MOVE

MOVE HOMES MOVE COUNTRIES I DON’T CARE
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Why in gods name is the kettle going off…

Tea’s ready, love. Come and get it. x

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 1

Originally posted by stormborn

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North. 


Part Two 

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Mean Robb (>3<)

The snow falling always made your heart warm, the way the fallen snow melted against your skin made you smile. You are now of age, a lady in waiting. You are in the snow garden at Castle Elderfrost, a large gray castle with tall skinny trees and frost on all of the blue winter roses. 

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Got in a workout this morning 💪🏼

Breakfast was dinner leftovers + an egg 🍳 that’s how you make it breakfast 🤣

LEAVING FOR THR BEACH IN ✌🏼TWO DAYS😎🍾🌴☀️🌈

i’ve always seen the IC/MC as a root that gestates into greatness. like we are nurtured, filled with the memories and dreams of ancestors, given comfort and encouraged to blossom into the midheaven flower…we integrate what we need so we can shine. we need to be psychologically nourished, prepared, and loved to achieve to our potential. the 10th house is also a parent, the dominant parent. for some this is the father, for others the mother, and for some one parent plays both roles. it’s the saturn figure that pushes us to put ourselves out there in the world and make something of ourselves. the 4th house is the moon mother that pulls up our blankets and softens our days. i think we ascend upward, from the IC to the MC, midheaven dreams are that we dream from the very beginning, our purest aspiration. even when we achieve the success of 10th house flashing lights we still long to return to the safety of the 4th house. i think something like uranus contacting the 4th can signify a need to rebel against the parents or upbringing, or even pluto where there may be a need to refresh anew, away from it all

Broken Cinderella

This is a very special moment for me.

It’s my first collab on this blog. The lovely @cookies-and-jams is the original mind behind the plot. I edited and added ceratin details I felt that were missing.

So…I present to you “Broken Cinderella”.

Member: JiminxOC

Genre: smut,angst, fluff

Warning: Language, future smut

Chapter: 1/15

SCHOOL A/U


School is nothing special to you. It’s close to hell on the earth. You know like is for Jughead. You were the Jughead of this school. A misfit. But high school was meant to be something special. A happy memory, a happy place. Sadly, that wasn‘t the case for you. Especially if you are a transfer student in the middle of the school year. Especially then. When you stepped on the school‘s marble floor, the heavy stone crushed all, even little, hopes everything will be alright.

Rich students glare at you every times you walk alone, not that anyone was tlaking to you anyway,  in the hallways so you hide your gaze behind the thick frames of your glasses, hoping that no one would see the fear in your eyes. You are also hoping that the bully doesn’t see you.

But, you’re usually not very fortunate…actually, you are not fortunate at all. And that moment made this fact even more clear.

“Hey baby doll…”

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Eternity

“Do you ______, take ______ to be your lawfully wedded wife/husband, promising to love and cherish, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face, for as long as you both shall live?“ 

          ——————– “I do”

Some of you may know this already —
My father and I are finally moving out of the condo that we have been living in for the past nine years. Therefore, I’ve been pretty busy, having to pack and organize for the last couple weeks.

During the process, I found many family albums filled with old pictures of my brother and I. While sorting them out, I came across a small photo album I had never seen before. The album contained a rare collection of my parents photos, as a newly married couple.

There’s so much to do, so really, I have no time to get distracted, but… I couldn’t stop myself from staring at their photos.

It made me wonder…


—Where did things go wrong?

For those of you who do not know —
My mother left our house last year September. Currently, my parents are in the process of filing divorce… The two have not spoken to each other, since the night before she left.

If you think I’m one of those children who are against their parents’ divorce, that’s not true… In fact, I’ve been supporting the idea, ever since the day they brought it up.
Some people want their parents to stay together no matter what. I wanted my parents to stay together too, but that’s only if they’re a healthy couple.
As you can probably guess —
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for them.

As a child, there’s nothing more painful than to see your parents suffer.
Seeing the way they hurt each other,
or the way they were hurt from each other…
As much as I want to see them live happily together,
I don’t want to see them live miserably together.
So despite my wish for them to stay together,
I was happy for them for the choice they made.
Their happiness is my happiness.
For them to stay married or not is not important.


So why—
Why was my eyes locked on to their photos?
Why was my mind wandering off,
questioning on where they went wrong?
Why was my heart aching?—–

The reason why is because…

I saw it.
I saw what had happened.
I witnessed their marriage crumble.

I remember them arguing—
Arguing about things that doesn’t matter, or
even things that didn’t even happen.
Many lies, tears, and broken hearts.
Unappreciative, disloyal, and disrespectful.
Insecurities, anger, and greed.
I’ve witnessed it all, throughout my life.
Which is why, I didn’t hesitate to accept and support them to go separate ways.

But seeing those photos…

Those photos brought back memories

Memories I forgot existed

Those photos reminded me about the truth

The truth that there once was a time—

When the two felt they needed each other.

There once was a time—

When the two actually appreciated each other.

There once was a time—

When the two… They were truly in love.

…Or so they thought.


It’s trippy you know?
Seeing the two people you always saw together splitting up is one thing but I mean… I got so used to the way it’s been that I forgot that it wasn’t always like that.

Seeing them look so affectionate, caring, and so happy together…
I couldn’t help but to question,

“Where did things go wrong?”

Where did it go wrong…
All the unresolved problems that was pushed for later–
All the small/big lies and broken promises–
These slowly started to contaminate their world.

If only they remembered—
How lucky they are to have each other…
If only they remembered—
How important it is to appreciate each other…
If only


My heart ached when I saw those photos —
Not for my parents now, but for my parents then.
The young, loving, caring couple,
During that time, they truly believed that—

They’re in love
They’re meant for each other
Their love will last for all eternity

This young couple in the photos…
They didn’t see it coming.
Never would’ve thought such day would come.

This could happen to anyone

Yes, even you.

So remember my dear friend,

Don’t you ever forget…

How lucky you are to have him/her in your life.

Don’t you ever forget…

How you should always show appreciation towards him/her.

Don’t you ever forget…

How he/she is the person you love — the last person you ever would want to hurt.

………………………………………….

Maybe then,
you will not end up like this young couple.
Maybe then,
your love can last for all eternity…

Helpless- Philip Hamilton X Reader

I walked down the street, clutching the Reynolds Pamphlet in my hands. I looked around, seeing that the street was littered with them and that almost everyone had one.

Alexander Hamilton had chosen to ruin his family and my mother just to save his name.

He had chosen to save his legacy rather than his wife and his children and I don’t know what that says about him as a person but it’s nothing good. I approached the house that I knew to be the Hamilton’s and I knocked, preparing myself for the door to not answer. They must’ve gotten a lot of visitors so it was obvious why they wouldn’t open the door.

Especially not to the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with.

The door swung open and I saw Philip, his eyes red but he smiled.

“Y/N. It’s good to see you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I whispered and he nodded. He exited the house, shutting the door quietly and he grabbed my hand and we walked to my home.

Nobody was home and that was probably for the best because I knew Philip would go off on my mother given the chance.

“How are you?” I asked him, knowing that it was a stupid question and he shook his head.

“I’m alright. My mom… she is devestated.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t alright… I know you are probably trying to be okay so you can be there for your mom.”

“I know I just…”

“Talk to me about it. Please.”

“He ruined my life!” Philip yelled angrily at me and I hugged him, knowing that it wasn’t me that he was angry at. It was his dad. He hugged me back as angry sobs racked his body.

“It is by no means okay what he did to you and your family… I mean he destroyed your lives.”

“He told the entire world how he cheated on my mom. He told the entire world how he had sex with this chick- your mother- in our house!”

“I know.”

“I hate him.” He sobbed and he continued crying on my shoulder, holding me tightly. “I mean he claims that he’ll be around for me and then nobody ever sees him because he’s always working.
When he isn’t he’s too busy having an affair to actually sleep in the same bed as my mom and he ends up missing practically all of my childhood over a stupid plan!” He screamed.

“How is your little sister taking it?”

“Angelica doesn’t understand how badly he screwed up but she understands that he did something bad. Speaking of which, Angelica- my mom’s sister is here as well.”

“All the way from London?”

Damn.

“And he was selfish enough to think that she came here for him.”

“Guessing she didn’t take that so well.”

“Not at all. I should be getting back. My mom might need me.” He said and he pulled away from the hug and wiped his face.

“I understand. Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“I never do anything stupid.” He laughed although it sound empty. I stood up and walked him to the door, watching him depart down the street, watching his head turn at every single pamphlet that was littered.

Every single pamphlet that was published by Alexander Hamilton but for some reason still had my last name smeared across it.


3 years later.


“Philip what are you doing?” I cried, tears running down my face. He looked at me and sighed.

“Eacker talks about my father like that- I cannot let that slide.” He said stone faced.

“Don’t you dare do a thing. History will prove him wrong.” I begged him.

“They rake his name- my name through the mud. Strong words from George and someone should hold him to it.”

“He is not a maiden in need of defending! He is a grown man and if he has a problem with Eacker he can duel him himself.”

“You don’t even get it!”

“Get it? Your father destroyed my families name when he published that stupid pamphlet so I think that qualifies me to know what your name being dragged through the mud feels like.” I yelled back at him, hurt.

“Your mother is a seductress-”

“My dad called my mom a whore- your dad was the
one who decided to stay. He could’ve stopped at any time but he didn’t.”

“But he’s my family! And I can’t just let people talk shit about him!”

“If you try to fight everyone who has ever said something about your dad then you never stop fighting, where do you draw the line?”

“I should be going. The duel starts soon.” He said coldly.

“Don’t do this.”

“Do what? If I die you’re not gonna care.”

“Don’t you dare assume how I feel about you. I thought it was quite obvious my entire life how I felt but I suppose if you even thought for a second that I wasn’t gonna care than I was wrong.”

“How do you feel about me then?” He asked.

“You make me feel…”


Helpless. He was bleeding out and the wound was infected. I felt like I was intruding on his family and that I didn’t have any right to be here. And maybe I didn’t. I started sobbing and he grabbed my hand weakly.

“Y/N… I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre a land, a troop to command or a dollop of fame… all I have is my honor… a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top notch brain… And I swear… the rest of my life I’ll never make you feel so…”


“Helpless. You make me feel helpless.” I told him, finding that the word fit.

mom is making the yard at our new house a fairy/gnome garden and we all get to design and make our respective fairy and gnome houses. both my mother and i are absolutely losing it with all the possibilities and tiny little projects. god i love miniature stuff

!!!! URGENT !!!

Guys I came to a point I desesperatly need money (To buy food, and help my mother or we will have to sell our house ). Due to medical reasons I can’t work to help, so I’m opening commissions.

Please HELP ME

I will draw anything you want, I can’t be picky. 

So please, at least spread the message for me !

If you don’t want a commission, you can go on my redbubble too, it helps 

thank you guys for your comprehension

THE SIGNS AND STEREOTYPES: EXPLAINED

ARIES STEREOTYPE: very aggressive, angry, competitive, stubborn.

ARIES STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Aries is ruled by the 1st house and the planet Mars, and the 1st house is ruled by first impressions and energy, whilst Mars is the planet of aggression and energy, thus giving Aries the angry ram title.

TAURUS STEREOTYPE: lazy, eats a lot, stubborn, earthy.

TAURUS STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Taurus is ruled by the 2nd house, which rules money, love (in a way), and pleasure (low-key). Taurus is also ruled by the planet Venus, which rules love and pleasure. food seems to be the pleasure of Taurus, giving them that stereotype, and since Taurus is the bull, that explains the stubborn stereotype.

GEMINI STEREOTYPE: talkative, two-faced, annoying, fake.

GEMINI STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Gemini is ruled by the 3rd house and the planet mercury, which explains the talkative and annoying bit. The 3rd house rules communications and youth while mercury rules communications also and your other face (to a small extent).

CANCER STEREOTYPE: crybaby, too caring, fake, vulnerable.

CANCER STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Cancer is ruled by the moon and the 4th house, and those two can be known as the “Mom House”. The moon represents our emotions, mother, and inner being whilst the 4th house represents our home. Using these two and the water house combined, strong-willed Cancer can be seen as the ugly stereotype.

LEO STEREOTYPE: egocentric, over-confident, selfish.

LEO STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Leo is ruled by the Sun and the 5th house, two of the most “authouritive” figures in the zodiac. The sun represents your ego and outer self, though they’re not really your ascendant/rising. They represent your father figure too, and that can give Leo the egocentric attitude and the over-confident being. The 5th house represents fun and childhood, along with focusing on yourself. The sun does represent your ego, so of course, the sun would feel comfortable in Leo.

VIRGO STEREOTYPE: analytical, perfectionist, low-key workaholic, nurse type, know-it-all.

VIRGO STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Virgo is ruled by Mercury and the 6th house, and both of them rule health (mercury to a lower extent). Mercury also rules intelligence and communication which could explain the know it all effect on Virgo, and the 6th house is literally anxiety’s house.

LIBRA STEREOTYPE: Cunning, charismatic, too romantic, hot and cold, ~bAlaNcEd~

LIBRA STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: The 7th house and Venus rule Libra, giving Libra the hopeless romantic vibe. The 7th house literally rules romance and love and of course, Venus rules relationships and such. Libra’s symbol is the scale, representing Libra as the “justice-obsessed social warrior” status, and the love-dove stuff making Libra the Aphrodite of the zodiac.

SCORPIO STEREOTYPE: oh lord, poor Scorpio. Scorpio is seen as “a nymphomaniac obsessed gothic backstabber”, a secretive person, Stare TM, a “mysterious edgy” person, obsession with obsession

SCORPIO STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Pluto and the 8th house rule over Scorpio, and Pluto is the planet of obsession and sorts. The 8th house represents death, being reborn, and the ;) part, along with inner self, as all water houses own too. Pluto also rules mystery and water houses (mostly 12th house) gives mystery as a strong part of Scorpio.

SAGITTARIUS STEREOTYPE: hippie, annoying lawyer, false factarian, loud adventurer, #no commitment

SAGITTARIUS STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Sagittarius is ruled by the 9th house and Jupiter, the planet of luck and wealth, along with gambling. The 9th house represents opinions and adventure, giving Sagittarius the status of a person without a destination. The no commitment part happens because of the 9th house, because every relationship is an adventure to them, making them want to explore more.  

CAPRICORN STEREOTYPE: workaholic, TRADITIONS, stickler for rules, “boring”, know it all.

CAPRICORN STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Capricorn is ruled by the Midheaven, 10th house, and Saturn. Saturn is the planet of authourity and the 10th house and the Midheaven rule your careers along with your authouritive self. This gives Capricorn the elder wisdomated grandfather persona.

AQUARIUS STEREOTYPE: robotic, unemotional, too logic, alien, social.

AQUARIUS STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Aquarius is a social sign that is ruled by Uranus and the 11th house. Uranus represents change and rebellion giving Aquarius the Rebel cliché whilst the 11th house is the community house and the social house. With these two combined, it makes Aquarius. Aquarius is also an air sign, and think logically; not with their heart, but with their mind, which explains their “robotic” moods.

PISCES STEREOTYPE: dreamy, high 24/7, escapist, innocent, whiny, victim complex

PISCES STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Pisces is ruled by the 12th house and neptune. Neptune is the planet of dreams and escapism while the 12th house represents detachedness and spirituality. Neptune gives Pisces the dream type and the 12th house their escapist habits. As for Pisces victim complex, the 12th house has spirituality. This could make Pisces turn and make themselves the victim due to their giving and not getting, and leaving them to feel a bit isolated.

Cry Wolf

Summary: Dean loves his little sister, just as much as he loves his little brother, even if she isn’t technically his sister. But there’s a reason his Dad took her in, and it’s not purely out of the goodness of his heart. Could the girl who believes herself to be Sam’s twin really be a bomb just waiting to go off?
Sister!Reader
Words: 1120
Warnings: Angst? Maybe?
AN: Ugh, I have NO restraint whatsoever. I could be adding to one of my current series. I could be writing a challenge fic. Pfft, hell, I could be writing my Dissertation! But this idea wouldn’t leave me alone… so I had to write at least this first part. 
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

Masterlist

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There are some things in my life that I remember clear as day, no matter how long ago it was.

I remember the bright smile on my mother’s face as Dad led me into a hospital room, the harsh artificial light reflecting in her eyes as she introduced me to my new baby brother: the day Sam was born.

I remember the fear in my father’s voice as he unceremoniously shoved the swaddled bundle of blankets that was Sam into my arms and told me to run, and the heat that followed us as the fire consumed our house: the day my mother died.

I remember the eerie silence that seemed to press in on my ears as I lay curled up in bed, Sam’s occasional stirring the only thing that broke the oppressive monotony and staved off the waves of fear that threatened to overwhelm me: the first time Dad left me on my own overnight while away on a hunt.

One night, however, remains vivid in my mind, not because of the trauma it caused, or the happiness, but because of the sheer amount of confusion it caused me.

It was about two months after Sam’s first Birthday, and the whole travelling around thing was still relatively new. Dad must have only been hunting properly for a few months, the world of monsters still strange and daunting to him, and, I won’t lie, terrifying for me. We were in Dunsmuir, northern California, and Dad had told me that he might not make it back that night, along with what had become the usual spiel about basically going into lockdown until he returned.

Everything went how it usually went. I played with Sammy, gave him his dinner, put him to bed… basically took care of him before I could do anything I wanted to do. Then, around 4 in the morning, a loud bang startled me awake.

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