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 has always owned black cats so it always surprised me when I heard that black cats have a high euthanasia rate at shelters… That is until our mega-christian neighbors came to my mothers house once and criticized us for adopting a black cat that we named Halloween. They did not approve because they were from ‘the south’ and were superstitious.

Apparently they had gone on a walk and had to ‘turn around’ because Halloween had crossed their path. They later boasted that where they were from, if people see a black cat crossing the street they speed up to run it over with their car.

Anyways, I’ve never really gotten over how stupid and trashy that was.

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 directly so this post still shows up in searches, y’know), thank you.

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.


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. 


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.


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:

World’s Best Dad (Part 9)

Originally posted by deanandimpala

Summary: The reader spends the fall with the Winchesters and mends some old wounds with her family…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 5,500ish

Warnings: language, potential feels

A/N: <3 Love the end of this one…

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I am turning five today,
it’s October 2003.
Mother is getting frustrated
that I am asking for so many showers today
‘I am filthy’ I say. ‘Need to be clean, Mamma, need to be clean.’
She tells me
I can’t keep having showers,
I’ll waste the water.
I tell her I am unclean,
that I need to be clean
I am too dirty,
a thick layer of grime
is accumulating on my skin.
She locks the bathroom door from the outside
and lets me cry myself to sleep
as I beg outside the door
to please have her shower me.

I’m six years old,
it’s Christmas Eve 2004.
Mother is dressing me in pyjamas because we are staying the night with Grandpa and Grandma.
Mother has left my underwear at our house,
‘It’s okay.’ She says. ‘You don’t need to wear underwear to bed.’
I begin to cry, and tell her I do not want to go to bed without underwear on.
I do not tell her-
that Grandpa touches me while the rest of the house sleeps
and not wearing underwear
will make it easier for him
to put his filthy hands on me.
Mother hits me until I stop crying and tells me to go to sleep,
or Santa will not bring me anything
for Christmas.

I am seven years old,
Grandma is drunk and
it’s Mother’s birthday.
I am staying the night with my Grandparents so
Mother can “have the night off”
I ask Grandma if I can sleep in my jeans,
‘It’s more comfy.’ I say.
‘I’m too tired to take them off.’ I say.
I do not say,
‘wearing jeans will make it hard for Grandpa to touch me in the places that bleed when he’s finished.’
Grandma says she is too tired for my games,
and forces me out of my jeans.
When she goes to bed, I stuff socks and tissues down my pants,
but he laughs as he removes them.

I am nine years old,
the doctors office smells of sanitiser
‘I just don’t understand.’ Mother says to the doctor.
‘She’s nine and she’s still wetting the bed!’
The doctor tells her
that there is a lot of things that could cause my incontinence
But Mother tells him to help her,
so he gives her stuff to spray up my nose and tells her to put me in dry nights
I will not wear them, I do not want to wear them
I am not a child,
he only wants me when I am a child.
Mother twists my arm and forces me into the dry nights
and I cry and beg and cry and beg some more
But she only tells me to shut up and puts me to bed
He has no trouble in removing the dry nights
and I still wet the bed.

I am eleven years old
blood covers the bathroom floor
along with my hair.
Mother is screaming, shaking me and yelling in my face
‘what did you do!?’ She yells.
I tell her I cut my hair,
as well as some skin
because I feel ugly inside,
and I want people to see it on the outside, too.
She cleans me up as best she can
and cries a little too.
She can’t believe what I’ve done,
I tell her it’s okay
skin heals and hair grow back
I do not tell her
that I wished I was born a boy,
because if I had been, he’d never has put his hands on me.

I am thirteen years old,
and I flirt with my Dad’s friends,
and they flirt with me too.
Mother calls me a slut
and Dad stops having friends over.
Mother asks what I think I’m doing
and I do my best at playing dumb and say
I don’t know what you mean.’
But I know that I am acting like a real whore,
because that’s all I have ever been.
That’s all I know to be.
I was his whore and now I am my brother’s whore.
The only boys, who seem to like me,
are older than me
and want to only stick their dicks between my legs.

I am fifteen years old;
I am throwing up in the hallway.
I have had too much to drink, and I pass out in my vomit.
Mother is furious with me
she begins to punch and swear and spit
and wants to know why I drank my weight in alcohol
I tell her to leave me alone,
I want her to go
I do not tell her
that he put his hands on me again
and I am trying to cleanse myself of
the parts of him I swallowed.

I am seventeen,
It is 2016 and
I am lying on the bathroom floor,
its become hard to breathe
and I am trying to count how many pills I have taken.
I can’t quite focus,
but I manage to vomit into the tub,
I wonder if I’m going to die.
I am not scared and I do not cry,
I’ve been playing dead all my life,
so why stop now?
Grandma is banging on the bathroom door,
asking if I’m alright.
my only response is to heave into the tub
and choke on my own vomit.
When the ambulance arrives
and they ask if this was a suicide attempt
i tell them it was an accidental overdose.
I do not tell them that I am sad
that it did not work.

I am eighteen years old,
my new therapist is missing two front teeth
and she asks me
if I am angry that no one helped me.
I tell her that I am disappointed that no one tried to help,
the signs were all there.
I was beaten into silence,
scared  into the void
and I was abandoned within myself.
I tell her that
nobody bothered to take care of me,
I had to learn to take care of myself.
I was a child on fire and
everyone around me drank the water meant for my flames
and let me burn out.

—  The Ignorance of Family -Childembryo
The Fairy King

I am not a man who believes in the supernatural. I work a 9-5 in a 30th floor office suite, surrounded by familiar, reliable representations of human ingenuity–steel and glass and wall-to- wall carpeting. I deal in managing the personal holdings of those more successful than me, and am occasionally tossed a small raise by my disinterested boss. When the setting sun begins to bleed through my vertical shades, I ride the hermetically sealed elevator down to the parking garage, climb into my 2010 Honda Civic, and traverse the 25 miles to my two-story house in the suburbs. For the past thirty years, my life has taken a predictable and comfortably tedious trajectory. Strange dreams, always half-forgotten by morning, sometimes trouble my nights, but who among us doesn’t have nightmares?

My wife Elizabeth was supposed to drive Jenny to summer camp, but something at her work came up last minute, and so I found myself heading northwest on I-89. It was a Sunday and there were few other vehicles on the road. Though it was almost noon and the sun was high overhead, the trees and underbrush by the sides of the highway blocked out most of the sunlight, creating a solemn, almost foreboding atmosphere. My step-daughter, nose buried in a book as usual, wasn’t a natural conversationalist, and after a few attempts to engage her, I gave up and allowed myself to be lulled by the relentless chorus of the cicadas.

I hadn’t been in this part of the state since my early childhood, when my parents had rented a small weekend house deep in the Vermont woods. It isn’t as though I actively avoided returning to The Kingdom–I was simply a middle-aged, middle-class American whose solitary childhood imaginings belonged to the distant past, to the realm of make-believe, of half-remembered nightmares. And yet…

There it was, the familiar dirt road winding into the forest, and then almost unconsciously I was slowing down, pulling off to the side of the road to a conveniently-located rest stop. Jenny looked up from her book and regarded me with some trepidation.

“It’s all right,” I reassured her. “We have plenty of time. I just want to show you the place where I used to spend my summers, when I was around your age.”

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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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An Unexpected Surprise - Part 2 - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested by: @hollandisstilinski @justdreamstars @lotte142 @aarushi9112 @dont-try-and-stop-me @kitty-love-girls @twilight-loveer @deadpoolgirl23 and sooooooo many anons.

Word Count: 3,005

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, hateful things being said by parents, 

Author: I’m so glad everyone liked the first part. Here’s the second part as requested. 

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Y/N slowly walked up the front porch steps of Scott’s house with a duffle bag on each shoulder and rolling two suitcases in her hands. She was soaked from head to toe. She had walked in the pouring rain from her house to her alpha’s. She was cold and numb, but that didn’t faze her. She was too concerned about what had just happened, her parents kicked her out of the house after she told them she was pregnant.

She stared at the front door as her mind replayed what happened just an hour ago.

“Get out!” Her mother yelled.

“You are a disgrace to this family!” Her father added.

“No daughter of mine would be stupid enough to open her legs for some stupid boy!” Her mother yelled as she started pulling out Y/N’s bags to pack her stuff and leave.

“I’m sorry, mom!” Y/N yelled back with tears in her eyes. She knew they wouldn’t throw her a party when she told them the news, but this wasn’t even remotely close to what she had expected from them.

“Are you planning on keeping it?” Her mother asked.

Y/N was at a loss for words. She hadn’t even thought about what she was going to do. She thought after she talked to Liam, she would figure out what to do next, but with him out of the picture, she didn’t have an answer to her mother’s question.

“If you don’t get an abortion or give this baby up for adoption, you’re not welcome here,” Y/N’s dad said.

“Either way, we’re not having our pregnant teenaged daughter living in our house,” her mother said before she walked away, leaving Y/N in tears.

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Hello, my name is Amber and I need your help. This year hasn’t been the best for my mother and I and we’re struggling to pay our bills and afford groceries. We’ve had to replace our air conditioner, our car battery, a flat tire and medicine for both my mother and my sick dog. Our house payment is currently behind and if we don’t pay it within the next month or so, we could lose the house and we’ll have nowhere to go after that.

I’m in tears, shaking and sick to my stomach as I write this, but I don’t know where else to turn. My paypal is if anyone can donate a couple of dollars, I would greatly appreciate it.

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Long Live - Chapter 2

I’m so happy so many people liked Chapter 1! Thank you all so much for your kind words and messages!! I’ve decided that updates will hopefully be Sundays and Thursdays or as close to that schedule as i can get them.

Summary: Virgil was everything a future prince shouldn’t be. The quiet, antisocial kid at school who was the last person anyone ever expected to be the future leader of a faraway country. Luckily, that’s what Roman was there for.

Pairing: Prinxiety 

Words: 2303

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Yoongi - Through the infinite centuries and on♥ [Part 1]

Originally posted by cyyphr

Member: BTS member Min Yoongi / Suga

Pairing: ColorblindSoulmate!AU with Vampire!Yoongi [colorblindSoulmate!Au with Supernatural!BTS]

Genre: Fluff + Some Angst

Words: 2,534

Summary: You live in a world were you are unable to see color until you meet the one person you were basically born for - but maybe they are not at all what you expected them to be.

You have always been dreaming about finding your soulmate. You dreamt of him as the tall, good looking guy. You dreamt that he would be intelligent and would care for you dearly. When you went to bed you would imagine him taking you out for dinner, movie dates or picnics. His warm hands on your skin. His soft lips on yours.

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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

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?”


“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.


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.