is the intimacy

anonymous asked:

what placements increase a persons chances of having commitment or intimacy phobia? to be afraid of relationships?

Fear of commitment
Already done

Fear of intimacy
- Moon in Scorpio, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Aquarius
- Venus in Capricorn, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Virgo
- Moon/Venus in the 6th/9th/11th/12th house
- Mars/Saturn/Pluto in the 4th/6th/8th/12th house
- Moon/Venus in aspect to Mars/Uranus/Saturn/Pluto
- Moon/Venus/Neptune intercepted (sometimes)
- 4th/8th/12th lord(s) retrograde/afflicted/intercepted
- Cancer/Scorpio/Pisces intercepted (sometimes)
- Water sign/house stellium (sometimes)
- Yods involving these placements/themes

anonymous asked:

What's exciting to me is that those databank updates came after TLJ finished filming. I know we credit that to JJ but it seems apparent that's due to Rian.

SAME and not only right after filming, but like 6 months after it wrapped, so therefore well into post-production. (so it’s pretty safe to assume those are things that are going to be vital to the plot, not something that can be edited out.)

the writing of TLJ was being done during TFA, and we KNOW there was collaboration, they’ve talked about it, like Rian asking JJ to send R2 to Ahch-To instead of BB8. each director isn’t making their film in a vacuum, and no matter what happens in TLJ, Rey and Kylo have ‘a mysterious connection’ and ‘a very interesting relationship moving forward’ and Kylo knows their destinies are intertwined and Rey sees that he’s filled with conflict and pain. THAT’S reylo, that reluctant understanding, that begrudging empathy and compassion, and it’s already canon.

I love deep talks. Like, hell yeah, tell me about why you’d prefer to talk to your mom rather than your dad. Tell me about your favourite lyrics in the songs you listen to everyday and why they’re your favourite. Tell me about the dog you had when you were growing up and how he was your best friend. Tell me about what kind of books you like to read when you’re alone in your room. Tell me about the things you think about right before you fall asleep. Tell me anything and everything.
It is May and the nights blend together like butter and honey or peaches and cream, but not both. Which is to say, nothing is going how I thought it would. This is last June in reverse. The boxes are filling themselves. I am sleeping next to the packing tape. The old hurt is spilling out everywhere. My heart is buzzing again. My heart is a wasp’s nest. My heart is a monument to absence. A postcard that says: YOU WERE HERE ONCE, BUT YOU’RE NOT ANYMORE. All of my dreams are about being weightless. Leaving the heaviness outside and praying for rain in Texas. I put my regret into a box and write FREE TO A GOOD HOME on the side of it. I still hope everyone who walks by has the good sense not to pick it up. I am waiting for someone other than myself to call this predictable. To tell me it had to go this way. To say, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY EXPECTED.