the heads too big i know

anonymous asked:

Whats your mixed feelings and hc about for kara and clark??

ok so disclaimer: I know virtually nothing about the Superman mythos. I just know I’ve always hated him from afar because I thought he was patronizing and too God-like to have any real depth. SO. These are my head canons:

-Clark had virtually nothing to do with Kara’s life until she became Supergirl. He saw her twice a year during the holidays, they made stiff small-talk, he gave her a big but impersonal gift to compensate.

-Her second year on Earth she spends hours and hours making him a journal full of Kryptonian traditions and factoids. He does the patronizing ooo ahhh adults do when kids make them things and tosses it before he even gets back to Metropolis.

-To young Kara, Clark is a shining beacon of hope and her last thread of connection to Krypton. To Clark, Kara is a strange, unwelcome burden. Clark has a family and he’s really not interested in broadening it out, but he understands his duty to provide for her. 

-He helps supplement Eliza’s income after Jeremiah dies so she can afford to keep feeding a starving Kryptonian. He also made a few calls to friends in the journalism department of the college she wants to attend and helps her get into the program. He doesn’t go to her graduation.

-Clark never loved Kara more than he did the day Kara became Supergirl. Finally, he had a way to relate to her! This is when they started instant messaging, having calls. He likes to think of himself as her mentor guiding her towards truth, justice, and the American way. 

-her fourth year on Earth she asks him to participate in a holiday ritual from Krypton with her, one meant to honor the dead and celebrate the living. It happens on a specific day every year, and Dr. Danvers has helped her calculate exactly when it is. She says its important to her, that it helps settle the spirits of those in Rao’s light. He really does try to make it, but he’s got two deadlines coming up and Lois’ sister is in town and there have been four bank robberies this week in Metropolis, and could they maybe wait to do it next year? Her voice is very small when she tells him its fine, that she understands. He tells her he’ll come visit Midvale soon and take her out for ice cream.

-he never does visit. She never asks him again.

Beyoncé interviews Solange
  • BEYONCÉ: What is the funniest text you got from our mom this week? [both laugh] That's too personal, never mind. You've got to love Mama Tina. How does it feel to have the dopest wedding photo of all time?
  • SOLANGE: Oh my God, that is subjective!
  • BEYONCÉ: "No Me Queda Mas" or "I Could Fall in Love"?
  • SOLANGE: This is so unfair! "No Me Queda Mas."
  • BEYONCÉ: And, honestly, growing up, how did I do as a big sister?
  • SOLANGE: You did a kickass job. You were the most patient, loving, wonderful sister ever. In the 30 years that we've been together, I think we've only really, like, butted heads ... we can count on one hand.
  • BEYONCÉ: I was expecting something funny, but I'll take it. Thank you.
Thick hair gothic

The pillow is wet when you wake up. Your hair is still drying. It’s always drying. You washed it 3 days ago and need to wash it again soon. It’s still drying.

All the hair balls in your room seemed to have moved into one corner on their own. You don’t know where they’ve come from or how they keep growing. They feed on each other. Soon it’ll be too big for you to escape.

You comb your fingers through your hair only to pull out a clump of hair. You do it again and another clump comes with it. You do this several times with the same result, but the number of hairs on your head is both constant and infinite. 

“At least I’ll be warm in the winter.” You reassure yourself as the sun beats down on your head. Your scalp is melting off, every journey outside is a mistake. The winter will never come.

This boy, with the brown eyes and cheeky grin, can make anyone’s day better. This boys heart is so big and he is so warm, anyone would be lucky to just know what it is like to hold him. I watch him, day after day and wonder if he sees me too. If maybe I could be apart of the countless number of people who love him. He smiles and everyone can’t help but smile back. His laugh is a melody that I wish could be stuck in my head everyday. He is that person that everybody spends their entire life looking for and now that I have found him I can only pray that he watches me too.
—  4am

more often than not there is a war going on between my head and my heart.

my heart, knowing you’re probably going to be a big part of my life, that you’re a great guy, that more likely than not I’m going to really fall for you.

my head, reminding me of the hurt from the last time I let a boy in, telling me to push you away even though you haven’t given me a single reason to do so, whispering to not let you in because I’m too much of a mess and you’ll walk away like he did.

but for once I think they have come to an agreement; that you’re one hell of a special boy that I want in my life for as long as you want to be in it, that you are more than worth it, that I’m going to let you in.

—  c.r.p.

Pirate AU shit:

I just love the idea of Roadhog being captain and no one knows anything about him other than he’s scary as fuck and supposedly so is his first mate? So when they capture a ship everyone is shaking in their damn boots, like they’re suppose to, and Hog comes out and God damn they about piss themselves when they see him.

He’s huge and could crush any of their heads in his hand. Then his first mate comes out and he is not at all what they were expecting. He’s pretty big too, but the kid is a twig and in no way intimating. Their first mistake is actually believing that.

Junkrat does most of the talking and negotiating for them. He jokes and he laughs and he’s all smiles and everything. However, someone decides to make fun of him and challenge him. Another mistake.

He easily kills the man and then excitedly asks about just blowing up the whole ship into ash. Mako agrees of course and Junkrat giddily walks over to Mako and presses a kiss to that stone cold face which absolutely shocks the people on board.

  • Akutagawa: *to Higuchi* I’m gonna tell you all of my secrets.
  • Akutagawa: I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks. I didn’t actually sell my last bike, I just forgot where I parked it. I don’t know who Fiend with Twenty Faces is, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. When they say 2% milk, I don’t know what the other 98% is. When I was a baby, my head was so big scientists did experiments on me. I once threw apple cider at a swan, and then it attacked my sister Gin.

You curtsy back with a laugh before shaking your head.  “What god awful thing did you do this time, Negan?”

“Ya know what, that fuckin’ hurts my fuckin’ feelin’s.  Who the fuck says I did any-fuckin’-thing bad?”

“Beyond the shit-eating grin and bow?”  He was too charming for his own good…for your own good as you grip the lapels of his jacket and let your lips brush his.  “Give it up, big man, or I’ll have to get rough with ya.”

Negan’s pulls you up against his chest, his laugh shakes your bones, before his lips brand yours with a demanding kiss.  When he pulls back you’re both breathless.  “I got ya somethin’.”

“If you say your dick, I swear to god —” Another kiss stops you as he stuffs the gift into your hand.  You break the kiss, look down in shock.  “Oh my god!”

“Fuckin’ A,” he grins in pride.  “Did fuckin’ good, didn’t I?”

You smile up at him.  “Oh, you did very good.”

“Do I get fuckin’ prize?” He smirks, pressing into you.

“For this?  Abso-fucking-lutely,” you grin, pressing back.

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic!” He cheers, before yanking the Twinkie from your hand.  “This one’s mine,” he cheekily grins as he steps back, raising the treat high above your head to open it.

“Negan!”  You scold, laughing as he stuffs it in his mouth.

“Fuck me hard, these’re fuckin’ amazin’,” Negan declares, eyes nearly rolling back, before smiling down at you. “The rest in the truck are all yours, beautiful.”

Requested by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for my 500 Followers celebration.  Turned out cuter than I expected, but I couldn’t resist doing a bit of a throwback to my “Negan loves Twinkies” headcanon, lol!  Hope you like it!!

The details on this whole shindig is HERE.

anonymous asked:

a request for you! can you please write either scenarios or headcanons for reactions of the bros who are saved by their s/o in battle and the s/o hides their wounds, and later collapses/passes out. thank you!!

Sure! I hope these are to your liking~ I’m not sure if these are too violent or bloody and gory for some people, but I can tag them if they’re too much. Just let me know.



Prompto’s speed was something worth bragging about, but when that garula rounded on the group and threw itself at the blonde, he was too slow to evade it. The big thing simply jerked its head as it got closer to Prompto, effectively hooking one of its tusks to his vest and ragdolling him into a tree where he cried out in pain as his back slammed into the trunk, then slumped over. Seeing him get tossed made your heart sink, even more so when you saw that another one of those things – a smaller, slower one, thank the Six – bounded its way toward him to pick up where the bigger one left off.

The others could handle the larger garula, so you left the fray and ran to lend Prompto a hand, your broadsword drawn along the way. It was a reckless move, but as you closed the gap between you and Prompto, you vaulted off of a boulder and landed, somehow sticking your landing, albeit with uncertain footing and an unpleasant sounding crunch of ankle bone that shot pain up your right leg, on the smaller garula’s back.

Prompto was on his feet again by now, and he was back at his usual, cheery banter while you rode the back of the beast.

“Oh babe, you’re my hero!” He drew one of his guns and fired.

After bracing yourself, you plunged your sword into its thick hide and held on as it tried to shake you off and evade Prompto’s bullets, but they met their mark. The weight of you holding the blade down and the beast’s movements only resulted in the blade cutting deeper and further along its spine, and with a thunderous roar, it threw you into the same tree  Prompto was thrown into. Thankfully you missed him, but only by a little bit, and you felt something sharp dig itself into your stomach – the garula’s tusk.

Fortunately, this one didn’t seem to understand that your blade was doing all the work, so when it charged at you, you positioned your sword so it’d run right into it. The sound of its final cry was deafening, and its head slumped right into your lap with its one tusk digging into you a little bit deeper, effectively trapping you in place.

You lost a lot of blood, and your vision went blurry, but you felt Prompto’s hands hook under your arms and drag you out from under the tusks. Your hand covered your stomach where the garula gored you, and looked up feebly at the blonde. He hadn’t noticed yet, and was smiling from ear to ear.

“I didn’t know you had it in you, babe! That was awesome! …Babe? Babe? Shit, guys!”

He eased you onto the ground and saw the blood oozing out from between your fingers, and moved to put his violently trembling hands there to apply pressure. His face paled, and he looked absolutely frantic. When you coughed, he kept an arm around you and screamed louder for the others to come help get you somewhere safe.

“No, nonono, it’s okay. It’s okay…They’re coming, just stay with me babe,” his tone fought between trying to sound soothing and coming dangerously close to cracking into a sob when your eyes fluttered shut.


You couldn’t warp like Noctis, but you wanted to try to show off a bit. When the griffon swooped down to try to swipe a claw at you and the others, you grabbed onto one of its tail feathers and went for a ride. Who’s ever body slammed a giant bird out of the sky before? Nobody, but you two were gonna do it.

While you climbed your way up the bird’s back to shove one of your daggers into its neck and hopefully take it down, Noctis seized the opportunity of the the griffon being distracted by you being on its back to warp from one branch to another, then positioned himself to fly at the bird. He leapt, but he met sharp talons instead of a soft, feathery underbelly that he wanted to strike.

The griffon plucked him out of the air and slashed his back, but thankfully the cuts were shallow. Before the bird released him, you shoved a second dagger into the back of its head this time, prompting a screech from the bird and a whole lot of dead weight to fall out of the sky. Noct was tossed up, and he managed to re-affix himself to a tree while he watched the bird, presumably without you still on its back, smack against the ground below.

Your fall was cushioned by the bird’s corpse somewhat, but the shock of the fall and you being pressed against the griffon as it hit the ground definitely broke some ribs. When the dust settled, Noctis and the others found you on top of the bird, struggling to sit up properly.

Noctis’ eyes lit up when he saw that you actually knocked a griffon out of the sky, and he smiled when you finally did sit up and give a little wave to indicate yes, you’re alive, and damn right, you just drove an airborne griffon into the ground. Your face contorted when you moved to try sliding off of the bird’s corpse, and lightheadedness hit you like a truck.

Instead of the graceful slide down, your body went limp, and you fell into a crumpled heap next to the bird with a heart wrenching, painful cry. Noctis shoved the others out of the way and ran to your side, the others following directly behind you.

“Y/n? Y/n?!” He gently cupped your face and tried to get you to open your eyes. He tried to sit you up but Ignis stopped him, pointing down at the grotesque protrusions from your torso. His hand flew to his mouth in shock.

“Don’t move them, Noct,” Ignis warned.

Helpless, Noctis did his best to try to make you feel comfortable while Ignis reset your bones. He smoothed your hair, whispered reassurances to you that were also for him that you’d be alright, and silently prayed to the Six that you’d open your eyes and say something, anything.

“Will Y/n make it?” His voice wavered when he looked down at you. He carefully pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“We are very lucky we got to them when we did.”


The MTs took the two of you by surprise, but Gladio stood his ground with you at his back, weapons drawn. With him being more battle hardened, he managed to cleave quite a few of the MTs before you managed to even finish off one, but when you turned to regroup with him, he was at odds with one that looked to be stronger than the others.

The force of the blows it was dealing to Gladiolus sent him back, reeling. As the MT wound up to swing at him again, you hooked your blade against the MT’s axe on its backswing and jerked its arm back to give Gladio some time to move out of the way. After slipping your sword away from the MT, you gave it a kick in its backside in effort to knock it off balance. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t completely release your sword from hooking the MT’s axe, and when it pulled its arm forward as it fell, you went flying with it.

Your body collided with the ground and took the wind out of you, and you heard Gladio finish the MT off. He rushed to your side when he saw you on your back on the ground, and offered a hand to pull you up. You could walk, albeit slowly, and you weakly smiled up at him.

“Owe you one, shorty.”

The MT’s axe slashed your back at an angle, and you thanked the Six that your clothes were dark enough that the blood wasn’t visible yet, and that Gladio hadn’t taken notice. He was okay, and that’s what mattered.

He walked with you a distance, going on and on about how well you did and how he was going to brag to the boys when you got back to camp, but his words stopped short when you walked into him and he caught you and felt how slick your back was. When he pulled his palm away and found blood, his mind went in a frenzy. He was used to seeing people injured, it came with his line of work, but you? This was different. As much as he tried to be rational, he couldn’t bear the sight of you in pain.

This happens, this is part of fighting, it’s okay. Y/n is going to be okay…it’s just a cut, right? Right?

He stopped and held you upright while giving your back another look. Try gash, not cut. With care, he picked you up so your body draped over his shoulder and he carried you, quickly, back to camp. By the time your body was carefully laid on a blanket, you were out. Due to his job, Gladio knew how to clean a wound and patch it up, but a full heal wasn’t his forte. He carefully washed your wound and helped to stop the bleeding as best as he could before practically screaming at Ignis to drop whatever he was doing to help you.


When Ignis had a plan, it was foolproof. No loose ends. Battle was an unpredictable thing, however. He didn’t expect just that many goblins to hop over the cliff and ambush you and the others, but you all managed to hold your own until one of them decided they wanted to a piggyback ride from Specs.

Then another, and another. He fell over as they swarmed him and got ready to drag him off to Six knows where, but you managed to snag one of them by the hair and pull it off of him. They’re lighter than they look. As you went to get another one to free up one of Ignis’ limbs, the one you chucked away latched itself onto you and sank its claws into your shoulders to keep you in one place.

A few of the others ditched Iggy and went for you too, and you felt something heavy thump the back of your head, and you felt a wave of intense heat brush past you along with light. You shielded your eyes, only to lower your arm after a moment when you felt one of Ignis’ gloved hands snatch your other arm and pull you out of harm’s way.

Fire seemed to do the trick. The ones that didn’t get thoroughly charred scampered off into the cave to lick their wounds.

“Thank you.” Ignis said with a wry smile. One of his lenses had a crack in it. Bastards. He held you out at arm’s length to get a better look at you.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Your head hurt, but you could walk. You nodded, then shook your head, and he walked alongside you while searching for the others. Lightheadedness from the blow to the back of your head kicked in, so you stopped and braced yourself against one of the walls of the cavern. He turned abruptly when you weren’t beside him.

“Y/n? What is it?”

His face went blurry as he quickly stepped to your side, taking a hand in his while he tried to stand you upright.


You went limp and nearly fell to the ground, but Ignis kept you aloft. Since he couldn’t examine you in the cave, he scooped you up and carried you out where the others were waiting. They decided to make camp nearby, and there Ignis carefully looked you over. Worry was written all over his face, but he managed to keep himself somewhat level-headed while he tried to make you feel comfortable until you woke up. Your selflessness touched him, and he kissed your forehead. He refused to leave your side until you woke.


Hey, you

Have you had any water lately? Like a big glass. Eaten? Leftover Halloween candy doesn’t count. Like actual food-food. Doesn’t matter if it’s fast food or a TV Dinner. What about sleep? I know a lot of you were up really really late last night. Maybe take a nap, or even put your head down and rest for five minutes. Make plans to go to bed early. Take a nice, long hot shower too. Go for a walk outside. Close your eyes and breathe deep. Breathe in through your nose, hold, out through your mouth. Repeat until your heart calms down. Take your medication if you forgot to. Don’t worry, I’ll be here till you get back.

Welcome back.

Feeling more human?


Listen. I know you’re scared. The future is dark, scary and uncertain. Everything feels rotten inside-out. Hate, fear and ignorance is bubbling up through the cracks and threatening to engulf us. But I also know that we’re going to make it out the other side. Not without difficulty, not without injury, but we’ll make it through. Why am I so certain?

Because we have you.

You’re wonderful, you’re beautiful, you’re strong and you do great things. You love and are loved, you are willing to protect and fight for everything that you hold dear. And because we have you we all have something even greater: Us.

Together we can get through this. We can help those who need to be protected, love those who are threatened with hate, care for the hurt and stand for what’s right. No matter what happens we will make it through to the other side hand-in-hand. Your Big Sis Amber knows it.

Now go get that glass of water.


I think for sure. Obviously Oliver’s big question is that he knows a lot more now. I think whether he knew in the back of his head that things were fishy with Sam, I think now Connor has said too much. Oliver has a lot of power now to ruin them all or to help them. And he’s normal. So how is he going to react to this in a way that is normal? It’s refreshing to write that.
—  Pete Nowalk answers the question: Will Oliver and Connor get back together? (x)
Imagine Erik Finding Out That You, His Young Daughter, Have Inherited His Powers

Originally posted by timestolaugh

“Slow down, Erik, what are you on about?” Charles frowned through the phone.

“Y/N has- she’s- she’s like me, Charles!” Erik sputtered. He had you in one arm, and you were squirming in an attempt to ‘do the magic’ again. You had always been very enchanted by your father when he did little magic tricks with his metallokinesis to entertain you, and you were only concerned with your joy of possessing ‘the magic’ as well.

“NO, Y/N, no, no no, we do not do that with those!” Erik said quickly, moving the silverware you had begun to float out of your sight. He pulled the phone back over to his ear to hear what Charles had to say about it. It didn’t quite matter if he had moved the dangerous utensils; you had found something else to play with.

“Just bring her to the mansion, I’ll run a few simple tests I do with the students, she’ll be fine, Erik.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll bring her up in the morning,” Erik sighed. He hung up the phone with a breath of relief, only to look down at you.

“Papa, look!” you giggled; his old, worn Magneto helmet rested loosely over your head. Memories around that helmet flooded his mind, both good and bad. He had tried to hurt in that headpiece. He had tried to kill, and he had wanted to keep that part of his past far away from you.

However, looking down at the innocence in your eyes, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, where he had become a symbol of hate, you could be one of hope.

(For @silverwingedfox)

Spoiler alert for fuller house but like can you believe dj was actually gonna pick Steve but she was too late and thought he moved on so she started dating Matt and she was literally given an opportunity by Steve himself to stop him from proposing to cj but she just wants him happy and they both know they’re still in love with each other but think the other isn’t and their lives are just gonna continue on until this all comes to a head next season in some big moment where they finally tell each other their feelings like I’m already crying about it tbh

~ Capricorn

look how much you’ve grown
i’ve seen you slowly fill in those eyes
that belong to an old soul
i’ve seen you stretch into those bones
that were always too big for you
i know that you are indestructible
except for that vicious self contempt
the voices that scratch raw and
violently inside your head
and you keep waking up every morning
because you know one day you will be
you hold onto the knowing that
things will get better
and you will feel less sicker
and your work will finally be done
- cherry

[art: Nicoletta Ceccoli]

Crocodile Emoji Review

this is certainly an alligator. 7/10

this guy has a real big head, im a big fan. got some nice chompers on him too. 8/10

very stylized, dont know whats up with those teeth though, gonna have to give it a 7/10

this is definitely not a crocodile, but i really like the look of this guy. and by really like i mean i fuckin LOVE the look of this guy. 10/10

it looks like a muddy version of the apple emoji 5/10

look at this artsy lookin guy. with the minimalistic style and everything. look at those feet though. 6/10

very small compared to the other boys but this guy, hes got some spunk. hes got some attitude. 8/10

this guy just scares me with that weird eye 6/10

very moody…………. i love the look of this guy though…. 9/10

idk man….. 4/10

holy FUCK look at this guy!!!!!!!! look at this guy!!! sitting down like a normal human!!!!! 10/10 im a VERY big fan of this one with the BIG eyes filled with love im very much enjoying this guys emotion

this one just looks like a baby godzilla 6/10

{ five’s company // ch. 8 }

a/n: forgive me this took way too long! but i made it a little longer than usual to make up for it. enjoy!

also! thank you for 700 followers! i want to do something special? but idk what? maybe more updates??? a new fic??? i don’t know. i’ll leave my inbox open!

again, thank you thank you thank you! ♡♡♡ xx


You woke up on top of John. Your head was on his chest and he had Alex curled up to his side. Hercules was holding Laf and they were both sleeping soundly. You were all covered in two, big fluffy blankets. You closed your eyes and sighed happily.

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my honest review of 2016 boy group comebacks in no particular order

Monsta X All in: revenge witch boyfriends who find an alien lifeform? love it. 100/10

Nu’est overcome: nu’est is BACK. a lot of snow which reminded me of christmas. but the chorus was almost TOO catchy so it got stuck in my head a lot. Suspicious?  9.5/10

Exo Lucky One: full face using only highlighter challenge. the plot reminded me of that screensaver on old windows computers with the brick walls do you know what i’m talking about? I love disco so 9/10

17 Nice and Pretty U and Boom Boom: everything they put out reminds me of big time rush and i love big time rush so 9.9/10 on both counts (-.1 because they aren’t actually big time rush)

Monsta X Stuck: goth? love it. there’s also a part in the beginning where they clap their hands. that’s so much fun! 10/10

Exo Monster: biblical symbolism out the wazoo. everything had a purple tint. purple is a mix of red and blue, two great colors. overall 333/10 for the father son & holy spirit.

Infinite the eye: they’ve literally been putting out the same mv and song since 2010 but it’s all pretty good so 9/10 because i love consistency but the angst trademark made me sad

Exo lotto: animals fighting each other and no yixing? forget it. idk 2/10 for positive mentions of makeup and kim jongdae

nu’est love paint: references both paint and love which reminds me of bob ross. 10/10 watch the joy of painting on netflix RIP bob always in our hearts

Vixx Fantasy: spooky ~ 10/10

BTOB Remember That: the video had a weird overlay on it? it looked almost foggy? fog is bad to drive in and i’m already scared to drive 4/10

BTS Save Me: the weather looked really nice in the mv, cold but not too cold, nice breeze, overcast, so all and all pretty good 10/10

BTS Fire: at 1:13 bts is seen ironing jin’s shirt while he is wearing it similar to something 2012 presidential candidate mitt romney has done 0/10 for republican propaganda

Got 7 Fly: i like got 7 but this was internet explorer in song form, it’s like good enough I guess but you can do better 3/10

Vixx Dynamite: I can’t recall actually watching this so 5/10 for being forgettable but not a straight 0 because I also might have just legitimately not watched it I’m not sure

Vixx The Closer: while not a fan of the art major aesthetic, this is honestly one of the catchiest songs I have Ever heard in my entire snife (snail life). 10/10 also for fun leg choreography.

Exo-Cbx Hey Mama: Look just 10/10 I love them

BTS Blood Sweat and Tears: Anything involving both J-Hope and Jesus art has my 10000% support 10/10 especially like the incorporation of Pieta I love larger than life Mary thanks Original Mom

Monsta X Fighter (The Clan pt 2): absolutely no continuity whatsoever but combined some of my favorite things, powerful horns, stranger things, and minhyuk 11/10 bring my daughter Eleven back from the upside down Right Now

B.A.P Skydive: let’s be 100 honest I mean it was one shot 2.0 but jongup was the traitor which is 100 #can’t relate but that live stage ??? zelo turned into one of those aesthetic instagram ocean videos on stage. WOWZA. 8/10

BTOB I’ll be your man: ultra dramatic catholic pop with a twist i love btob 100/10


Zhang Yixing “Lose Control” thanks for reading everybody

You know, I REALLY wonder what goes through some people’s heads when they say that the descriptions in astrology are “too general” because honestly, they’re not if you look at the big picture.

A general description of a placement is definitely general, but once you take account of all the aspects, signs, and other influences into the chart, that general description isn’t so “general” anymore. It’s unique. Like you.

I think people saying astrology is too general is a big pet peeve of mine because if you’re finding yourself saying that a certain placement can be applied to anyone, you are not looking deep enough. You are not considering the whole chart. You are not taking everything into account and due to that, you are making an ignorant assumption.

I also feel like too many unrealistic expectations are placed into astrology also. No, just because you have Venus trine Jupiter in the 7th doesn’t mean you’ll be dating your crush. It could mean that you’ll be nice and generous to your friends. Astrology can only show you possibilities on what can happen in your life, WITHOUT taking the circumstances of your life completely into account. Circumstances are constantly changing all the time, and nothing can pinpoint a single occurrence. Astrology most definitely can’t, but it offers clues.

You can’t expect astrology to do everything for you. Astrology is a lens to help you see, but it’s not something that will work for you. You have to work for yourself.