#and her placement in their relationship with each other

[hearteyes4logan]

different aspirations, same love — ln⁴ lando norris x uni!fem!reader requested by no one word count: 1066! fluff

Image by @rbklvz on Pinterest!

synopsis: being in a relationship in two different parts of the world never stopped anyone

The calls have grown shorter. Not because the love had faded, but you both lived different lives. An F1 driver and a uni student — lives you both were trying to build, both filled with success, but in different fields.

Final year. Thesis, internships, placements and a schedule you could barely keep up with and brutal, it made you pull all-nighters with craploads of caffeine and a will to keep going. For him, it was the 2025 Formula 1 season that stretched across continents and many countries. Sometimes you'd wake up to his post-race voicemails, or he'd fall asleep mid-Facetime to you reviewing notes or lectures, but neither of you complained.

Because you understood something most long-distance relationships failed to see: ambition and aspirations don't mean leaving the other behind. You both utilised communication and always updated each other with the littlest of things, whether it was a study date you were attending with friends or a cameo he was gonna film for the Mclaren Instagram page. It meant you were both running toward something, even if it meant walking apart for a little while.

You watched every race with your laptop open beside you, usually highlighting PDFs on your iPad during pit stops and replays. Sometimes you wore his hoodie — sometimes you fell asleep to the sound of his voice during pre-race interviews or old races. You cheered for him in the safety of the quiet, unseen corner. Although many on your campus knew around the cute and public relationship with him you were in, you never made it your personality. You wanted him to thrive.

And he did.

But you could hear it in his voice after each race: during post-race interviews, he missed you. Deeply. Constantly. Sometimes he'd say mention your name once or twice in his interviews — how much he was missing you and wished you were at his races. The media ate it up like crazy, of course, but even they could see their current golden boy slowly lose his passion.

Finals week hit like a storm. You barely had time to eat, let alone breathe. And then finally — the minutes were counting down as you typed away on your laptop. You submitted your last paper at 3:41am, 4 hours before it was due at 8am. You sat in silence and cried not just from exhaustion but pride. You had made it. On your own terms.

You hadn't planned it but somewhere during adrenaline and joy — you found yourself booking a ticket to Silverstone. No warning. No text.

You wanted it to be a moment.

Not for the world. For him.

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The grandstands buzzed. The fans were doused in many colours supporting their respective teams, but many donned Aston Martin gear — it was their home race after all. You were a black cap, low over your eyes, and a hoodie zipped to your chin, heart pounding like you were the one about to race. A few of Lando's personnel had seen you, but you kindly told them not to inform him, afraid of your cover slipping, but mostly wanting him to focus on his race before he got the surprise that his girlfriend had come from abroad, finished with her course.

The final laps were chaos. Your eyes flicked between the screen and the track, praying and whispering no one overtook him. The gap between him and Verstappen was close — he crossed the line.

P1.

Everything erupted. Crowds of fans jumped up and cheered, shaking flags and holding large cutouts of Lando's face. Lando had won at Silverstone.

He won a home GP. He own dream.

You clapped through your tears, moving your hat upwards as you smiled — then the camera panned onto you. You watched as your face lit up the big screens, your actions being reflected perfectly as fans around you noticed who you were and began cheering.

No point in trying to keep it a surprise anymore, as you took your hat off, hair bobbing as you clapped for your boyfriend's win.

Lando was still in the car, barely processing the win when he glanced up at the screen in the cooldown area — there you were. Your smile and hoodie with your eyes glassy with tears.

He dropped his water bottle.

Mechanics were shouting, hugging. Cameras flashing, but Lando stood frozen, helmet still in his hands and heart slamming against his ribs because this was the first time in months he had seen you in person — he was only just on FaceTime with you yesterday as you showed the word count of your paper.

But you were here. Not being a screen and definitely not lagging due to connection issues. You were moving in real time.

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You were standing just past the garage when he found you. Helmet in one hand, fireproofs half peeled, flushed and overwhelmed — a blur of sweat and disbelief. He stopped three feet from you, blinking like he couldn't quiet believe you were real.

"Hi." You whispered, breath catching.

Lando didn't answer. He just walked over to you like he was crashing into home. His arms wrapped around your face as he pulled you in for a desperate and slow kiss.

"You're here.. You're actually here." He said as he smiled against your lips.

"I finished." You breathed. "I'm free — apart from graduating but I needed you to have your moment, hence the no heads up or anything."

He laughed through a broken sob, nose brushing yours.

"Best finish line I've ever crossed."

When he stood on the top step of the podium, champagne dripping and trophy raised. His eyes scanned the crowd before landing on yours. You shouted and held your phone up, recording him as the British national anthem began to play — unable to contain your smile and the feeling of how proud you were for him.

And for a split second between the anthem and the chaos of another champagne spray right after it, he mouthed — 'thank you' — like the win wasn't just his but something you both shared because love wasn't always loud and something you needed to publicly show. Sometimes it was late-night calls whilst one of you slept and the other reviewed notes for an exam a week away. It meant being there for one another but showing up when needed most.

© hearteyes4logan

[charleemoon]

you can tell if a hannigram fic will be good or not based on not how either of them are written but how alana is. im onto something here i swear

[fiberglassandflowers]

im still conflicted about my placements for the little shop of horrors at the moment

[ohgodthevoices]

going crazy over how husband material osamu is, hear me ouuutttt

tags : fluff, time-skip, f!reader, tattoo , he listens to, he cares , and he cook , i’m thirsting m sorry

osamu would be the type of bestfriend that knows damn well you want him bad but keeps on teasing you and acting clueless just to see how far you can go before you crack

as childhood friends, it was normal for you to be touchy and generally comfortable with each other but it raised his suspicions when you now looked away when he was topless around you. it’s not like you were uncomfortable with it ?

you’ve basically lived your whole life with the miyas, you’ve seen osamu wet the bed as a kid, get rejected by his middle school crush you’ve even witnessed him putting his hand in his pants and scratch his butt, seeing him topless in the comfort of his apartment was a casual thing so why the hell would you look away , did he lose his shape ? no, he still worked out frequently even if he’s not an athlete anymore…

either way osamu always took care for you, he was always so careful when it comes to you , sure he’d playfully hit you here and there but it was nothing you couldn’t handle

just imagine him cooking you a nice heart-warming meal, glancing at you every now and then while you’re sitting on the counter looking like a mess after a long exhausting day , wine glass in hand and rambling your worries away. it really became a ritual for you to swing by his place unannounced after a bad day.

he’d open the door with his signature lazy smile “ya had a bad day?” you finally let you shoulders relax “long story..” he steps back, inviting you in “i got time”.

sometimes osamu gets this weird feeling he can’t explain when he realizes he’s seen you grow into a real woman, it really freaked him tf out when you told him you had your first time with some boy he never heard the name of.

he scolds you after a bad decision for sure , but he’s always there to comfort you right after. SO imagine his surprise when during a drunken confession after you finally listened to him and dumped your toxic bf, you admit to him between sobs that broke his heart into pieces

“why can’t i find a guy that actually likes me—?” your face was buried in his now wet tshirt , his strong arms holding you tight as if they were gonna protect you from feeling hurt, your words were muffled, melting together “why can’t i find someone like you samu…im so jealous of the girl that’s gonna be yours” holy fucking shit how was he so blind to never realize this…

thank god that night was complete blurry in your mind , so when you woke up the day completely hung over and found your beloved best friend making you breakfast with a bed hair and his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms that you find really hot for some reason , your slight blush was explained.

omfg the day he showed up to your workplace during his break with a well crafted lunch box he made full of delicious onigiris because he listens and he remembers that your annoying coworker kept flaunting her relationship to you and it pissed you off and you wanted to show her that you can pull too

ever since he realized the power he had over you, he wouldn’t stop just picking at you and seeing how far he can go, he was basically testing the waters by stretching until his shirt lifts up, hold eye contact for a lil longer than what he should, and how he praises you don’t get me startedddd

“yer actually pretty decent at this” when you cook dinner with him, “look at ya bein all confident and independent !” when you actually tell the waiter they got your order wrong, “yer pretty distractin’ yk that? that’s kinda dangerous.”

osamu was a pretty touchy guy, not overly cuddly or anything but he did enjoy proximity, he’d usually hold your wrist when passing crowds but for some reason he now held your waist, his touch gentle yet firm on you. istg his hand placement is impeccable

there’s just something about him keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you that’s so endearing, so caring and attentive to your lil daily struggles.

it all happened when you got your first tattoo, he had sent you to his friend whom he deemed good enough to ink your body. he was nervous and excited as if he was the one getting tattooed but that’s mostly because you wanted to keep it a mystery, he knew that when he came home after closing the shop he’d find you there already.

there was just something so intimate about him coming back from work and finding you already at his place , he liked it, he could get use to it.

“ ‘m here !” he yelled out closing the door behind him , analyzing you from head to toe as you pop infront of him with his tshirt and shorts on displaying an almost mischievous smile, his eyebrows creasing as he doesn’t see any trace of a tattoo on your arms or legs, maybe it was on your shoulders?

he plopped down on his couch , man spreading “soo… are ya gonna show me or ?” you happily turn to the side, his eyes widen as you lift up the shirt enough to reveal a sideboob tattoo. he sits up the shock visible on his face “holy shit cmere” you obey him , getting closer for him to get a better look. with a swift motion his arm was now around your hip , pushing you to sit on one of his legs

he clearly recognized his friend’s intricate style, the design cupping the side of your boob, he wanted to admire his work but damn he felt a lil jealous that he worked so close to you. he finally looked at you only now noticing your reddish face

his face was just inches from yours, his previously shocked expression fading as he met your eyes. he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your jaw, and for a split second, everything around you felt quiet, just the two of you in that small space. he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, though, breaking the tension as he nudged you lightly

“didn’t know you had it in ya to do somethin’ like that” he whispered.

before you could answer, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, gently pulling you in. his lips brushed yours, just a soft, teasing touch, before pulling back slightly with that same smirk. “couldn’t resist,” he muttered under his breath, and this time, when he kissed you again, it was longer, deeper—no more teasing, just the feeling of the moment taking over.

i’m currently such a sucker for time skip osamu he’s all i’m thinking about

[harmoonix]

Astrology Observations

~ Sundrop ~

Leo Venus/Venus in the 5th house might look or give the vibe that they are a pro in relationships or dating

Virgo Moons/Saturn/Mercury hate it so bad when people disagree with them. You're either on the same line either enemies for life

Gemini/Taurus/Pisces/Scorpio in the 2nd house might love words of affirmation.

Lilith in the 9th or 12th house is usually one of these placements who is a 'Losing all their faith' placement

Cancer Lilith natives might like to nurture their partners when they are at their lowest/when they're vulnerable

Leo/Aries and Scorpio Lilith can struggle with attention/jealousy issues. You like your partner only for yourself

North Node square Saturn indicates a life path where you'll need to jump over the obstacles in your life. You'll get stronger

Moon in Venusian Degrees 2° 7° 14° 19° 26° degrees can be the one to do the first step in their relationships

Capricorn over the 7th house might get a devoted and loyal partner for their relationship. They might attract hardworking people

Sagittarius in the 7th house might get a very carefree and enlightening partner. Your partner can give you the freedom you need

Men with Pluto in the 8th house think with their d*ck before thinking with their heart.

Moon in the 8th house natives can inherit lots of things from their mother. From material objects to appearance 'Just like your mother' type (Sun in the 8th house from their dads)

Nelly Furtado has a Scorpio Venus, and she embodied the dark female energy for most of her songs

Capricorn Mercuries can sound older than they actually are. Their voice might sound more mature and authentic

Aries Mercuries, together with Sagittarius Mercuries, tend to have raspy voices. 2 parrots telling each other 'exactlyyyyy'

Sagittarius Pluto Generation, together with Aquarius Pluto Generation, both get to fight with acceptance by society and to fit in the norms while feeling different from the rest

Aquarius Jupiter can be a lucky placement for having good friends. People around you get so attached in a friendly way

I observed that Taurus Jupiter gets more stable financially once they work with pleasure, and it can boost Jupiters' abundance

Chiron in the 6th, 8th, or 12th houses is definitely the therapist of the group among their friends *or family*

Pluto or Neptune in the 1st house can struggle with addictions/obsessions.

Mars in the 12th house has a hard time letting their guard off. They don't want to show their sensible side

Venus in Fire signs tend to have beautiful eyebrows

Mars at 4° 16° 28° relatives can sometimes annoy them too much. It can be any relative but specifically from the mother side (you can have an annoying cousin or aunt, etc)

Sun or Ascendant harshly aspecting Saturn have a hard time taking care of themselves! Sometimes, you might put your needs on the 2nd place in your life

Saturn/Pluto/Neptune in the 12th house = Tiring energy, heavy planets for the 12th house resulting the native might feel like life gets tiring

Aquarius Moon/Mars might disassociate from reality after an argument. They gonna retreat in their own inner world, ignoring the pain

Venus in Pisces/12h/12° 24° can subconsciously tell how others feel, the same can happen for those with Venus - Neptune aspects

If you Sagittarius or Aries placements, people might hate when you call them out for things they did/telling the truth

New astrology observations because I haven't posted in a while 💫💫💛 hope you all are good♡

Harmoonix 💛

[etherealrin]

♡.ᐟ sanrio rings!

how proplayer!rin accidentally reveals his relationship with you to the public

warnings: none // wc: 929

note: my first post ever, hi LOL. ooc rin perhaps? female reader (reffered to as rin's gf)

rin forgets he even has the plastic ring on. so when he gets interviewed post-match and the cameraman zooms in on his right hand, which currently grips the microphone, he's a little confused.

"mr. itoshi!" the reporter exclaims, "what an odd choice of jewelry! and on the ring finger too, are you perhaps engaged?"

what? engaged? rin plasters a frown on his face, ready to go off at the woman.

"i have no idea what y-" rin begins, but cuts himself off. oh shit, he thinks. of course, on his ring finger sat the stupid little kuromi ring he had gotten with you in shibuya last week. his mind races back to the memory, and he groans internally.

"rin, please! let's get matching ones!" you squealed as you dragged him towards the staggering rows of gachapons deep inside the city's neon lit streets. the whole shop was filled to the brim with machine after machine, and one in particular had caught your eye. it was one containing comically large rings of sanrio character faces, ranging from cinamoroll to my melody to kuromi.

"fine, if that's really what you want to spend 400 yen on," he had sighed. he knew you would somehow rope him into wearing the diabolical little accesory.

"i really hope we get my melody and kuromi! y'know it's basically canon that they like each other, right?" you told him, laughing.

"i hope you know i'm not familiar with any of the sanrio lore," rin began. "but- if it's with you, it's not so bad…i guess." the last part was barely audible. you pushed him toward the white machine, with a little "you first!"

to his fortune (or now his misfortune, he figured) he did indeed manage to obtain the black kuromi ring you had wanted him to wear. his attention then shifted to you. you were crouched down over the machine, and, wait…why were you performing a summoning ritual? you had pulled up my melody pictures on your phone and waved it around like a mystic.

"you're silly," rin deadpanned.

"but it'll work, watch this!" you shot back. the tips of your finger grasped the small wheel of the gacha machine and you turned it slowly. an opaque pink ball dropped out of the prize slot. "i did it! see?" you said smugly, giving rin a pointed look. "now you have to put yours on, so we match!"

rin sighed, but he slipped the ring onto his finger, choosing the exact same placement you had done for youself. the right ring finger?

"hey- you do know what this means right?" he asked you, a faint rose tinting his cheeks.

you giggled. "it's a promise! we're now engaged under the laws of sanrio!"

"so? what's the news?" the reporter inquires again. rin snaps back to the present, having temporarily forgotten he was in a post-match interview and on nationwide live television. oh, you must be watching too, he realizes. itoshi rin could only come up with one explanation now: the truth.

"i got it with my girlfriend the other day, she wanted to match," he says with all air of nonchalance that he can muster.

"girlfriend? mr. itoshi, you're in a relationship?" the reporter almost drops her microphone out of shock. rin feels his cheeks heat up, and he wants to smack himself for blushing on live television at the mention of you.

"yes. i have been in one for quite a while now," rin starts. "and she's the sweetest, most stunning girl in the entire universe. now if you're done asking me about my private life, do you have anything for the real game? or are we done here?"

"o-oh, yes…" the reporter babbles on about something he had done in the match and rin wraps up the interview at light speed, wanting to leave and to see you immediately.

when rin finally knocks on the door to your third floor apartment (and notices the glittery sanrio stickers plastered onto it) you open it almost instantly, with a finger pointing at his face.

"i saw your interview," you say, dragging him into your living room where he promptly sprawls out on the sofa, hiding his face in his hands. "i can't believe you forgot to take it off, it's been three days!" you laugh. "but…it was cute. really, thank you. i know how hard it must have been to tell the whole world about us,"

"it was worth it, for you," rin says softly. he's a bit embarrased now. yet he's running his fingers through your silky hair now, twisting and turning it, his lilting touch teasing your exposed shoulder and making you giggle as if being tickled. you notice the kuromi ring, still sitting on his ring finger as if it was the most rightful place for it to belong. he grabs your own right hand, lining your fingers side by side with his, grinning a little at the pink my melody on yours.

"hmmm, i love you too, rin" you reply to the boy. he pulls you closer and inhales deeply, breathing in your nectarine-like sweet perfume.

"you should come to my game next week in my jersey," he mentions suddenly. "i mean there's no point in going through the agony of having lukewarm people online trying to guess who my girl is, i want everyone to know its you." you can't help but smile up at rin. his azure eyes shine with something fragile and genuine, love. you give him a soft, small kiss, and he sighs contentedly.

"i'd love to," you promise.

a/n: if you've made it this far i luv u, this is inspired by the sanrio rings i got with my friend haha

masterlist!

[starshipsofstarlord]

she’s my woman | daryl dixon

summary. after escaping terminus, you hold up shelter in the church, and daryl realises that abraham has interest in you. he says nothing, knowing that you can more than take care of yourself (1.7k)

warnings. mentions of death and sex, reader smoking, abraham trying to flirt with reader, amused daryl, like one swear word, established relationship

divider credits. @cafekitsune

It was a particularly warm day, leaving each person sweltering, including the priest Gabriel whom had held no choice in offering shelter in the church he had served before the outbreak and continued to maintain. The lot of you were exhausted, Terminus having exhausted much will and motivation from each of your persons, including the new survivors that had joined along the way; Rosita, Abraham and Eugene. Daryl found you seated outside, sat there lulling in the anguish that braced tension in each muscle of your body.

“That woman’s something.” Abraham told him as if he didn’t already know that fact, and Daryl grunted in reply, aware of how the redhead’s tired gaze trailed across your frame with interest - he had thought that Rosita was the last woman on earth, and he had certainly been proven incorrect on that matter. The archer did not like the way that the newcomer was ogling at you as you nursed a cigarette between your lips, one that you had found in the home of religion along with a lighter, stashed away beneath a pew, as though the sin was hidden from god himself. Someone must have really needed a breather after church.

The smoke wafted around you in relieving waves, contorting around your silhouette as a grey outline, the distinct scent imbedding itself within both your hair and the articles that you were clothed in, the strong tang despite being disliked by many others brought you a sense of comfort that seemed impossible to inhale. Yet you had found something to soothe your energised nerves, to momentarily distract you from the turmoil that contagiously followed any life that remained. You were oblivious to the men watching you by the steps, a machete resting upon the placement of your lap in the case that any walkers appeared.

It was almost peaceful, if you thought not of the forlorn past and those that hadn’t made it… those that still were missing. You held onto the cigarette tighter, pursing your lips as you exhaled a cloudy spill of smoke, watching intently as it danced in the air. Abraham heavily shifted his weight between each foot, as though he were preparing for something, and Daryl could only imagine what that would be. He squinted at the red haired man, as he sturdied a hand on his hip, the other brushing through his facial hair. “I’m gonna talk to her.” There hadn’t been much time for forming a bond with each of the new people, other than enduring the torturous confines of Terminus together, and it appeared that the large man was taking a shot.

Daryl quirked a thin brow at the motives that no doubt rested beyond Abraham’s intentions, though he chose not to get in his way, instead having faith and having witnessed it multiple times first hand that you had the ability to take care of yourself. And so Abraham moved onwards, towards you, with a confidence that you would no doubt deflate. It was what you did, you pushed those away that held no respect for your boundaries, hell, even Daryl knew when to give you time to yourself. Sometimes a moment alone was all that was needed to refresh yourself, to assert a newfound thought that drove you to keep pushing you in the direction of survival.

It took great strength for Daryl not to grab the man and make him reassess his prerogative; you were enjoying the hard to find silence that surrounded you, and the archer was not going to be the one to make a scene and disrupt the bubble of solace that you lulled in. That alone was a death wish for anyone,no matter who they were, and so he idly surveyed in your direction as you allowed your knee to jog up and down as you rested on the ground, breathing in the fumes of the cigarette without any regard.

“Hey pretty lady.” The sound of a voice made your head snap upwards, hand instantly finding the handle of your weapon that had taken many a life. It had not only been walkers that had received the sharp impact of the machete, humans had too when they had infiltrated the prison, breaking through the walls and destroying any aspect of security that had once been. With a glare in your eyes, you found the face of Abraham smiling down at you, and you had the impulse to scoff. “Those things will kill you.” He nodded towards the rolled up tobacco that was in its most popular form, the end singing as each second it grew shorter, wilting away from the flame that had touched its end.

“Better this than something or someone else.” To emphasise your point, you inhaled from it once more, squashing the lacklustre stub beneath the sole of your boot. “Did you want something?” The tone of your voice was tired, and tired it was for good reason. All of your energy had been exerted into getting this far and surviving this long. It seemed to deflate the arrogant confidence that Abraham had previously had when he stalked in your direction, and that was exactly what you wanted - for him and everyone else to leave you alone for a moment. Perhaps it was too much an ask for some people, you thought to yourself, releasing an audible sigh.

Your attitude had not been expected by Abraham, you spoke rashly and with a hardening edge, but he found himself to be fond of it. Not many people made their desires clear in the old world, but he expected that you had. “Wanted to talk to you, get to know you.” He appeared friendly, though you noticed his self serving motives as his round eyes sketched your frame with interest. The most you knew about each other was the basics, that the prison had fallen prompting him to meet Glenn, and of course your name. That was the bare minimum, and he wished to be filled with all the information that you would only share with another that you poised an intimate relation with.

“Ain’t much to it.” You nonchalantly shrugged, not understanding why you out of all others had peaked his interest, especially considering that Rosita and he seemed to be a thing, though you had not scraped for the details, caring not for the bond that others had with themselves. “So if you think that you can get in my pants, think again. I ain’t interested.” Stupidity was not a personality trait that was known to your mind, and your blunt words caught the man off guard, even though it had been blatantly obvious of his idea in disturbing you. You did not get up, you remained seated on the short grass, hugging your knees as you thought internally of where else you may find some more cigarettes, or something that could bring you a distraction that did not leave you to ponder on those that were now deceased or the whereabouts of Beth Greene.

“Why aren’t you interested?” Abraham did not mean the question to pressure you, he was genuinely curious. From his experience, sleeping with another proved to be something that lost focus to the present reality, the climate of looming death peering around every corner. “Don’t you not want to think for a while?” That was what you had been trying to do prior to his presence, but you bit back your temper, not wishing for it to explode. Even if you had not been in a relationship that Abraham clearly had no clue of, you wouldn’t sway entertainment in his direction. Things were tough enough already without pissing someone off, and whilst you did not know Rosita, doing that to another woman that had feelings for the man that she laid beside was practically traitorous.

“I don’t think your dick would satisfy me.” You jabbed as a reply, smirking as a scoff retorted from the red haired man, and he reluctantly walked back to the entrance of the church. He frowned when he saw the cocky expression on Daryl’s face, not understanding why it had appeared. It was acknowledged that the two of you had been companions for a time alongside a handful of others, yet he could not exasperatedly reason for the amused glint that shone from Daryl’s eyes. His interaction hadn’t gone as planned, and Abraham thought of the answers as to why. Maybe you were celibate, saving yourself for someone that had such morals that reflected the same, or you were not into his gender. He was going to pry at the archer until he was given an explanation.

“She wasn’t interested.” He stated to Daryl, and the archer quirked an all knowing brow,a short laugh expelling from his lips. “You know why?” Oh he did, and he could not wait for the expression that would fall upon Abraham’s face, it would no doubt be priceless. He hadn’t intervened, aware that you would send him running, possibly telling him to piss off or something else insulting. Within the prison other men had attempted to seek your company, whether that be for a one night stand or a steady relationship, and you had treated them all the same. It had taken him some time to realise that he was exactly what you wanted, even during your relationship, and he wasn’t going to argue about the matter in disbelief, knowing how lucky he was to have a partner that had his back at all times, and was strong willed and able to look after themself. You were all of those things and more.

“She’s my woman.” It may have seemed almost objectifying to others if they did not know Daryl well enough, however there was affection that underlined his words, affection that could be heard to anyone listening. “An’ I didn’t warn ya b’cause I knew she would send ya packin’. Tha’s what she does to men that wanna get in her pants.” He noticed both the surprise and the slight embarrassment that had overtaken Abraham’s face, smirking at it. It was indeed a priceless sight. As the other man that had tried to seduced you walked around the church to find Eugene, trying to act as though his pride had not been wounded, Daryl remained where he stood, watching you, allowing you the momentary silence that you wished for, knowing that the quiet peace was rare to come by and you deserved to enjoy it whilst you could.

[fancyperfectionsweets]

Astrology Observations 🥀🏚️

💞 This is fucking crazy but I read somewhere that the moon's zodiac in your D9 chart shows the ascendant/sun/moon of your spouse of their natal chart and I checked mine and my boyfriend's and it's literally the same?? His moon is in Capricorn. I'm a Capricorn rising and mine is in Pisces moon in D9 and this man is a Pisces rising?? Tf?? 🤯🤯

⚖️ A debilitated sun represents bad relationships with their father. Sun represents the father in the chart. In my personal observation, fathers or even people who can represent father figures in the libra sun's life (older brothers, uncles) can be hypocritical, take advantage of them or cannot be dependent on for any kind of support. One of the hardest placements fr.

🔅 If your darkaraka has another planet in the same house, your spouse can also have similar qualities of this planet. For eg., sun dk with mercury in the same house means that yes, your partner will be famous or has ego (sun qualities) but can also have "younger" or childlike qualities or they may be younger to you (mercury qualities).

👁️ Neptune first house = big doe eyes (no matter which zodiac).

👩‍💻 It is said that having a stellium in the 11th house can attract online stalking behaviour and it's true 🥲 . I have an 11th house stellium (sun + mercury + pluto) and I've had so many fake accounts and dating profiles made of me that I've given up trying to get them reported. I'll report one account and find another one. Aaaaa 😭 truly annoying.

🌹 Want to know the ideal time to meet a potential partner? Check your 7th house zodiac. When venus or jupiter comes in this sign, this is when you're likely to find romantic interests. I found out that my first relationship was when jupiter was in cancer (my 7th house lord) and I mostly bumped into my boyfriends when venus is in cancer.

🛌 4th house synastry is literally so comforting? You can be the coldest person and still be dreaming of building a home together with this person once they walk into your life

🌟 Weirdly enough, I've noticed that when people have Saturn + jupiter conjunction in whichever house they come across as super assured about those house's themes. If it's in the first house, the native is sure of himself. In the third house, they can be sure of their communication skills and be pretty blunt.

🦋 Libra 10th house, libra 1st house and venus doms: their obsession to be put together in public needs to be studied.

🤑 If you are born in 1997, there is a huge chance that Jupiter is in its debilitation zodiac in your chart (jupiter was in Capricorn that year). So here's two ways the debilitation can be cancelled.

1) Check your D9 chart. If Jupiter is exalted there or is sitting with another exalted planet, the debilitation of your natal chart gets cancelled

2) check if Saturn was in Pisces (which it was mostly that year). Pieces is jupiter's zodiac and capricorn is Saturn's. They are sitting in each other's zodiac according to vedic astrology, making something called parivartan yog. In Parivartan yog, these planets become almost exalted, debilitation gets cancelled and the houses they are in, becomes important. The parivartan yog is always better if none of these planets are in the 6th, 8th or 12th house though. I think the luckiest placement here would be jupiter in 9th, saturn in 11th.

👊 Aries venus men? Why are y'all attracted to women who literally berate you, playfully beat you up and are mean to you??

🍑 I'm sorry but if you are going to involve yourself with a libra woman, know that more often than not, you're going to be "manipulated". This is because a libra woman thinks of manipulation as diplomacy or even a way of getting her way. This doesn't mean it's always negative. Libras understand that manipulation is sometimes done for the other person's good. My best friend is a libra and when I was underweight, she switched from serving me food from a small plate to a larger one to "manipulate" me to eat larger portions of food (more food looks less on larger plates) and I think it's so sweet 🥺❤️. They understand that forcing people to see a perspective is wrong so they try to not come across as forceful. They truly are diplomats of the zodiac.

❤️‍🔥 The 8th house also represents your hidden fears. In my case, I have a lilith there in leo. This sometimes manifests as icking out against leo and scorpio men. I may find them visually appealing but their traits piss me off so much.

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ walk him like a dog - 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

（ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋����𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀

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landonorris replied to your story

landonorris cmon babylove 💔

charles_leclerc replied to your story

Just let him have this one

lilymhe replied to your story

the hand placement??? 👁️👁️

↳ yn you don’t wanna know how many times i tried to move it

hearts4lando replied to your story

this is so cute

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story

I want what you and lando have

↳ yn don’t even 😭

georgerussell63 replied to your story

Lando texted and said “bro she hasn’t moved my hand in a 3 minutes you think that means something??” 🤦‍♀️

carlossainz55 replied to your story

JUST DATE ALREADY PLEASE

francisca.cgomes replied to your story

yet you still accepted to proposal when alex said “you and lando wanna go on a double date tomorrow?”

↳ yn who’s side are you on kika? 😔

alex_albon replied to your story

i know puppy love still exists because lando exists

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maxfewtrell replied to your story

you’re like her little puppy dog

↳ landonorris idc as long as im hers

yn replied to your story

stop this madness

↳ landonorris girl you know you like it

francisca.cgomes replied to your story

absolutely down bad

↳ landonorris always for her

charles_leclerc replied to your story

No photo credit?

↳ landonorris no you kept call me her little bitch the whole time…

↳ charles_leclerc Did I lie?

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f1wags Lando Norris and Yn were see getting cozy on the beach earlier today, what do we think about this? 👀

estiebestie NOT LANDO LIKING THIS 💀💀

yn NO NO NO LET ME TELL ME SOMETHING

⤷ landonorris do tell

⤷ yn ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR

hoeforsainzzz UHM HIS HAND HELLO?

lovely.leclerc friends definitely don’t get that touchy with each other 🫣

⤷ landowantrizz and they definitely don’t look at each other that 🤨

landolovesyn this is the norm for them 😭

beloved.hamilton stop that’s so cute 🥹

estiebestie the matching swim suits bruh 😭😭

sharls_lerklerk shes the nonchalant, wears the pants in the relationship, in between black swan & white swan, knows she can get whatever she wants out of him gf and he’s the chalant, will do whatever she says, puppy dog, putty in her hand with one look, can never say no, baby girl bf

⤷ yn no 👎🏽🚫🙅🚮

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daniel3.jpg to feed your soul

landonorris my girl

⤷ yn no stop

yn delete this now

⤷ landonorris cmon babylove you know you want me as bad as i want you

⤷ hearts4lando HELLO? lando norris is the standard

lilymhe what’s that thing doing with me kika and alex’s girl??

⤷ francisca.cgomes little lando thinks he can bag our girl 🤣🤣

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux he just doesn’t know when to quit

⤷ yn i know where home is 😘

⤷ charles_leclerc hello??

⤷ alex_albon i can’t do this anymore.

⤷ pierregasly tell me about it

charlesismyman69 HAND PLACEMENT IS EVERYTHINGGGG 🫦

estiebestie 1 AND 3???? LANDO NORRIS YOU SLUT

landolovesyn they act like a couple but yn is playing SO HARD to get 😭

⤷ daniel3.jpg he’s playing the long game

ethereal.yn i’m patiently waiting for lando to just hard launch one of these days (im going insane i can’t wait any longer i will explode)

⤷ landonorris same

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landonorris

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landonorris my girl, my girl, my girl ♥️ this one goes out to all you bitches that doubted me, that said i could never get someone as beautiful as yn, that told me to move on, that said i could never get her, to everyone who ever called me lando norizz i hope you bitches are weeping right now.

yn damn

⤷ landonorris you know your blushing right now don’t even

♥︎ by yn

danielricciardo Bro got the girl

⤷ oscarpiastri After 4 years

⤷ carlossainz 4 years of yappin about her

hearts4lando ik lando already bought that ring 😭

⤷ lando.norizz he’s probably had it for a few years now let’s be honest

estiebestie LANDO NORRIS YOU DOWNBAD SLUT

pierregasly getting freaky on the main?

⤷ landonorris always

landolovesyn MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED 🙏🏽

sharls_leclercussy just fell to my knees in the middle of walmart

⤷ landonorris same

littlelandonorris lando norris the man that you are

landowantsrizz the second picture HELLOOO? 😭

⤷ lilac.leclerc the second picture? WHAT ABOUT THE FIRST PICTURE???

sharls_lerklerk i’ve been here since they first met at silverstone 😭

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yn

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yn my little bitch, forever & always babygirl ♥️

landonorris it’s like your life goal is to make me look like a fan

⤷ yn are you not my little bitch?

⤷ landonorris i’m whatever you want me to be baby

⤷ yn that’s what i thought

lilymhe 🐕🐕🐕

francisca.cgomes can’t believe this man child took my woman

⤷ landonorris I WON

alexandrasaimtmleux So cute…I guess

landonorris damn girl why your feet so sexy 🫦😘🤤🍆🍑

carlossainz55 I thought you two getting together would mean he would finally shut up about you…I thought wrong.

⤷ oscarpiastri You think you have it bad?

ynissocutiepatootie y/n heard “walk em like a dog” once and took it to another level

hoeforsainzzz lando norris is the definition of dedication

landocanrockmyworld i love how she makes him look so tall

ynownsme y/n y/l/n you will always be famous 😭

[writingunderneathawillow]

everything works out in the end (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: yours and bucky’s relationship is one fight away from being over. at least that’s what it feels like. when he is offered a glimpse of the future, he gets to see you and discovers that not all hope is lost. mcu timeline placement: post thunderbolts* content warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, relationship troubles/anxiety, reckless driving (don’t do it), grumpy!bucky, yearning, fluff, no use of y/n, bucky’s pov, brief thunderbolts and bob appearance, will be edited later, so just ignore any mistakes word count: 2.4k a/n: haven’t written anything good in a month but i guess i’m back :) also the angstier version is coming soon (i hope! I’m feeling a little blue so i choose to cope by making y/n’s life hard)

Bucky’s chest heaved as he slammed the door behind him. Regret filled him immediately, but he kept walking. Down the corridor, out of your apartment building and onto the street. He stopped for a few seconds to peer up at your window and a cold iron ring settled around his chest. The curtains were drawn but he could have sworn he saw the fabric move. He guessed that you were watching, waiting to see if he would come back. The two of you had been fighting for weeks now. About everything, anything. His work, the risks he was taking, his disagreement with Sam. You weren’t necessarily not on his side, but you kept urging the two of them to talk, to find a way to get along and it was driving him insane. So, you argued. And he yelled back. And you called him an idiot. And he slammed the door. He didn’t feel ready to go back and talk it out with you, so instead he brought his bike to life and drove off, ignoring the speed limit and street signs. The howl of the motor wasn’t loud enough to drown out his thoughts, replaying the argument over and over again, and neither was the grinding of his teeth.  When he arrived at the Watchtower, his jaw hurt from the strain.  He parked the bike and had to physically stop himself from kicking it in frustration. He didn’t want to fight with you; he didn’t want to be angry with you. It was killing him to see the two of you on different standpoints.  The constant arguing was getting to him, settling deep in his stomach and not quite letting go, even after reconciling with you. It was as if you two were stuck in an endless circle of disagreements and then making it up to each other. It ate away at you, too. He saw it. In the way you sighed when he came back after a fight, or in the bags under your eyes after either one of you sleeping on the couch.  A few more hairs in his beard had lost their colour, and when he looked in the mirror, he saw a few more pronounced lines between his eyebrows. Disagreeing with you was threatening to make him look closer to his actual age.  The idea that one day you wouldn’t hear him out anymore, wouldn’t let him apologise or would refuse to say sorry for your own harsh words, haunted the back of his mind. That one day, you might decide to break his heart into a million pieces, for the better of both of you; it lingered. It ate him alive. 

The elevator dinged chirpily as the doors slid open to reveal Walker, Yelena and Ava sitting together in the common area, sharing a bowl of snacks while watching the news. Well, only really John was watching – Yelena and Ava were stacking chips on his head while he was absolutely absorbed in the military documentary playing on screen. “You’re back!” Alexei’s voice boomed through the room, and despite Bucky’s more than solid form, the Soviet’s Supersoldier clap on his shoulder sent him staggering a few feet forward. Yelena’s head whipped to them and even from the distance, Bucky saw the knowing look on her face.  He hated that he had a tell – and even more so that she knew it – for when he fought with you. John’s attention was momentarily captivated by Bucky’s return and the chips tumbled down onto the couch which elicited a sign from Ava.

“Oh, oh, why the long face?” Alexei asked, as he took in Bucky’s appearance and Yelena chortled.  “Trouble in paradise, again?” She teased while grabbing a chip from Walker’s collar, throwing it in the air and then catching it with her mouth. Bucky grunted some non-committal sound and strode past them, heading for his room. “Come on, you have to tell us all about your troubles. I know much about relationships,” Alexei called after him and Bucky wished he didn’t have supersoldier hearing when he picked up Yelena’s response.

“Which relationship is it that’s troubling you? You and the missus or you and Sam?” “We’re all fine,” he grunted and then disappeared into his room, planning on hiding there until his statement came true.  Not five minutes later, a knock sounded at his door.  “Jesus wept,” Bucky whispered to himself and got up, opening the door with more vigour than necessary.  Bob stood there, an anxious smile on his lips as if he wasn’t sure if his presence was appreciated or not (- it wasn’t). “I know I’m probably the last person you wanna ask about relationship advice-,” he began, and Bucky cut him off. “Yeah, you got that right.” Bob gave him a short apologetic glance but then continued. “All I wanna say is that maybe not all hope is lost,” he insisted but Bucky interrupted him again. “’Cause it isn’t. Never said it was.” “Right, but you look like she ran over your grandma and then danced on her grave, man. Listen, maybe I’m not the best person to go to with problems like this but the last time someone almost broke up with me, I took a nap and then talked it out with hi- them, uh, once I felt calmer.” “We’re not gonna break up,” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.  Bob nodded quickly. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m just saying, give it time. Get some sleep. Not that you need it or have to listen to me or whatever. Just… things usually get better when you take a nap.” Bucky stared at him disbelievingly, then sighed.

“Fine, I’ll take a nap,” he mumbled. He probably would have agreed to whatever Bob said in order to make him go away so that he could lick his wounds in peace. Bob’s face lit up slightly and he gave him a quick smile before retreating. Bucky let the door fall shut with a little more force than needed. Still, he found himself wanting to follow the other man’s advice and settled down on his bed reluctantly. He was exhausted, mentally and physically but still he didn’t find peace immediately. Instead, he grabbed his phone, opened the messages app and clicked on your contact info. For a few seconds his finger hovered over the call button. Your contact picture – one that he had taken not too long ago – smiled up at him, tearing at his heartstrings in both longing and wounded pride.  “Goddammit,” he whispered and locked his phone again, discarding of it on his nightstand where one of your necklaces lay as well. Dread washed through him at the sight of it. Bucky still felt too angry to reach out, not wanting to make things worse than they already were with comments thrown out in an emotion induced state.  “Can’t believe Bob’s fucking right,” he murmured and closed his eyes, praying that sleep would come to claim him quickly.

He woke with his senses on high alert. Something was off and it raised the hair in the back of his neck.  Within milliseconds, he sat up straight in bed, scanning the room. The air was lighter, and sunbeams filtered through the curtains, giving everything a golden glow. Had he slept through the entire night? How the hell did he- wait. Curtains? Bucky practically jumped out of bed, running over to his window.  Now, he was a man with priorities. Functionality, cleanliness and stability. He had a solid bedframe, a tall wardrobe and an organised desk, the only clutter in his room a few books and worn picture frames. Never in his life had he bought curtains. Or a vanity table. That specific piece of furniture adorned the wall opposite of the door, standing there as if it belonged. Two small scratches were carved into the wooden flooring next to it, seemingly proving that someone had tried to rearrange the layout of it without the needed strength. “What the hell?” Bucky murmured to himself as he took in the rest of his room. Pieces of clothing were splayed across a fuzzy chair that he had never seen before in his life. As he picked up one of the shirts, dizziness hit him. It smelled like you.  He swayed on his feet, threatening to stumble back against the wall as panic gripped his chest.  What is going on? He lunged towards the door and would have ripped it open, if the pictures on the wall hadn’t caught his attention. It was a collection of polaroids, hung up in a specific order. Two of them he recognised, even though to his knowledge, they were supposed to be in his wallet.  The furthest one left was the first picture of you two ever taken. Outside the tower, you curled up into his side, shielding your eyes against the sun while holding onto him. His arm wrapped around you and a not quite serious, not quite happy expression plastered across his face. That had been eight months ago, when you had met the team for the first time. Afterwards, Alexei had insisted on taking a polaroid of the two of you (“To make you never forget this great day!”). The other one with which he was familiar, was one he had stood behind the camera for, himself.  It showed you wearing Bucky’s leather jacket, and half of his metal arm was in the frame as well. You had reached out for it, trying to get him into the picture, too, but he had been quicker, snapping the polaroid to only display you, a bright smile and eyes full of love as you had called out to him to join you.  A shiver ran through Bucky as he stared at the other pictures. There were more than twenty, hung up in four neat lines. It was clearly a timeline of your relationship, some posed, others clearly taken in the moment, and his heart dropped as his eyes arrived at the last picture.

His photograph-self was on one knee, holding a velvet box, while you had your hands flung across your mouth, the shock and joy on your face obvious even despite the image’s terrible resolution. Sam stood in the back corner, a proud smile on his face as he looked at whoever had taken the picture.  Bucky’s head was spinning. He must be dreaming. The fight with you had taken over his subconscious and now he was dreaming of a future of you because he didn’t want to lose you.  Like a cartoon character, he pinched his arm. And felt the pain. You can’t feel any pain in your dreams. He knew that. So, he pinched harder. And it hurt.  “What the fuck?” He mumbled, slapping himself once. His cheek stung. He held his breath until he almost passed out. Ok, so not dreaming. Maybe he had rolled out of bed and hit his head real hard, causing him to hallucinate. Or maybe he was dead and this was heaven.  Yeah, that didn’t make sense; he had survived falling hundreds of feet off a train so dropping onto his hardwood floor in his sleep would surely not send him beyond the pearly gates. And then he heard it. Your voice. He would know it anywhere, in life, in death and in whatever messed up situation he found himself in now. The sound ghosted through the closed door like it was beckoning to him, asking him to find his way to you.  His fist closed around the doorknob, pulling it open in a slow trance. The sound of your voice grew louder, and he recognised the song you were singing along to.  Desperation grabbed him. He had to see you. So, he stepped forward, following your voice and it led him to the kitchen of the tower.  Before walking around the corner, Bucky paused. He still didn’t know what was going on. If this was real or if it was some kind of co-dependency induced vision; his mind was theoretically cleared by Shuri but who knew? Maybe he was truly starting to lose it.  As his thoughts spiralled, he didn’t hear the footsteps closing in on him.  You almost bumped into him, eyes wide with shock and then the skin next to them crinkled softly as you smiled at him. “Hi, baby,” you greeted him, “I was just coming to wake you.” You reached out for him, your right hand coming up to his face to brush your knuckles across his cheek. It was such a familiar gesture, one that you had gifted him a million times before. Still, he could have dropped to his knees as you reached out for him. And that’s when he saw it, the ring sparkling on your ring finger. The one, that he had put there – apparently. Or was going to.  He didn’t know how he knew but he did. This was not a dream, not a vision born from injury, insanity or mind control.  This was his future. This was a promise. For once the universe seemed to be on his side, allowing him this brief glimpse, telling him it was going to be alright. Everything would work out. “Hi,” he rasped and leaned into your touch. The second his skin connected with yours, a smile spread across his face. You looked at him with a mix of adoration and concern.  “You feeling okay, baby?” You asked, resting your hand on his forehead. He nodded immediately and like the love drunk fool he was, he would have done anything to prevent you from worrying about him – or anything at all ever again. “Yeah, I just missed you,” he whispered. 

He woke with a jolt, sitting up as straight as a candle in bed. It was dark in his room. There were no sunlit curtains, no vanity desk and no polaroids on the wall.  He reached for his phone and looked at the time. Barely an hour had passed since he had fallen asleep.  Set on a mission to not spend a second more than necessary without going to you and pleading for your forgiveness, he got to his feet and pocketed his phone.  He was already halfway out the building when he almost sent Bob to the floor with the force of his walk.  “Sorry,” he called out but then stopped himself from stepping into the elevator. He turned to face Bob and pulled him into a hug. “I fucking love you, Bob. You were right. A nap was all it took.”

He left the other man standing there, looking absolutely flabbergasted and slightly flushed.  Bucky pressed the elevator’s button and wondered how many traffic laws he could break on his way to you in order to shorten the amount of time spent apart from you.

thank you for reading :) gentle reminder that likes are more than appreciated but comments and reblogs make the dream work

[starie-leo]

Astro Observations 6 (?)

I haven't done a post like this in a long time so I forgot what number I'm on.

⋆˙⟡ — taurus mars can stay motivated by thinking about how much they can relax and enjoy their rewards afterwards

⋆˙⟡ — your lifelong/long term friends or at least your behavior/relation with them can also be represented by your 7H because in a way you are committed to them. Childhood friends may be represented by 3H too.

⋆˙⟡ — I feel like 8H mars in solar returns or 8H placements in general in solar return can be an indicator of privacy invasions

idk I've had this placement in my solar return for 3 years now and each time it got worse

⋆˙⟡ — libra placements have 12H virgo in derivative so they always fear making the wrong choice or saying the wrong things which is why to others they end up looking indecisive/confused and "fake"

⋆˙⟡ — I noticed I become popular online very quickly when I'm mysterious but I rarely become known when people know me (as in know my name and everything).

I have 12H venus (my chart ruler), and 10H ruler in 4H 😔.

⋆˙⟡ — 5H ruler in 12H or 12H venuses like may feel we're falling behind, lonely or unlucky in love/romance because most times we can't see our own admirers (the aversion is just strong as hell 😭)

⋆˙⟡ — a lot of nepo babies have decan II Aries placement which is called "The Crown" and is associated with

coincidentally this decan also entirely falls in the revati nakshatra in vedic which claire nakti associated with nepo babies if I'm not wrong

⋆˙⟡ — wondering if 1st decan leo placements can experience being cheated on since this decan is associated with Hephaestus 

this decan falls in pushya nak in vedic which also has themes of cheating in its mythology

⋆˙⟡ — Saturn exalts in the second decan of libra which is double Saturn ruled

I say double Saturn ruled because this decan is ruled by Saturn in both chaldean and triplicity decan systems

⋆˙⟡ — something that I think is not talked about enough is how Venus represents victories.

⋆˙⟡ — both moon and Venus can represent your relationship with your mom, hence why they both can show your relationship with women in general. Venus can signify mothers for day chart and moon can signify mothers for night chart

⋆˙⟡ — similarly sun and Saturn both represent your relationship with your father. Sun can signify fathers in a day chart and Saturn can signify fathers in a night chart. sun aspects can also show what your father and your parents' relationship was like when you were born

I've noticed many people with sun-moon opposition had parents that got divorced. People with sun-moon inconjunction didn't always have divorced parents but the parents were always on the verge of it. Sun-Saturn people often had a distant or absent father in some way.

⋆˙⟡ — similar to how vedic astrology uses the moon as a secondary ascendant, i.e. chandra lagna, traditional tropical astrology uses lot of fortune (LOF) as a secondary ascendant

not really an observation but it's a fun synchronicity that in tropical my chart ruler is in 12H but when I use LOF as my asc the ruler is in 10H and in vedic my chart ruler is in 10H but the lunar chart ruler is in 12H

⋆˙⟡ — I feel like a lot of us don't realize that whether a relationship will work out or not depends a lot on transits too and I mean both natal transits and composite transits

⋆˙⟡ — Uranus was in gemini when it was discovered and was making an opposition to both mars and Saturn and a square to sun

it's also so funny to me that Uranus was discovered on accident and electromagnetism was also discovered on accident/suddenly and then uranus rules both electromagnetism and suddenness

⋆˙⟡ — wondering what's in charts of "pick-me"/"male-centered" or even anti-feminist women especially the aspects since I know a lot of people say libra placements but as a libra rising I've never been like that or maybe it's just my capricorn moon

Pearl Davis, for example, has a libra venus conjunct north node, but it also opposites her rx aries saturn (not a very close aspect tho) and has either a leo or virgo moon. I'm leaning towards virgo with how critical she is of other women and also because then she'd also have a tight moon-mars conjunction, indicating her bad experience with other women and feminine topics. Also feel free to reblog with other placements/aspects that you notice in charts of women like this cause unfortunately (or fortunately) for me I don't really hang out with people like this so I don't know their charts.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ that's all I have for now byee

[loveemagicpeace]

Astro Notes

Scorpio & Virgo moon have the most difficult relationship with their mother and are usually critical. With Virgo moon, the mother is very critical and can make you feel like you are never enough and often compares you to relatives. And gives examples of how others are better than you. It can also be a mother who is a little possessive or strange. With Scorpio moon, the mother can be possessive, secretive. Maybe she wants to control you or tell you what's good for you in life. A relationship with her can be intense.

People with capricorn sun and rising their face, facial features, stand out a lot, also the jawline is very visible. They have very prominent bones. So when you look at them you can immediately see that they have a Capricorn. And many times their moon is not so noticeable on their face. Especially if they have a water moon, it is sometimes almost unnoticeable.

People with cancer and gemini in their chart are very goofy. Their moods can change quickly and they can go from laughing to crying. They like to do multiple things in a day and tend to be more introverted by nature. They like to make the most of their time at home and focus on themselves.

Aries placements mixed with 12th house -You can be very independent and self-centered. Know how to be yourself and enjoy your own company without feeling bad. It feels like you're floating above the clouds.

Mars in 12th house maybe you didn't notice it as much as you did as a child, but as you grow up, you can do a lot of things on your own and rely on yourself. Especially if you have Mars in a fire sign, you can find out a lot about yourself and your energy. Energetically, you can feel very good about yourself. When you are with yourself you can feel a calm and peaceful energy within yourself. Many things that you never imagined doing alone, you start to really enjoy over the years, for example: going for a coffee alone, going for a walk alone, enjoying the sea, writing by the sea, even traveling can be very enjoyable. Aries mars -When you are alone, you discover who you really are and you can connect deeply with your own energy. Leo mars-When you're alone, you can find out where you really shine and how you feel most seen, doing hobbies that make you happy. Sagittarius mars-When you are alone, you can discover what you truly believe in and you can find faith in yourself and a new path.

9th house placements people - They can find meaning in life through travel. Many times they can find a higher self and optimism through bad times. They can impart a lot of knowledge to others and can be very good motivators, teachers. They have a lot of knowledge and are very intelligent. Wise people who will always impart a lot of knowledge and advice to you that you will think about a lot. Very smart people, and they know how to impart knowledge and advice in such a way that when you talk to them you get a new perspective on yourself and life itself.

Moon and Mars they differ in what you need emotionally and where you energetically want to be and actually act. The moon is your safe space, your comfort zone, and where you feel very good. And what do you do to feel better emotionally. It can sometimes also represent an escape from the real world. But things are felt from within, the moon is really the most hidden planet - something you don't share with everyone. Also how you subconsciously feel and how you deal with emotions. Mars represents how you get things done and how your energy will manifest. Your response to your surroundings and how you will show your energy to others. Mars shows your response to conflict, anger, joy, sadness, pain.

You will get along best with the person whose Venus and Mars fall in open houses. This applies to friendships, partnerships - all relationships. Because Venus represents the kind of relationship you have, how you express love, or your general attitude towards each other (what you value and how you value things). When you and a person have a similar or identical love language, it's much easier. Mars indicates the energy between you and how you give it, where you give it. You will be interested in the same things and the energy between you will not be so draining. For ex.: mars in sagittarius in 12th house -You like to put your energy into things that bring you peace, joy, optimism, passion and at the same time spirituality. A feeling of calmness (that you are somewhere and you just exist). The person with mars in gemini in 11th house can quickly drain your energy because you will feel that the person is too much on all sides and that they are giving too much energy through mentality, socializing. The person with mars in taurus in 8th house could make you feel like sometimes you can only be in silence and enjoy the moment.

When Saturn moves into your 7th house your perspective on relationships changes a lot and you start to value completely different things than you did before. You start looking much more for stability and a relationship that you know will be serious and that you will feel good in. But it can also translate into loneliness and alienation from people. You can quickly feel lonely around people.

Saturn represents what you lack, what you fear, and where you are doing better over the years.What improves in your adult years. Saturn in Aries- Your mission is to find yourself, stand up for yourself (your desires, needs), show your energy outwardly without fear. To confidently approach problems and things and to present yourself in a courageous light. Choose yourself and not others. Saturn in Taurus -You have to find beauty and value within yourself, don't compare yourself to others. Saturn in Scorpio- Here are the things in your life that could be darker. You can also have a weird relationship with the unknown. There is also usually a bit of paranoia that  comes with this placement.

Venus in Capricorn is very tricky Venus, because you want a serious relationship and a partner with whom you can build and create a beautiful, pleasant relationship, you don't really demand much and you can be non-judgmental of partners. But you are often disappointed and hurt and this can lead to you closing yourself off and becoming sensitive, cautious. Many times it can also happen that you are rejected and that you are not chosen one. When true love comes, it can take a long time to let the person in. Many times they propose things (as a kind of "contract" that they make in a relationship with another person) but many times it happens that they then want to change things. Especially when they want things to be easy then suddenly they feel that they still want something serious. They will never want " fun things" even if they say so at the beginning, they actually want something different but it takes time for them and they want to build something with the person.

Taurus often owns a house or apartment. They are also very driven to create a life that is stable. Many Taurus are naturally attracted to the countryside. They usually always have a garden at home - they like to be surrounded by plants. In their free time, they like to watch their favorite series and meet up with friends for lunch. They value comfort.

Cancers like to spend time at home and close to people they know. Many Cancers live in the country or somewhere with a more peaceful environment and they don’t like too much stress, people and crowds. They like a place that is stable, comfortable and emotional. They also like to live in places that are connected to history and like to live by the water. Many Cancers collect antiques or historical items.

Leos always create a home they are proud of and add things that make their home shine. They also sometimes have the need to show off. They like to have the things they have - only they have them or to decorate a home with them, making it shinier than others. Sometimes they can be competitive with people for what they have and want to have something better than others. They like bright colors at home because too many neutral colors can make them depressed. They want their home to be as vibrant as possible. They do not tolerate poverty well.

-Rebekah💗🌊

[spidercatweb]

Your Embrace and My Collapse ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: fem!bau!reader, migraine!reid, angst, hurt/comfort, tiny bit of fluff at the end, established relationship, Spencer is snippy and a little mean but it's because of migraine, Spencer yells at reader, reader is sad for a bit, non-specific case details, mentions of women being murdered, a hint of misogyny from a suspect, one single swear word, umm nothing else I don't think? lmk if so. this is set in s6 :)

Description: Spencer has a migraine, he yells at r when it gets too overwhelming, he regrets this later, calling to apologize.

Word Count: 3.1k

Request: Hi! First off I loveee your blog!! Second off could I get a spencer reid x fem!reader where they r having an argument about literally anything and then a lot of spencer groveling? thanks for considering

A/n: thank you sm for the request, anon!! I am just now realizing that what happens in this isnt much of an argument 😬, but i quite like how it turned out. I hope you enjoy!! <3 Is it obvious i got carried away w this one?

After four years of working with Spencer, and nearly two years of dating him, it wasn't surprising that you were the first to notice that something was wrong. 

The past few days, Spencer hadn't gone on as many long rambles as usual. Maybe he was just tired this week, cases have been very time consuming lately. Not that they usually aren't.

You figured out what was wrong when you saw him squeeze his eyes shut and rub them with the base of his palms. Three times in an hour. Unusual. 

After the team finished delivering the profile for the current case, you took a moment to pull him aside. 

"Are you feeling okay?" Concern in your voice, you reached gently for his hand. 

He pulled away. "Yeah, I'm fine." His face scrunched up, he shut his eyes tightly and his nose crinkled up. You'd find it cute if it wasn't obvious he was in pain. He pressed into the bridge of his nose with two fingers,clearly trying to ease a headache.

"Okay," you gave him a small smile and nod, "let me know if you need anything, I've got Advil in my bag." 

"I know, thank you." He made an effort to return your smile.

"Reid, Y/l/n, we've got a lead. Garcia's about to fill everyone in." Hotch's commanding voice cut through the calm, quiet bubble around the two of you. 

The team filed into the briefing room of the BAU. Thankfully, the case was local. You were glad to be in a familiar place. 

Garcia was already seated at the small round table, tapping away on her laptop. You sat down next to Spencer, Prentiss sat on your other side.

"Lovelies, we have a small problem. I've found two men who almost exactly fit our profile."

"We'll bring both of them in for questioning, then. What do we know about them, Garcia?" Hotch directs the attention back to her.

"I was just about to tell you that, sir. First up, we've got Landon Adams, 27 years old. His childhood was... less than nice. Plenty of trips to the hospital, poor thing. Lots of injuries consistent with abuse. And I'm assuming everything going on at home was related to the multiple reports of violence towards his fellow students at school. Multiple suspensions, and he was expelled from his highschool." She takes a quick moment to switch the information on her screen.

"Second guy, Cole Parker, 29 years old. Similar childhood to Adams. Frequent hospital trips for supposed accidents, bad behaviour at school, suspensions, an expulsion. Oh and get this! They both work in construction! Different companies, though."

"Do we have home addresses and places of work?" Rossi chimes in.

"We do, sir, I've already sent them to you all." Garcia smiles proudly, always one step ahead.

"Thank you, Garcia. Alright, Prentiss, Morgan. You two go to Adams' home. Rossi and JJ, you go to his workplace. Seaver and I will go to Parker’s home. Y/l/n and Reid, you two go to his workplace." 

Everyone nods at Hotch as they receive their placements. The team splits up accordingly, each pair heading to a different SUV. Exiting the Quantico building, you see Spencer wince at the brightness of the sun. You sigh quietly. You don't like seeing him in pain, but you have a job to do. You'll talk more later.

The car ride is quiet. You drive, Spencer sits in the passenger seat. The silence isn't exactly comfortable, but it isn't awkward. You roll down his window just a little, to give him the fresh air he so obviously needs. You take the time to theorize about the suspect. Will he even be at work? Will he run? Put up a fight? You hope not.

As you pull into the small, gravel parking lot of the construction company, you sit for a moment to prepare yourself to talk to whoever is managing the place. In your experience, people in this line of work aren't often eager to talk to FBI agents. You look over at Spencer, he must have put on his sunglasses when you weren't paying attention. He now looks a little less irritated without the sun in his eyes. Good. 

You gently place a hand on Spencer’s knee, catching his attention. “You ready to go?” 

He brushes his hand over yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Yep.”

You both step out of the car into the bright sun. The sunlight reflects off of tiny, glistening specks in the gravel, and right into your eyes. You squint as you head to the front entrance of the building alongside Spencer, now wishing you’d also brought your sunglasses.

The inside of the building is similar to the outside. Concrete, dusty, smelling strongly of diesel. You noticed how Spencer scrunched up his nose at the pungent scent. 

The only other person inside is an older man who introduces himself as Mark, the manager of the building. 

“You two are FBI? Really? Well what are you two doin’ out here?”

You ignore the man’s questioning of your authority. “We’re here to ask you a few questions about one of your employees, Cole Parker?”

“Ah. Well, he called in sick today, and I’m not one to judge, but he didn’t sound very sick on the phone. If you ask me, he’s ditching work to be with that new girlfriend of his.”

“Girlfriend?” Spencer asks. He glances over to you, the unsub had been killing young women. If Cole Parker was your guy, this new girlfriend of his could be in danger.

“Yeah. He’s been yammerin’ on about her for the past week. Her name is Carol… or Christine? Somethin’ like that. Hard to keep up. He gets tired of em’ fast.”

Interesting.

“Have you noticed any shifts in his behavior lately? Short temper, violent outbursts, things like that?”

“Hm. Y’know I’m really not sure, I’m not around him long enough to notice. Might be better to ask some of the guys. I can give you the address of the site they’re workin’ if you’d like.” He offers.

Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose again, his vision beginning to blur. “We’ve already got two other agents headed there right now, but thank you.” 

The man notices Spencer’s clear discomfort, “You alright?”

“Yeah. Fine, thanks.” He runs his hands through his hair anxiously, further tousling his already messy curls.

“Thank you for your cooperation, sir.” You hand him a card with your work phone number, “Please call me if you remember any important details about Cole.”

He puts the card into his shirt pocket. “Of course. Have a nice day, you two.” 

As you both exit the building, Spencer stops right outside the door, running his hands over his face with a sigh.

You turn to look at him with concern. “Spence-”

“I just need a minute. I’m fine. I’ll meet you in the car.” His eyes are squeezed shut as he faces the ground, rubbing his temples.

You respond with a quiet “okay”, and silently head back to the car, where you wait for him. You put the air conditioning on blast as you pull out your phone to call Hotch.

“Hotchner.” He answers quickly.

“Did you and Seaver find Cole?”

“Yes, we’re just about to bring him in for questioning. How’s it going over there?”

“His boss told us that he can’t keep a girlfriend for too long, always switching between girls. He didn’t notice any other odd behaviors though. We’re just about to leave.” You spot Spencer walking over to the car.

“Alright, thanks. See you at the precinct.” He hangs up the call.

Spencer slides into the passenger’s seat, looking slightly calmer than before. “Who was that?” 

“Hotch. Him and Seaver are bringing Cole Parker in for questioning.” You turn the air conditioning down a little, so it’s still cool but not as loud, not as irritating for Spencer.

“Good.” 

***

Spencer leans his head back on his seat and closes his eyes. The drive back is just as silent as the drive there. By the time you get to the police precinct, Spencer is half asleep. He opens his eyes slowly. Squinting at the light coming through the windshield, he turns his head towards you.

“Hi.” You huff out a small laugh, earning a small quirk of his lips. “Feeling a little better?”

“Mm.” He sighs with a nod, “a little, I’ll be fine.”

You reach over and comb your fingers through his hair, he leans into your touch. You fix a few stray hairs that stick out, then give him a peck on his cheek. “Let’s go.”

***

The lights in the precinct are bright, filled with the chatter of nosy police officers. They flock around the team as you all enter with both suspects. Hotch and Rossi take on the task of interrogating, with the rest of the team on standby if needed. You stand behind the two-way mirror with Seaver and Reid. You listen intently to every word, you note mannerisms, you profile. That is your job after all.

Cole is becoming frustrated after only thirty minutes of interrogation. Hotch stays calm and collected as Cole’s volume rises. 

“I’m telling you! I was nowhere near there! I was out with some guys from work. Ask ‘em, they’ll tell you.”

“We did. They all had pretty different stories. We also got security camera feeds from the alley that night. Are you telling me that isn’t you?” Hotch slides a grainy photo across the table. The lighting is dark and the quality is less than ideal, but it’s clearly Cole in the photo.

He groans and mumbles something under his breath, “those bitches deserved it.”

“Pardon me?” Hotch prompts him to repeat himself.

“I said they deserved it! Every last one!” He yanks hard at the cuffs grounding him to the table, lunging at Hotch.

Hotch doesn’t move a muscle. “Alright, that’s enough.” He nods to the two officers standing at the back of the room. They move to restrain the man and bring him to a holding cell.

You look up at Spencer, who at first glance, seems fine, like he’s just thinking. But you notice his glassy eyes and flushed face. He tries to inconspicuously shield his eyes from the flickering fluorescent light above his head. Seaver notices this too, she gives you an “is he okay?” look, you give her a shrug and a worried look that says “I have no idea.” She exits the room to go check on Rossi and the others, leaving you and Reid alone.

You hover beside him, not wanting to worsen his pain any more. After a few moments of watching him silently suffer, you hear a sniffle. He’s crying. You get a sinking feeling in your chest, all you want is for him to be okay. 

“Spence,” you whisper. No response. “Do you want to sit down? I can get you some water,” you offer kindly. 

He shakes his head, massaging his temples again.

“Are you sure? The case is pretty much wrapped up. I’m sure Hotch wouldn’t mind.” Your voice stays soft, gentle.

He raises his voice “God, I’m fine! It’s fine! Nothing will help, just… Just stop trying to help me. I don’t need help.” You spot him wiping a tear from his face as he storms out of the room.

You don’t follow. Maybe he needs some time alone. You respect his wishes. You don’t help. Though you’d really, really like to. Instead, you follow Seaver’s trail to the second interrogation room where Rossi is still digging deep into the other suspect’s mind. You watch through the two-way mirror.

“Really, Landon? Were you really stopped on the side of that road for a nap? You were on your way home, weren’t you? Why not wait until you got back?”

“I was tired. I didn’t want to fall asleep at the wheel.”

“Alright. You’re sure you didn’t see anything suspicious? No … man lugging around a woman’s corpse? Burying her?”

“No, man! I was sleeping!” He throws his hands up in the air, as much as one can while cuffed to a table. He sighs defeatedly.

Hotch slides past you and into the interrogation room. He lets Rossi know that while he’d been interrogating, Cole Parker had fully confessed to the murders. He spared no detail, including  ones the police and FBI hadn’t yet shared with the public.

Rossi gives Landon a half-hearted apology and a pat on the back as the officers uncuff him.

***

You help Hotch to get a written confession from Cole, which takes longer than usual, because his handwriting skills aren’t exactly the best. But you sit in the room with him, waiting, as he drops the occasional rude comment directed towards you, his victims, or the police.

While sitting silently, you think about Spencer. You wonder if he’s okay. You think about what he said. He doesn’t need help from you. He doesn't want help from you. Leave him alone for once.

You shake the thought out of your head. He’s in pain. He didn’t mean it. This does little to ease the anxiety spinning in your mind.

“Hey, lady. I’m done writing.” He drops the pen down onto the metal table with just enough force to express his annoyance.

“Good. Did you sign it?” 

“Of course I did. What? Do you think I’m stupid or something?” He’s clearly looking for a fight.

Unamused, you respond. “No. I think you’re a serial killer with a severe lack of respect for women. I was just checking. A lot of people forget.” You slide the paper towards yourself and look it over before placing it into a file folder. You give a nod to the officers in the room and they take him away. You leave the room after them, meeting up with the rest of the team except Spencer, who’d reluctantly gone home per Hotch’s instruction. Thank goodness someone else noticed.

Hotch pulls you aside for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind if you left to help Reid. There’s not much left for us to do today anyway. You’re free to go.”

You hesitate. He doesn’t want help. He doesn’t need you. 

“Okay. Thanks Hotch.” You give him a faint smile as you go to grab your things.

***

Instead of heading to Spencer’s apartment, you go to yours. You want to check up on him, but don’t want to pain him with a blaring ringtone, and he was most likely staying away from screens, so he wouldn’t see a text. You keep him in your thoughts as you change out of your work clothes and settle down for the night. 

***

Spencer lies on his bed in complete darkness. At this point, the pain had brought him to tears. He hadn’t eaten anything due to the nausea looming in his stomach, which only made the headache worse.

He needed something. A distraction. Nothing loud. Nothing bright. Nothing that would irritate him further. He wanted you. He needed you.

He thinks back to what he said to you earlier. Why would I say that? Well, he knew why he said it. Scientifically. Higher sensitivity, more pain, more irritability, this leads to outbursts. He just wanted it to stop. He didn’t mean to yell at you.

He sighs, shifting to be face-down in his pillow. He just wants to feel okay. Why won’t it stop? What’s wrong with me? A pained whine escapes him as he decides to try to get some rest. 

***

Your phone’s ringtone pulls you out of your sleep. You grab it from your nightstand, checking the time first. Who’s calling me at 12:30am? Spencer. You answer with some hesitation, anxiety still whirrs in your mind, residue from hours ago. 

“Spence?”

“I really- I’m really sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it. And I know that’s not a good excuse but-” His voice is quieter than usual, strained.

“I know you didn’t mean it. You weren’t acting like… you. I was worried.”

“I said I didn’t need help but I’m um- really rethinking that right now. And I’d completely understand if you didn’t want to but um- could you maybe come over? I just really want someone here with me. I want you here with me.” 

You could tell from his voice that he was still hurting, he was scared. You get up without a second thought. 

“Of course, Spence. I’ll be right over.”

He sighs with relief. “Thank you.” 

***

Spencer hears the lock on his door click as you enter. He stays right where he is, in bed. 

You walk in as quietly as you can, leaving your shoes at the door and trying your best to navigate around in the dark. You nudge his bedroom door open and whisper a quiet “I’m here” as you spot the outline of him in his bed.

He sits up slowly with a small hum of acknowledgement. “Hi.” He reaches to turn on the lamp beside his bed.

“No, don’t, you don’t need to turn it on. It’s fine.” You reassure him. “Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Meds?”

“Both, please. Meds are on the kitchen counter.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in two seconds.” You head to the kitchen, spotting the meds once you turn on the lights. You fill a glass with ice, then water, grab the box of meds, then rush right back to Spencer’s room, turning off the kitchen lights as you leave.

You carefully hand him the glass of water, he thanks you, then takes a long sip. You hand him two tablets of his meds, and he swallows them with the water.

“You want to try to get some sleep?”

He nods, “Yeah, but these usually take about half an hour to kick in, hopefully they do kick in. I’ll probably be able to sleep then.” Your eyes have now adjusted to the dark, you can see him give you a small smile.

“You want me to stay?”

“I’d really like it if you did.”

“Alright, move over then.” You don’t wait to slide into bed next to him. It warms your heart to hear him giggle slightly from this.

***

Your next hour is spent with Spencer curled up to your chest, with your fingers carding through his hair. The room is silent, save for your breathing and the sighs he lets out every so often. You stay awake until you’re sure he’s asleep, then for a little while longer, just to make sure. Finally, you can’t keep your eyes open any longer, and you’re pulled into a calm sleep. You hope that when you wake up, everything will be okay. And it will be. Because it always is with Spencer.

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[harmoonix]

Early Summer - Short Astrology Observations🌴

🌴 If you have the risings signs with 2 rulers like pisces,scorpio, aquarius or your ruler planet has harsh aspects it's considered a complex chart due to more difficulties

🌴 If you have Chiron involved with your 7th house there can be a wound with relationships, you're either the hurt one or you hurt others

🌴 Your Mercury sign + the aspects highly talks about your music taste, for example in water signs can be more melancholic and sad while in air can be more synthwave

🌴 When Pluto is involved with Venus in your chart you might hesitate to let your heart out and to tell the other person that you love him/her

🌴Planets in the 12th house can isolate you. Mercury is with communication and community, Venus with love, Moon with detachment and Sun with disassociation

🌴Moon in the 8th house can struggle with their intense emotions, sometimes they might not know how to let them out

🌴 Facing harsh aspects between Sun - Moon makes it hard. It's like a fight between your feelings and personality and also an inner conflict with the inner child

🌴 Jupiter in the 9th house natives usually have wise elders around from where they can learn lots of things even from an early age - wise mysticism

🌴 Air and Fire Risings - You don't have to be photogenic to prove yourself that you're pretty! Daily affirmation!

🌴 Venusian Moons can go into stalking mode when they're obsessed with someone or have a deep crush on them! (And no..not the Hailey Baldwin type of stalking)

🌴 When you have Pluto or Neptune in the 1st, a lot of people find their insecurity in you so these people can be really projecting into you

🌴 Neptune in 10th house can hit with you a celebrity effect. Getting popular and known by others, call the paparazzi right now.

🌴 Leo Venus/5th/7th in Leo people want their partners to shine on them = wanting lots of attention and affection. Can be a love language of theirs

🌴 Aquarius/Sagittarius Venus/5th/7th most times are looking for a special spark in their relationships. They want their relationships to feel like the last sunset of summer

🌴 Moon - Pluto aspects can make a person unforgettable. And can happen also on the subconscious level

🌴 Neptune in the 7th house can struggle to be alone or maybe have a fear to be alone. This can manifest as addicted to be in a relationship

🌴 When a venus/moon dominant tells you that they'll you FOREVER..for them it really means FOREVER. Tell will make you understand what forever means

🌴 Men with pisces placements especially moon or venus are loverboys 100%. They feel like a good song you haven't heard in a while..the same feeling (depends on synastry guys...I have harsh synastry with pisces placements but I love them deeply)

🌴 I find it so cute when people date people with opposite signs like, Leo x Aquarius/Virgo x Pisces opposites attract each other but not in all cases

🌴 A 9th house moon or venus can be in love with places they never been before. Somehow this attraction to a place creates a satisfaction for them

🌴 be blessed 💚

With love harmoonix 💚🌴

[northopalshore]

North node in the

Venus persona chart

Tells you about what you strive for in a romantic relationship, what your ideal relationship should entail & it even tells you about/reflect the relationship between you and your future spouse/ideal lover; what they're like.

This post is based on personal observations made on celebrity charts & people in my personal life. It's not the only way to look at this placement but I'll be focusing on the romance part for the sake of structure & simplicity. Also shows fated agendas related to your love life or beauty.

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𖤝 Aries (°1,°13,°25) | 1st House

A love that is worth fighting for. A strong relationship that is independent of the type of love you've been surrounding yourself with. A ride or die type of love where you would do anything for your partner & they would do that too. A passionate, youthful love that never burns out. You may be quite addicted to the thrill that romance brings you and store a bit of affinity (though you may deny it) for some drama & action in your love life. A child-like romance where you bicker (for fun) then kiss & make-up. Your lover/future spouse needs to be a strong individual who has gone through quite a lot in their lives alone. Perhaps they felt like they had to grow up faster than their peers due to their responsibilities.

Ex: Blake Lively has this placement. In terms of her fashion choices well .. you know it's certainly "bold" in It Ends with us. She's still an icon in her own right due to her role in Gossip girl though.

💭 Possible fated agendas : Difficult love life (push & pull stubbornness), being "seen" through your striking beauty & the way you dress/groom yourself, making bold decisions in your love life & fashion

𖤝 Taurus (°2,°14,°26) | 2nd House

Stability is what you truly desire. What you yearn for in a relationship. You need a partner that is willing to compromise with you, and stick to their words; be there for you & the relationship no matter what happens. You desire someone who is strong and unwaivering & your partner may infact be quite the resources full & determined fellow! You may prefer a partner who is quite mellow and steadfast and prefers to do nothing with you than everything without.

Ex: One of my close friends has North node in Taurus °14 Taurus in the 4th house. Her current boyfriend (who I suspect to be her future spouse due to his surprising endurance & the fact that he matches literally every from what I've seen in her chart) is an immovable object to say the least. Once he says he really wants to do something, good lord he does it regardless of how tedious it may be. Man was stopped by hours or immigration related ordels but kept pushing through because he said he wanted to see her on Valentine's Day (it was their first time meeting each other face to face). Their date only lasted an hour because he had to work the next day. If that isn't determined, I don't know what is, damn.

💭 Possible fated agendas : Gaining money through art, fashion, beauty

𖤝 Gemini (°3,°15,°27) | 3rd House

You desire a relationship that is eye-opening. A relationship that feeds your curiosity & keeps you entertained. One where you never run out of things to say & share and discuss. A relationship that is fun and thrilling. An innocent "young love" type of energy. You love a partner that will see you and know exactly what you're thinking or what to say. A relationship where you can be as carefree, childish and teasing as much as you'd like. You desire a connection of the mind and that ringing, lingering echo of your laughs in your mind. Someone you don't have to be so serious around and can make "smart" (sarcastic) remarks at from time to time as a way to joke around.

Ex: Michael Jackson has North Node in Libra °5 Leo in the third house. Michael was a child at heart, and I do believe that what he strived for was a fun love life with his partner. Though he's not completely devoid of responsibility over his own actions being the cause of their separation (him & Lisa Presley), he did truly love her. He said that she understood him in the way that he hasn't felt before.

💭 Possible fated agendas : Expressing art/expression through your words, voice, being a singer, being a writer or a good poet, words essentially make up for your self esteem & who you want to be/are

𖤝 Cancer (°4,°16,°28) | 4th House

You desire a love that is safe & nurturing to the soul, one that allows you to embrace your femininity or your sensitive side more. A relationship that allows you to tear down your walls and let you freely be at peace with yourself & your emotions. A love that is mature & recognizes your feelings, and sensibility. You may desire a relationship that is quite tied to family or traditional values as well (regardless of sexuality), like having kids, pets and a nice home together. Daydreams surrounding being/having a lovely wife/spouse that understands your value and intentions. A protective & loving romance.

Ex: Beyoncé has North node in Cancer °27 in the 1st house (updated birth time). I think you can see this placement most on her. You can tell that she is a woman that loves femininity in every sense; embracing that powerful side of femininity as well. You can also see the same traits appearing in her love life; she loves the idea of being a wife & takes much pride in it as well. Just through listening to any of her love songs, you'll know what I mean. Also there's that famous quote from her claiming that he "made her a woman". I'm sure she meant every word. She's strong, she's beautiful, she's Sasha Fierce!

💭 Possible fated agendas : Starting a family, finding comfort though beauty & expression, lowering your guard and being content with yourself & your expressions

𖤝 Leo (°5,°17,°29) | 5th House

Fun. You need a relationship that brings out your inner child and that wildness in you. A love that gives you inspiration, and one that pushes you towards creativity & freedom of expression. A passionate and glorious type of love where you two are the shiniest rocks in the pile. Love, lust art and fun. I honestly think that this placement also gives you that need to be your partner's one & only; their world being centered around you and you being theirs. You may also have a deep desire to have children of your own or something that you can nurture with your spouse (or may look to them to reignite that childlike spark with how you act and see the words around you).

💭 Possible fated agendas : Being an artist, devoting yourself to performances (whether theater, music, painting or dance), devoting yourself to children

𖤝 Virgo (°6,°18) | 6th House

You desire and are drawn to relationships that build off of trust, mutual efforts and loyalty. The simplest things can make you very happy when you are in love, and what you need is a partner that is willing to do just as much for you as you would for them; even more! You naturally feel the need to dedicate yourself to your partner, giving them the time and attention that they need. However, that's only if your partner does the same for you! You have a practical sense when it comes to love and devotion. Though you are charmed by love, you will not be blinded by it. You want someone who can fit in with your lifestyle and is willing to work with. You may have a tendency to think you can fix your partner with just the right amount of good influence if you do end up with a fixer upper though, lol (ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ pls keep that feeling in check!)

💭 Possible fated agendas : your self expressions and artistic qualities showcased through work, working in the fashion or music industry

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𖤝 Libra (°7,°19) | 7th House

You desire a relationship that is romantic and thoughtful. This placement always comes with an innate sense of "put togetherness"; a proper relationship with a good amount of grace and eloquence. You need a relationship that you look good in (not necessarily for the sake of vanity, but a relationship that helps you blend with the sensible part of society). One where you are each others shining star in the blandest of scenarios. You need a love that is above all equal. You desire to be in a relationship that praises you for your grace and beauty, one that makes you feel beautiful & worthy.

💭 Possible fated agendas : being a style icon, devoting yourself to the fashion world/working with fashion, being in a specific relationship or related (likely through work) to certain people/company/group

𖤝 Scorpio (°8,°20) | 8th House

You have a great desire of a love that is passionate, powerful & unwavering. A love that takes from you just as much as you take from it. One where you can share anything with your partner; like your deep seated fears, worst behaviors, and well your sexual fantasies. You need a partner that you can be quite codependent with at times. Just needing them, and them needing you brings you a deep sense of love. Someone you can be selfish with & that can blow you away. Or well, you know just blow you lol. When in love, you want to share your mind, body and soul and everything else in between. Ideally, your partner will mirror that depth that you desire.

💭 Possible fated agendas : Transforming yourself through beauty, breaking norms surrounding love, beauty & fashion, tough relationships, transformation through your love life

𖤝 Sagittarius (°9,°21) | 9th House

You need a relationship that is enlightening. One where you share a fondness for humour. You may prefer to feel like you married your best friend; someone you can be yourself and goof around with. Someone you can always find yourself sitting on the same page with. A relationship that allows you to grow and learn and support you through any experience that life may bring your way. You need that support, understanding and spirit from your partner more than you'd prefer anything fancy or overly romantic ( even though you would appreciate it). What you yearn for in love ultimately, is a forever friendship and a partner you're free do explore with. Someone to guide you and teach you as well.

💭 Possible fated agendas : Honouring your cultural norms or aesthetic (traditional attire, makeup, culture), exploring expressions through religion and foreign cultures

𖤝 Capricorn (°10,°22) | 10th House

You need a relationship that will stand the harshest test of all; time. You desire love with maturity, perseverance, someone that can provide for you or someone worth providing for. Someone on your level when it comes to priorities and responsibilities. Someone that thinks of others (loved ones) before they think of themselves. You prefer someone that can keep you in the right direction and give you the proper guidance that you need. Someone that can take charge and take the burdens away from you (or alternatively someone that can depend on you and trust you with important things). Someone who sees your strengths and respects your way of life or expressions.

💭 Possible fated agendas : Stagnancy in self expression through fashion or art, being known for your craft (through art/expressions), acting, looking more mature and modest

𖤝 Aquarius (°11,°23) | 11th House

You desire a love that is different than the mundane. A love that is eye-catching, and silly but most of all genuine. A relationship that you can take of all your shiny shoes & waddle on home to knowing that they'll be happier to see you than whatever happened to your shoes in the first place. A relationship that misses your brain and not your looks or body in your absence. Though this placement also contributes to a love for the masses. Some people with this placement are quite amoured by the idea of fame and being seen (since Venus still talks about your expression as well; art, self etc) you may be in love with that idea of you becoming someone that people see.

Ex: Jay-Z has North node in Aquarius ° 28 Cancer in the 6th house, Taylor swift has North node in Aquarius °16 Cancer in the 5th house. Marilyn Monroe has North node in the 11th house.

💭 Possible fated agendas : Viral beauty, multiple admirers/suitors, revered for your love life/art/beauty/expression/your choice of partners or partnerships, style icon (in the 11th house specifically)

𖤝 Pisces (°12,°24) | 12th House

You are in love with love. The enamorous feelings of falling in love and getting to know them, being enchanted by your lover, finding that perfect person to complete your little story that you've built in your head. You are an extremist when it comes to the art of romance & expression; meaning that no matter who you see and what you do you look of "that person" in them. You may have felt a strong desire for a certain type of partner or partnership all your life & in a way have lived your life in love with something or someone you can't see. What you desire is true romance (no, not that horny movie starring Christian Slater) one with a happily ever after for you & your partner. One where you can get along on a deeper, more spiritual side with one another.

Ex: Elizabeth Taylor has north node in the 12th house & in Pisces! You can say what you want about her love life but she herself was a true romantic; constantly searching for the love of her life and someone that could sweep her of her feet. Love has been a large part of her life in both reputation & personal experiences. You can sort of say, she lived for love to some degree.

Matty Healy also has North node in pisces! Which is really, not surprising if you've read my post about him lolol

💭 Possible fated agendas : A confusing love life, multiple people being in love with you, being the one that got away, being the person that people do have a hard time moving on from

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