#they're so rectangular

[gleefulchibi]

I love the rare instances where you get to see just how box shaped the bluey dogs are.

like... that's not a dog that's a bread

[soriastrider]

magma doodles :)

[canisalbus]

enthralled by your vulture hoard but i've been moving a lot these past years and the moment i saw all those skulls something in me recoiled. how do you transport a collection like that?

Believe me, I'm pre-emptively getting grey hairs thinking about the next time I have to move.

The skulls aren't the worst part, they can be wrapped pretty securely and stacked in boxes. It's the delicate and unwieldy taxidermy mounts and the tons of books that I'm dreading.

[totallytoby22]

I have never made something greater

[balkanradfem]

So as you mayhaps now, I'm spending my summer preserving and drying food, and a big part of it is cutting up and drying zuchinni, which comes in every day and is impossible to keep up with. I made my own little drying stations by taking some produce nets that my roommates brought home, and sewing them onto cardboard boxes. This meant the net was suspended and I could put tomatoes, zuchinni, mushrooms, peppers or whatever I wanted to dry, on top of it, and leave it in the sun, and it'd be dried in two days.

Now this worked for the first few years, but now my plastic nets are falling apart. I've been trying to mend them, sew multiple ones together, but the plastic is too weak and is no longer staying in one piece. I have one little drying box left, and have to figure out a new solution to this (current produce nets are so weak I can't use them).

So, yesterday when I was heading to the garden, I found this big round netted-looking thing left next to a trash container. At first I couldn't tell what it was, but I was immediately thinking, omg, I could dry food on this thing, look at it, it's strong. Coming closer, I recognized it was a piece of a cooling fan; apparently someone's fan broke and they threw the wire bit away. The net wasn't fine enough to be good for drying vegetables; I could see how my small cherry tomatoes and mushrooms would fall trough. So I left it there.

But I couldn't forget about it. It just looked... so neat. I liked that netted circle. I became obsessed with figuring out various ways I could make a basket out of this, and harvest produce in it. I wanted to use it for something so badly. Finally, my mind conducted a perfect idea; I could tie strings onto the edges, suspend it, and hang it from the ceiling, and then keep all my fresh produce on it. This way, my produce wouldn't be taking up any counter space, it would be so beautiful suspended in the air on this round net circle, and since it's metal it could last forever. I could come home and put all my produce on a hanging basket and then just stare at it for hours.

Incredibly excited, I headed out and got my beautiful piece of fan.

Carrying it around my apartment, it immediately became obvious that there's no potential place where I could suspend it from; the ceilings in the building only have light bulbs hanging from them, and that's it. Nobody thought about how I might want to hang a basket and suspend it from the ceiling and keep my tomatoes in it, and I think that's on them. When I'm making my future home, I'm going to fill the ceiling with support for stuff hanging from it. That's how I'll use this, I decided, it's going to be a hanging produce basket for the place I build for myself. It'll be perfect and I'm already excited for it.

But then, I was confronted with the amount of zuchinni I needed to dry that day, and had another realization; while this net is too wide for cherry tomatoes or mushrooms, zuchinni slices are wide. They can fit in there no problem. And this is so big, I could dry a lot of it. I just need to wash it. I can put it on top of a cardboard box and not worry about it. They can't even slide off because the edges are curved in. And then later, I could weave my own hanging basket for the produce I want to suspend in my future kitchen.

And so, the problem of deteriorating plastic net was solved. I am now drying zuchinni on this incredible round net object. I am going to have so much dry zuchinni this winter. I feel like I resolved this issue in the funniest way possible, but the solution is effective and long-lasting.

[heartbeetz]

Tumblr is very much the computer kisser website but I still get embarrassed talking about KᎥtt like that. Even though he is quite literally just a computer. If he looked like an old desktop monitor instead of a car, nobody would bat an eye I think. But bc I go "well now you're outside of what people think is fun and quirky" I get shy. I need to cut it out. I like himmmmm. And also I'm objectum about nice cars anyway. Live my truth.

[unopenablebox]

donut breakfast + 5 hours of weaving class with a very kind chatty instructor who gave me excellent advice and was fun to hang out with + late lunch of fast food burger with extra fried onions + took a long nap on 🌸, forcing them to be cozy in bed with a book instead of working + now i write more fan fictions and roast some chicken thighs which i will eat for dinner with mashed potatoes

[r0semultiverse]

The cats on our boop-o-meters are actually lines of code!

They're individual little pixel blocks you can change the dimensions of & make look really fucked up!

Their names appear to be Kum & Kum Agua!

Now they're cubes!

You can change the Kum twins's colors!!

This is so cool, each pixel is a coordinate on the site's page & they all have size & color customization options too! Whoever made these cats, great job to you! I hope you got paid well! 💜

[frommybookbook]

ahhhh!!!!! I finally bought the thing! I'm so excited!

[bar-les-coucougnes]

so update on the project

i figured it'd make me more happy and feel more fulfilled if i had a small checklist of all the elements that i've cut and assembled! :)

unfortunately, after proudly putting a check mark after "shoulder seams" and "neck gussets" i realized that i was not, in fact, happy with the fucking neck gussets (very bulky + the fabric attached to them was buckling and it did NOT look good), so i unpicked them and tried to sew them again, except they're still wrong because the shoulder seams aren't right (fucking counterhems), so i had to unpick essentially everything that i'd done except for the hem at the T slit (neck opening, essentially) and then i also had to go and iron everything again because they looked like fucking rags over there. so i had to start from scratch except now the seam allowance looks like shit :)

on the bright side, i just finished sewing the shoulder seams and the gussets in a different way and it looks so much better than it did before, so it was worth doing it in the end

[mactiir]

obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.

[the-moon-pal]

I will come out n say it,, while watching 31 minutos as a kid was v fun, it was also the reason puppets kinda scare me rn HDHFHFJFJNFJ

[peachesofteal]

Raspberry Girl Previous + masterlist + AO3 Simon Riley/female reader CW: 18+ explicit sexual content, daddy kink, caretaking.

He expected to find you distracted. 

You didn’t text or call after breakfast, or your usual lunch time, but he was too bogged down with work to get off base to physically check in, lay eyes on you, make sure you’re alright. If you’re distracted enough you forgot to text, he’s worried it means you’ve lost track of the day completely, forgotten to eat or drink something other than coffee. Your little blue icon on the map tells him you’re definitely at work, but that’s all he has until he’s able to get away. 

When he does, and he slips through the back door of the bakery into the kitchen, he finds a scene he did not expect- 

and immediately knows the rules you broke today won’t result in a punishment. 

At least, not tonight. 

You’re standing at your work table, the rectangular butcher’s block that nearly stretches the span of the room, hands covering your face, hyperventilating. You’re covered in flour and there’s dried batter on your elbows, your neck, your clothes, a chaotic mess strewn across the tabletop.  

He calls your name softly and you turn with wide, wet eyes, a trembling lower lip. 

“What-” you nearly trip over yourself to get to him, falling into his arms, your tear stained face pressing against his chest, your own heaving. “Shhh, you’re okay, you're okay.” The front door swings open and Mara is there, pointing at the table, you, before making a motion with her hand like she’s cutting air in front of neck with a grim expression. Whatever it was, or is, it’s derailed the day completely, left you in tatters. He wishes you would have just called him, followed your rules so he could have helped, been here for you, with you, supported you. He nods at her, and cups your face, tries to tilt it up into his as you sob. "Okay, shhh, I've got you, I'm here. Let me look at you baby, let me see your eyes." They're laden with tears, broken with stress and anxiety, everything in you shaking and sparking like a live wire.

“I b-b-broke the ov-oven this morning,” you cry, clinging to his shirt, “I tried to- t-tried to fix it but... and I broke m-my rules..” His heart chips a little bit at the raw distress in your voice, the way your chest heaves like you’ve just run a marathon. He has to fix it, soothe it, bring you back and take care of you, of everything, properly.

“Okay sweetheart, you're alright,” Your face turns, ear pressing over where his heart thumps in his chest, and he automatically covers the other one with his palm, blocking out the world around you but continuing to murmur softly so you can feel the vibration of his words as he rubs your back. “You’re alright baby, everything’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.” 

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, m-my rules-"  

“We’re not going to worry about the rules or what happened with them right now. We're going to get you home and taken care of, and we’ll talk about the rules when you’re feeling better. Do you understand?” You shake your head, still struggling to take a deep breath. “What is your number one rule baby, tell me.” 

“Listen to daddy.” 

“Good girl. I will tell you when it’s time to think about what happened today with your rules. Do you understand me?” You sniffle, but nod. 

“Yes daddy.” 

“Left arm.” One of the reasons he bought this house over the other ones is the tub. It’s massive, jacuzzi style with jets, perfect for a soak, or a scrub, which is what’s happening now. He turns your fingers up, runs the washcloth across them until the flour beneath is gone, soaping you all the way up to your shoulders, your collarbone that’s half hidden by bubbles. 

“Thank you.” He kisses your forehead. 

“Thank you for letting me take care of you, sleepy girl.” Once he got you out of your dirty clothes and into the bath you calmed considerably, exhaustion quickly setting in once you hit the hot water. 

“You’re welcome daddy.” A small mischievous smile tugs at the corner of your lips, and he chuckles. Sass.

He trails the washcloth across your chest and you arch your back a little bit, turning into the fabric as it brushes your nipples. 

“Alright?” This is not the moment to push you. Emotionally off balance and vulnerable, it would do more harm than good to test your limits. 

“Yeah,” your teeth find your bottom lip, and he moves downward, across your belly to your mons. You moan, hips flexing, looking for more between your legs and he rubs your cheek. 

“Do you want daddy to make you feel good sweet girl?” 

“Yes please.” He lets the washcloth sink to the bottom of the tub. 

“Open your knees f’me, like that, good girl.” He takes it slow. He’d ask you to get out if he thought you’d be comfortable, but he doesn’t want to move you, disturb how relaxed you are. When he slides down your pussy to your hole, he’s relieved to find you’re very wet, and there will be enough to last until the water in the tub starts to dissolve it, though he’ll have to be quick. You whine, wiggling as he thumbs your clit, middle finger of the same hand carefully pressing inside you to the first knuckle, the surprised gasp on your lips swallowed by his own. You’re already clenching down around him, trying to bring his finger deeper. So bloody tight.

“Ah-” He works up to his second knuckle, watching your expression, the crease of your eyebrows, the flutter of your lashes. Your grip tightens to the side of the tub, walls squeezing him as he slides all the way, circling your clit and angling upward inside you, dragging along your walls like he’s motioning for you to come here, all of his touch flexing in tandem. Your face is twisting, almost like you’re trying to resist, mentally digging your heels in. You’re getting in your own head, trying to shove your orgasm away, running from it. Punishing yourself.

He knows what you need.

“You had such a hard day didn’t you baby,” you whimper, "you worked so hard today, and daddy’s girl deserves to feel good after having such a bad day.” He passes over your clit in a faster rhythm, again and again as he strokes in and out of your pussy, bringing you to the edge. 

 “I-” 

“It’s okay sweetheart, you can come. Show daddy how good you are and come on my hand.” A lever is pulled, a dam released.

“Oh- oh, fuck,” your feet kick, water sloshes, and your face is like heaven, expressive and euphoric, just for him. “I’m coming, I’m…” your muscles tense and he stays with you, wringing every drop of your pleasure free until you go limp, chest heaving. 

After a while, he finds the washcloth. He methodically picks up where he left off, starting between your thighs, and then soaping the rest of you, making sure he gets all the remnants of the day cleaned off.  You smile, a little loopy, eyelids heavy. Time to get out. “No sleeping in the tub, c’mon.” 

“But-” 

“No buts. Up.” You pout. It’s adorable, and he’s a sucker, but the risk of you falling asleep is too great. “I’ll let you stay in until you’re all wrinkled next time, but you can barely hold your head up right now. Come on.”

He gets you dried off and into some clothes, pajama bottoms and one of his t-shirts before settling you in bed with a cup of tea, bare feet sticking out from the blankets so he can rub them, trying to knead away some of the tension in your arches. 

“You need better shoes.” 

“Mmmh, I know.” You had turned your switch on, but it sits abandoned now as you drain your chamomile just before snuggling down into the pillows, slowly losing your battle to sleep. “Daddy...” 

“”I’m here baby.” You sigh and reach blindly, looking for him with closed eyes. 

“Can you hold me?” It’s not even a question, you own him.

“Of course.” He slides in behind you and you turn, nestling your nose against his neck. A whole world, right here. An entire life, his, curled up in his arms, the safest place you'll ever be.

“Night.” Half yawn, half sigh, completely exhausted. He brushes his lips across your forehead. 

“Goodnight sweet girl.” 

[angstandhappiness]

NICE

I just— I just love him okay????

[imagineweasley]

Through the Lens

fred weasley x reader

summary: years after the war, you and fred get married and have the first weasley baby, baby arthur. mr. weasley finds a muggle camera and brings it home, and the weasleys have a field day using it to take pictures of arty.

y/n: your name

word count: 1.3k

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author's note: this was originally supposed to be about george but then i wrote a really sad fic about fred and genuinely was so sad because of MY OWN WRITING so i needed a little uplifting one where fred lives.

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6 years later

"Why is it so quiet?" You were sitting with Hermione and Mrs. Weasley at the Burrow with your afternoon tea when you realized it had been far too silent for far too long. You and Fred were visiting for the day to spend time with family while the sun was out, and you had brought your baby, little Arthur. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and of course, George were visiting. As the question left your mouth, you straightened in your chair and looked around the empty kitchen, as if your husband and child would pop out from the kitchen cabinet. You actually would not put it past Fred to stuff himself into a cabinet with your 8-month-old just to see you jump.

Hermione took a sip of her tea and watched as your eyes darted around the room, then out the window, expecting to see Fred running around with Arty. She said rationally, "I don't know, y/n, but I don't think they're going to jump out of that wall at you."

You screwed your eyebrows and said, "You don't know that." Hermione laughed. Mrs. Weasley smiled, amused, and rubbed your shoulder. She looked at Hermione and said, "She's right you know, years of raising that boy has taught me that he'll always be able to think of new ways to wreak havoc."

You pushed yourself up from the table and headed towards the living room.

"Don't worry, y/n, if he does anything stupid, I'll pummel him. Eight months pregnant has nothing on me." With great effort, Ginny, whose swollen belly looked as it would burst any day now, shifted in her chair to face you.

"Ginny, I don't even think you'll have to do that, if he's being stupid I'll do it myself, don't worry." Ginny huffed in response.

You didn't see Fred when you entered the living room, so you made your way through the Burrow checking every corner of each room -- still no sign of the husbands. As you continued towards the back gardens, you started to hear some faint laughter.

You pushed open the back door and the warmth of the sunlight poured over you. You shielded your eyes, temporarily blinded by the rays, and when your vision cleared, you saw a very picturesque scene.

The five men were surrounding little Arthur, who was giggling and clapping his hands while Ron sent tiny sparks flying out of his wand. Arty was the first baby of the family which meant he was absolutely spoiled with gifts and attention. The family members constantly bestowed him with cuddly toys, tiny baby clothing, and when it came to George, loud, rackety toys that caused Fred to have to bury his face in his hands and take very deep breaths.

You leaned against the doorway, beaming at the sight, and saw a flash of bright fluorescent light. It surely didn't seem magical and you leaned forward and squinted to inspect as another light flashed. Upon closer inspection, you realized Fred was holding some sort of unknown silver contraption.

"Fred?" You called across the lawn, but he didn't hear you so you tried again. "Fred! My dear husband, love of my life, father of my child!"

This caught Fred's attention, and he lifted his head to look at you with a large grin.

"My beautiful queen, sunshine on a rainy day, my gorgeous flower, mother of my child! Come and see this!" Ron retched and you laughed as you headed over, curious to see what they were up to, and whether they were blinding your child. When you got close enough to see, Fred lifted the object in his hand for you to see. It was small and rectangular, seemed to be made out of some sort of metal. There was a cylindrical contraption sticking out of the front with a hole in the middle that was covered by glass. There were a few buttons as well. You had never seen anything like this in your life.

"What in Merlin's left cheek is that?"

Mr. Weasley piped up from the other side of the huddle, "It's a muggle camera!" He enunciated every syllable, "A tiny version of ours used to take photos. The photos don't move of course, but you can look back at them on this here glass screen! I found it in the rubbish on a street in London. Who would throw this beauty away? Fascinating!" As he spoke, Fred pointed the camera towards you and the flash went off at the push of his finger.

Fred laughed as you instinctively threw your arms up, "It's not going to hurt you!"

You giggled at your own foolishness and knelt next to Arty. Harry was now conjuring little birds to flitter around Arty's head, and he was grabbing at them in the air with his pudgy hands.

"Look here, Arty, over here!" Ron waved his hands in the air.

"Over here! Oooooh look at this!" Harry sent a bird flying high in the sky.

Mr. Weasley was clapping his hands and snapping his fingers to grab Arty's his attention. It was working and he was nearly toppling over with giggles; his baby balance was still wobbly and each clap nearly toppled him over. You chuckled and bent down to steady him and give him a kiss on the forehead. At that exact moment, you saw a flash go off in your peripheral, and immediately after, a roar of delight.

"Look y/n, look!" Fred was excitedly jabbing at the camera screen. You scooped up Arty but Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley groaned in protest, so you set him back down and they immediately crowded back around him. Fred, on the other hand, bounded towards you, threw his arm around your waist and pulled you close to show you the photograph he had just captured.

You could see why he was beaming; the camera had captured you kissing Arty's head, and his wonderful smile had been frozen in time. Of course, the photo was not moving like wizard portraits do, but there was a different sort of magic in the simply way the moment was captured.

"That's my entire world right there, y/n." Fred pulled you even closer and kissed your forehead the way you were kissing Arty's in the photo. You closed your eyes and smiled.

"I love our little family, Freddie."

And as you were tilting your head up to give your husband a kiss, he replied, "And I love you. So much." He kissed you gently, gingerly, as if he was afraid that kissing you too hard would make everything disappear. You two had been through so much together -- detentions after his and George's famous pranks, risking your lives to head Potterwatch throughout Voldemort's reign of terror as your friends were picked off one-by-one, almost losing each other on the frontlines of the battle at Hogwarts -- you had been through so much that yes, you still had moments like this where you truly understood how precious life was, and what a miracle it was that here you were, six years later, watching your entire family, safe and alive, surround your baby you had brought into the world together. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent of citrus and freshly washed laundry, when another flash went off.

You and Fred turned to see George grinning and pointing a second camera towards you two.

"Dad found two of them!" He smiled broadly down at his handiwork and you nuzzled into George's chest.

The men were still cooing at Arty, Mrs. Weasley and Hermione were making their way towards the group holding Ginny up while she was insisting she was fine to walk on her own and Harry was rushing towards her to help, the sun was shining and the breeze was warm, and all was well.

[shukraastro]

Planets & Nakshatras observation on looks and traits

(applicable for spouse analysis)

Mars ruled Nakshatras: Mrigashira, Chitra, Dhanishta

The skin will have a pinkish/reddish undertone.

They can have cuts/scars/marks on the face (representing their fighting spirit).

Men are prone to anger issues (except for Chitra, cuz it lies in Libra, so they have good controle over their anger)

Women are usually restless or even anxious, especially in Virgo Chitra and Mrigashira.

Saturn ruled Nakshatras: Pushya, Anuradha, Uttara Bhadrapada

If Moon is in these Nakshatras then women can be seen wearing corsettes/shapewear or very tight clothes often, bcuz Saturn represents restrictions.

Saturn also represents ink and metals and in these Nakshatras a person can have tattoos and piercings, but a trigger planet for that would be Mars bcuz Mars rules over wounds and cuts. So Mars in these Nakshatras can very likely result in tattoos and piercings.

Purva Bhadrapada Nakshatra:

If you go back to my previous posts you will find about the foot injury trait of Purva Bhadrapada. I have seen this play out so many times that this Nakshatra will give some type of foot injuries, and prominently on the left foot. Justin Bieber has the planet Sun placed in his 7th house in the D9 chart and it is in the Nakshatra of Purva Bhadrapada. Sun is linked to performing arts, Hailey used to dance Ballet until she injured her left foot. You see how planets in Nakshatras inside the 7th house of the Navamsa can play out.

Also another thing I have noticed in this Nakshatra is the lip shape, they can have a pouty rectangular shaped lower lip. And women here somehow give off "island girl" vibes.

They can also have precognitive dreams, because they are very in tune with their higher self.

Rohini Nakshatra:

They love to wear oversized, baggy clothes and quality materials, because of Moon's influence, they love comfort. On the other hand they may also love to display their appealing physique.

They also love branded luxury items: cars, watches, clothes, perfumes. And they love food a lot, they can eat a lot (with Saturn influence they can be cautious and go on diets).

Also after eating food they will get tired, because of the Venus and Moon influence.

And they will always end up having no fixed work schedule in their career.

They can also become the most achieving at a young age, compared to their workmates.

DK planet or 7th lord in Rohini can give a spouse with sining and dancing abilities, Hailey Bieber has Moon DK/7th lord of D9 in Rohini. (Planets like Sun, Moon, Mercury and Mars can give that as talents, Jupiter could make someone a teacher in that area and Saturn could give it as a career).

Moon influence:

Moon connected to any spouse placements or 7th house can give musical talents in the spouse.

Moon in the 7th house can also either give a cat like appearance to the spouse or a bunny like appearance. Both animals are symbolically connected to Moon, cats are connected because of the hightened intuition and bunnies are connected by the chinese folklore of the moon goddess who's companion is the bunny/rabbit.

Mars influence:

Having Mars as DK/7th lord can indicate a spouse who might be a soldier/police/athlete just anything physical movement related.

Saturn in Rohini:

This combination can cause consumption of Whiskey to enhance creativity. A person will love to drink to feel relaxed and sing and dance. If Mercury influence is also there as well it can amplify this even more.

Saturn in Rohini can also result in dryness, skinnyness, lack of water in the body, dry/flaky skin and acne or other skin irritations. But therefor a person will be very disciplined in following a quality skin care rountine.

Ketu Ruled Nakshatras: Ashwini, Magha, Mula

Will have out-of-body experiences/precognitive dreams/sleep paralysis

They can be very interested in ancient history/culture/scriptures. They're all about the past and the root of things. They may love to dig under the ground, that's why Magha especially can make someone an archeologist or historian or even a teacher.

Also Magha is strongly connected with royalty/royal lineage. They may not be considered a royalty but counting a number of generations back, their ancestors might have been powerful individuals.

In these Nakshatras a person will let their hair grow out. Because hair is linked with roots. And Ketu is all about the roots, because it's the tail of the dragon, the tail represents the underground while Rahu, the head of the dragon represents the sky. So Ketu ruled Nakshatras will keep their hair long, it makes them feel spiritually connected to their past lives. There is something they cannot let go of from their past lives.

Revati Nakshatra:

Another Nakshatra which is connected to royal lineage. (same as Magha here also).

If a man has his DK/7th lord/Venus in this Nakshatra, his wife can be taller than him.

They love to travel and their travel journeys will be comfortable, without any kind of major complications.

They will also be very successful outside of their home country.

With Venus here, a person will find their spouse in a foreign country or move to a foreign country after marriage for their spouse. The spouse can also be someone who travels a lot or is successful overseas. Or a person will travel a lot with their spouse.

Rohini, Mrigashira & Ashlesha Nakshatra (snake yoni or symbol):

As the Ascendant/DK/7th lord/Venus natives will always attract strong Rahuvian people.

They have very intense and hypnotic eyes. Either dark and big or bright and slender. If their eye color is dark they may tend to wear light colored contacts, which can give their eyes a snake like appearance.

Ashleshas will be lisping.

Swati Nakshatra:

They can jump very high and run very fast, they love being in the air/speeding through the air, because the deity is Vayu, he rules over the air (Rahu ruled Nakshatra-Sky connection).

Venus in Swati can make a person have a love for the sky in a creative way, also can give singing abilities, because music is carried through the air, they can also have a love for good sports shoes (for jumping) or high platform shoes (Venus-fashion & Rahu heights). But these can also apply to the spouse, because Venus generally represents the spouse.

Swati can make a person be a fanatic for extreme sports related to heights like mountain climbing, bungee jumping and sky diving. Mars and Venus here can also make a person excel in martial arts and music.

Also they just can't stay still, they are always moving, and can't keep still for a second. They look like they can jump off any second.

I will do more of these observations for the other Nakshatras that are left.

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Thanks for reading. 🪐