#real life rollercoasters

[wishchip106]

Imma share a silly Cherik AU idea with you

Background: I live in FL, and at the Walt Disney World Park EPCOT they have the world showcase they have a Germany Pavilion. Cool thing Disney does is actually hire cast members FROM the country to work there.

SO: Erik is spending a year working at EPCOT because he thought it would be good work experience but also kinda underestimated how exhausting working there and is in guest service hell(he is an introvert!)

Charles got into an accident leaving n him wheelchair bound and Raven thought it would be a great idea to move to Florida to try and to raise his spirits because c’mon it’s the sunshine state!

Anyway they have some sort of meet cute and bond over how exhausting people can be(you can’t have any sort of disability and not he exhausted by people!) and also how much FL actually kinda sucks as a place to live(sunshine state MY ASS)

ngl i’ve always wanted to visit an american theme park… the ones here in australia are MINIMAL (they’re good but where are they all 🙁) although i don’t think i want to be visiting america anytime soon with all that is happening 😰

anyway that was off topic BACK ON TOPIC THOUGH i love this idea and imagining Erik working at disneyland 😭 he does not know what he is getting himself into i’m crying

thank god Charles and Raven are rich as fuck and they can just go to disneyland willy nilly because Charles has a crush on some worker there

sighh meet cutes i love you… and cherik ig.. i love them too

now i’m just imagining someone coming up to Erik to ask him a question and he has to smile at them like this:

girl you’re gonna scare the customers off….

not Charles though man was magnetized right to him (hahah i’m so funny 😀)

[adderallanomaly]

more spiteful towards my ex wife than my actual abuser rn and thats such a weird feeling

[queer-diaz]

an essential read for many 911 fans at the moment

tldr:

"...it might help to remember that ships don’t have to be canon in order to be transformative and meaningful on both a personal and cultural level. Look at Star Trek’s Kirk/Spock: that ship never became canon, but it remains one of the most compelling ships ever created, and within canon it gave us one of pop culture’s most enduring symbols of love — their hands touching through the glass.

Henry Jenkins famously said that queer fanfiction "is what happens when you take away the glass." And, sure, it’s increasingly possible that savvy creators might go ahead and take away the glass for us. But that doesn’t negate the power of fans being able to do it on their own, without anyone’s help.

Shipping is exciting, fun, and often a progressive and empowering experience. And if a ship ultimately becomes canon, so much the better. But when shipping becomes an ideology, tantamount to a religion, it makes a story’s creators pretty much tantamount to gods. In essence, even though that level of shipping may grow out of a wish to maintain parity with creators, it’s ultimately de-empowering to fans, making them dependent on creators for validation.

But fans are validated through their love for the source material; they’ve never needed more than that. Turning that source material into a game to be won only turns all involved players into winners and losers.

And when that happens, sooner or later, we all lose."

[transgender-chiroptera]

I fucking love bats, bro

[emberenchanted]

I KNOW! I can hardly believe it myself, but then this itty bitty little human screeches at me and I know it's real 🫠🫠. Thank you ❤️❤️. I'm exhausted but also awash in baby snuggles and it's kind of bliss.

Nobody asked, but I've been MIA because I had a baby. It's wild times, y'all 😅

[oidhchespiorads]

my most controversial opinion on guy is that he's actually the heart of the core four

[thegreatyin]

how was the scoundrel going to fumble her anyway

(in reference to these two posts)

Well...

the scoundrel has. a certain complex about being in relationships. don't get me wrong, they have a complex about a Lot of things, but relationships are. definitely one of them!!

in short, they don't think they're allowed to formally date anyone. it goes against their station and honor as a (future) spacebat, you see. like almost everything the scoundrel believes, this is absolute horseshit and is kind of blatantly hypocritical when you consider their literal actual marriage wherein multiple space bats attended and congratulated them on their wedding.

but. well. they believe it nonetheless. they believe the masters will think less of them if they... "consort" with humans. nevermind the fact that they are currently extremely human, and their coworkers will think less of them no matter what. the scoundrel believes this with her whole heart. she isn't allowed to have friends, relationships, commitment, anything of the sort. any close relationship with anyone outside of the masters is, in her incredibly delusional eyes, forbidden at best and disgraceful at worst.

naturally, being the scoundrel, she breaks her own rules and has relationships anyway. they're just... different. and incredibly selective about their word choice. she isn't dating anyone, she's just having a Strictly Temporary Fling! she doesn't have friends, she just has Useful Acquaintances She Pretends To Enjoy The Company Of! she doesn't have feelings, she has A Desire For Power And What Rightfully Belongs To Her And Absolutely Nothing Else, Ever, Because To Have Anything Else Would Be Incredibly Uncuratorial.

this first came up as a major obstacle in her relationship with @peepersotherstuff's terry ven, when the scientist asked if terry was officially dating the scoundrel (after vae had been consorting with her in every conceivable way for several months straight), to which the lieutenant responded with hopeful delight, and the scoundrel...

Mercifully- or perhaps disappointingly- he falls silent once vae start braiding. A soft sigh. He closes his eyes again, patting Transport as he mumbles. "I am..." a pause. "Conditionally pretty. There. Will that shut you both up?"

The Scoundrel barks out a laugh. "Süß."

A fanged kiss is pressed against Terry's cheek, nipping at vaer scars in a manner most threatening (were it coming from, and directed towards, literally any other duo). The Lieutenant makes a soft delighted noise at the kiss, tying off the braid to lean into the affection greedily, sighing so... contentedly.

The Scientist sits quietly for a second more before taking a rather choice opportunity. "Are you two official, then?"

The room goes quiet. The Scoundrel blinks. They look to Terry- oh god, why are they looking to Terry? And why do they look like they're expecting vaem to answer??

Terry freezes at the question, looking very much like, well, like a fish out of water. Its eyes are wide, staring first at the Scientist reproachfully, like this is a cruel joke. Then vae look at the Scoundrel, and they can both probably see when it clicks that, oh. This is a serious question. He means it, and it is being taken seriously.

Terry freezes again, stammering, before gently reaching to take one of the Scoundrel's hands. Vae look... almost scared. "Ye- nnn-" vae take a deep breath, before meeting the Scoundrel's eyes. "Yes? That is... that is allowed, right? I have never, ah... nevermind. Yes? Please?"

Oh, Terry sounds stupidly hopeful.

The Scoundrel stares with wide eyes and trembling claws. Her hand weaves through Terry's fingers with practiced ease, gently squeezing vaem as she opens her mouth- and all that escapes is a terrified whine.

She bites at her nails. She rips her hand away and steps back, sweating bullets. "We- we have an appointment."

Without so much as a single word of goodbye, the Scoundrel turns tail and bolts out of the room, leaving their Lieutenant to flounder in shock beside their husband. He watches in silence, then, devastating pity.

"I'm..." he starts, then stops, and falls silent when Terry's face twists into despair. "I shouldn't have asked." a quiet note, like that changes anything at all.

the scoundrel handled it. badly.

she can't commit to things. she can't commit to people. if she does, she's not being a master, and if she's not being a master-

well. there's not much else that could fix her, is there?

and so, when @superoffbatter's louise proposed the same- an official relationship, no notions of flings or half-hearted one night stands or a claim to be broken whenever the scoundrel felt like it- they responded in much the same way... even if they were a bit more direct about it in the moment (which arguably made it worse)

The Scoundrel blinks. Their ears flick up and down, their mannerisms almost... anxious. "We-" their voice cuts out. They fidget, then huff and straighten in a vain attempt to appear masterly. It doesn't work in the slightest.

"We are not allowed to have.. engagements, with your sort." they dig their fangs into their lip. Even as they speak, they sound doubtful. "It is unbecoming of our station. To our colleagues, it makes us out to be- weak. Pitiful. Human."

The obvious fact that they already hold this opinion (and would likely continue to hold it regardless) seems entirely lost on him.

"We are, however, willing to court-" the Scoundrel fumbles for literally any other word. "Entertain! We are willing to. Entertain you. Yes."

louise, naturally, didn't take it well. she didn't take it well at all.

"I will not be- I will not be a toy to be cast away after you are done." she hisses. "If you won't be mine, I will simply leave. Our dalliances stop today. You get to be with the Masters and with no. One. Else. Isn't it what you wanted?"

Her hand pauses around the Scoundrel's neck. Around their shirt. Other arms grab her coat, the rest of her clothing. But they wait. The Scoundrel trembles in her many, many arms, face flushed, eyes wide in horror and trepidation and no small amount of a certain feeling that would get them banished to the depths of the Tomb Colonies for all eternity.

If the Silverer notices the look on their face, she certainly doesn't act on it. "Just give me the word, and you get to be- not human. To be distanced from me, like you wanted so much. I will leave. Give me the word. Do you not want to be mine? Say it. SAY IT."

They try to speak. Their voice cracks. All that emerges is a pathetic whine. They warble and try again and again, unable to get the words out, until finally-

"We don't," they sob, "We don't, want-"

They can't, they can't, this is all they have, they can't-

"We don't want you to go." the words are stitched together, muttered frantically as they cry. "We don't want you to go, we don't, we don't know-"

They say it again and again. They don't know. They don't know. They don't know.

they worked it out eventually. as shown previously, the scoundrel very successfully unfumbled that snakegirl. but it was... definitely a significant bump in the road, to say the least.

"Human." she hisses. "Is that the problem? Curators take mates- they keep to their mate for thousands of years. Is that the problem? That I am a human, and not a Curator? Does the idea of finding love anywhere outside your dumpster fire of an organization truly terrify you that deeply? Do I need to change as well, so you will accept being mine?"

She wrenches herself free from the Scoundrel, letting them fall to the ground. They shout in protest, crumbling to the floor in a miserable batty heap.

"Annoying. You're so annoying. You don't even know what you're trying to imitate." she grunts. "I've been putting this off for far too long. I suppose Hallowmas awaits, then. See you."

As she speaks these words, the Silverer moves to walk out of the room- hands stretching out to fetch her discarded clothing from the ground as she steps away from the Scoundrel. "Goodbye.”

The Scoundrel sobs, stumbling after her with a myriad of pleas. "Don't go, please, I can't, I can't-"

Their claws dig into her wrist without warning. They tug harshly at one of her arms, leaving red streaks on skin. This only succeeds in making everything worse. "This is all I have, Liebe. I can't- I need them to respect me, I need- I'm not allowed to-"

and it still arguably is, to this very day. even if louise sorted out her own bat relationship problems (through the most direct means possible)

Two arms- attached to varying points in her back- spin around and grab their face. She slowly spins to meet them, the limbs seemingly reorienting in position, sickening snaps and cracks of bone resounding as they do so.

"If you don't want to make the choice." she whispers in their ear. "I'll make it for you. You'll stay with me." she brings them closer to herself, eye to eye.

"The Masters won't respect you," she says. "Unless you have the will to power. You need to take what you want. They will never care for you if you don't know what you want, if you can't decide, if you can't make your own choices for yourself. They will never give you power, they will never relinquish it. If you can't reach out and take what you want, the Masters will never respect you. So say it. Say what you want, and I will give it to you. Stop being a coward and tell me what you want already. Do you want me? Then-"

Her mouth is full of sharp teeth. She draws closer and closer for a kiss, but does not finish. She teeters at the edge. She just needs the word.

"-Commit," two eyes sprout below her original ones, blue complimenting their green, "To it!”

The Scoundrel goes very, very still. Tears still drip down their cheeks, their hands still shaking, still clinging to the Silverer with all of their (not insignificant) might. They open their mouth, and all that emerges is a soft gasp. Their eyes roam over her face, her body, her everything-

"I, want," they tremble all over again, "I want you."

They say the words all at once, then- then, like an open floodgate, they can't stop saying them.

"I want you, I want you, I need you." they bring their claws up, tracing their thumbs along the edges of her lower eyes. "I need you, I need- I'm yours, I'm yours, I need to be yours, I want to be yours."

They lean into her, shuddering, eyes wide with desire. "Make me yours. Make me- I commit, meine Liebste. I commit to you.”

they still need to apologize to their lieutenant, after all. it's what vae deserve, given how much they hurt vaem.

The Scientist's face contorts, and gods, there's that damnable pity again. "Lieutenant-" he doesn't move off their lap, instead twisting to cup their cheeks and draw them close.

His breath is warm against their skin. His hands, even warmer. The Lieutenant only puts up a half hearted struggle against being pulled closer, still feeling numb, chest tight. Perhaps it's telling, how it leans into the touch.

"They talk about you constantly. They let you see their skin without flinching. They ran off at our wedding to kiss you senseless-" a hiss when vae start to protest, making vaer face flush. "You aren't greedy. You haven't missed a thing. Understand?" closer, closer.

His hands trail along vaer face, stopping to press his nails against the slope of vaer throat, tipping vaer chin up to look him in the eye. With the braid in his hair, and his legs tucked around vaer own- gods, gods, gods.

"This isn't your fault." an insistence, barely audible above the wildfire prickling against vaer skin. "Repeat after me. This isn't your fault."

Vaer eyes are already welling up with tears, and vae're trying to shake vaer head again in protest, but old habits die hard, and orders are so easy to follow, even if they are coming from the Scientist-

"It is not-" Terry's lips tremble, and it has to pause, teeth gritting, refusing to cry like a scorned school child with a rejected crush. "It is not my f-fault," vaer voice cracks, breath hitching. Vaer hands find the lapels of his coat, but instead of pushing him away, it just... holds onto him.

but.

He's so close, so so close, saying terrible terrible things about its beloved, just after what honestly feels like one of the worse moments of vaer life, second only to being literally publicly executed. And he's being gentle. It's confusing. It's enraging. And above all it's... really nice to be held. Vae feel awful about it, sniffling and torn between hating him and never wanting to leave.

"I do deserve them-" Terry mumbles into his scarf. "And they deserve..." vae trail off, shaking vaer head. "I want them to have everything. And if that does not include me, that would not be the first time."

Despite all of that, despite struggling to hold onto the anger of it all, there are tears sliding down vaer cheeks now, and vae shudder, voice cracking again. "Why can I not be okay with that now, when it has happened before?"

that's a suitcase for another day.

[kahsin]

My old man was the coolest dude I’ve ever known.

I held his hand as he passed away on Sunday and I feel so incredibly grateful this week to have had almost 32 years of him.

[videogames-i-wish-were-real]

Videogames I wish were real #48

An amusement park management game set in Steeplechase from The Adventure Zone. You can spend your funds to build rides and attractions, to repair existing ones and for research and development of new rides. You can hire staff to maintain the park, take care of security, entertain guests and take care of the cleaning and the food stands. Running an amusement park is not easy, and if your only concern is your bottom-line and you start cutting corners, that greed might eventually come to bite you in the ass, whether it is from rides breaking down and causing a serious accident and the ensuing bad press... or from alienating your own employees, who might decide to look for alternative sources of income, or even decide that the park is due for a change of leadership.

Each level is a layer from Steeplechase: Ustaben, Gutter City, Passion's Cove, Ephemera, Infiniteum, Kidadelphia, Lugelandia... You get to build them from the ground up however you like. While the regular game mode has you tending to one layer at a time, you can also play in co-op, where each player tends to a different layer, or, if you're up to the challenge, you can go for expert mode and attempt to manage all layers at the same time by yourself.

When playing this game, you can also choose between playing as Dentonic and focus on managing the park... or as an outlaw, where your mission would be to sabotage the layer or layers of your choosing, while slowly increasing your influence in the Buttercream (the secret place between layers where the outlaws live). If played in co-op mode, one side can play as Dentonic and another as the Outlaws.

Similar games that actually exist: Theme Park World, RollerCoaster Tycoon

[belethlegwen]

Just wanted to take a minute and thank the people who shared/donated to my Ko-Fi account yesterday. I don't plug that thing ever, and I promise I'm still doing alright, but as someone who spent this morning sweating and shaking while they wrote a resume for the first time in 9 years, it really meant a lot to see people just think to share that yesterday and toss a few dollars.

You are all so amazing, and I will never get over it. Just wanted to say thank you <3

[ribbonbonny]

Maqua expansion!

[nico-di-angelic]

///

[the-hwaelweg]

Guess who promised 🙃 to my face 🙃 they could manage box stock for the boxed sets 🙃 all by themselves 🙃? Guess who's out of boxes 🙃 for their boxed sets 🙃?

[norristrii]

LOVING YOU THE LOUDEST (or the quietest).

IN WHICH… who’s the yapper and who’s the listener in your relationship.

featuring. Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz, Charles Leclerc & Lewis Hamilton.

warnings. established relationship, fluff, 1k words.

LANDO NORRIS: yapper! bf x yapper! gf

You and Lando are so loud—like, Zak can hear you two entering the paddock from inside the McLaren garage. There’s never a quiet moment; you’re always yelling, play fighting, making sure the whole world knows you’ve arrived. Whether it's racing each other to the hospitality suite or cracking jokes that only the two of you find funny, the energy is always off the charts.

The paddock has learned that silence, when it comes to you two, is a rare and deeply suspicious. If you ever stop yelling, teasing, or causing a general ruckus for more than a few minutes, panic spreads. Engineers glance at each other nervously. The media starts speculating. Mechanics whisper, “Something's off. They’re too quiet.”

You two are incapable of behaving normally. The moment your eyes meet, it’s instant mischief—grinning like you’re plotting something, pulling faces, throwing middle fingers at each other like it’s a competition. There’s never a dull moment.

And then there’s Lando, who has absolutely no volume control. One second, he’s shouting across the paddock, “THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!!” like he’s narrating a rom-com, making everyone turn their heads in confusion. The next, he’s randomly singing, mumbling nonsense, or repeating the same word over and over just because the silence between you two felt too unnatural.

There is no peace. There is no quiet. Just pure, uncontrollable chaos.

MAX VERSTAPPEN: yapper! gf x listener! bf

Max is an exceptional listener. No matter how much you talk, ramble, or go off on tangents, there’s never a moment where he makes you feel like it’s too much. He listens—fully present, fully engaged, as if every word genuinely matters to him.

But when it comes to racing, his team, his car, and strategy? That’s when the roles reverse. Suddenly, he’s the one talking nonstop—analyzing every detail, breaking down scenarios, venting frustrations, sharing insights that only someone who lives and breathes racing would notice. And sometimes, out of nowhere, he’ll drop some random fact, something entirely unrelated—just because he thought you’d find it interesting.

And then, there’s the real sign—the way he talks to you. It’s in the way his voice softens just slightly when he’s telling you something important, the way his tone shifts when the conversation is just between the two of you. It’s not loud, or dramatic—it’s quiet, effortless, genuine.

And the most telling part? He remembers everything. If someone casually asks, “Hey Max, what allergies does she have?” he answers immediately, without hesitation. Because he’s the kind of person who doesn’t just listen—he keeps everything, as if every detail about you is worth remembering.

OSCAR PIASTRI: yapper! gf x listener! bf

Oscar being the best listener? Obviously. It’s almost a personality trait at this point. He’s calm—sometimes too calm.

Like when you see a spider in the bathroom. You scream, panic, throw yourself into his arms like it’s a life-or-death situation. And him? Completely unfazed. Just a shrug, a sigh, and a casual walk toward the spider like it’s his daily routine. One swift motion, problem solved, no reaction. Meanwhile, you’re still recovering from the emotional rollercoaster.

But beyond the calm, beyond the spider-killing efficiency, there’s the real Oscar—the one who remembers everything. Your favorite color? Locked in. The exact way you like your coffee? Stored in the database. The specific meal you order at McDonald’s, every single time? He could recite it by heart.

And then, there’s racing—the one place where you’re the loudest voice in the room, the one he always hears. Your cheers cut through everything—through the noise, the crowd, the chaos—and he loves it. Loves how you talk his ear off about things, loves that you fill the silence in his head with you.

He might be quiet. He might not always say much. But if there’s one thing you can count on—he’s always listening.

CARLOS SAINZ: listener! gf x listener/yapper! bf

Carlos is the perfect balance—the rare type who can sit back and absorb everything or take charge of a conversation when needed. Some people are either talkers or listeners, stuck on one side of the spectrum. Not him. He can listen to you for hours, days even, never making you feel like you’re saying too much. He’s the kind of person who actually hears what you’re saying—not just nodding along, but really listening, remembering, understanding.

But flip the switch, and suddenly, he’s the yapper—especially when he’s passionate about something. He can break down races, debate strategies, or go on a tangent about a completely random topic, and you’d sit there listening just as easily. The flow of conversation with him never feels forced—it just happens naturally, like a perfect back-and-forth rhythm where neither of you ever feel the need to hold back.

And that’s the magic of Carlos Sainz. He listens when you need him to, and talks when it’s his turn—effortless, balanced, and always present.

CHARLES LECLERC: listener! gf x yapper! bf

Charles is such a yapper—but in the best way possible. He can jump from deep, philosophical conversations to completely random thoughts like, “Why is the sky blue instead of green?” And somehow, both feel equally important when he’s talking.

And the best part? You love listening to him. Whether he’s ranting about something serious, sharing his dreams, or just going off on one of his endless thought spirals, his energy makes every conversation captivating.

And then, there’s the fact that he talks about you—to Lewis, to the team, probably to anyone who will listen. Your date? He gives Lewis the full breakdown. Something funny you did? He’s sharing it like it’s the highlight of his week. He just loves talking about you, like every little thing is worth mentioning.

He’s the kind of person who could talk forever, and you’d never want him to stop.

LEWIS HAMILTON: listener! gf x yapper! bf

Lewis is one of those undercover yappers—people assume he’s more reserved, but once he gets going, he does not stop. He’s got opinions, insights, stories, and he’s not afraid to share them.

Silence? Not really his thing. He fills every gap with conversation—whether it’s about sports, fashion, music, racing, life, or even deep philosophical thoughts. He thrives on discussion, on exchanging ideas, on turning even the smallest detail into an interesting conversation.

And with you? Oh, he talks even more. He knows you’ll listen, knows he can tell you anything—whether it’s breaking down a race weekend, analyzing the latest streetwear trends, or just casually debating something completely random. He’s effortlessly engaging, effortlessly present, always keeping the conversation flowing.

So yes, Lewis is a yapper. Not the loudest in the room, not the most obvious—but the kind who, once he starts, pulls you into his world, word by word, thought by thought, until you never want him to stop.

© norristrii 2025

babsie radio ! My first fic that includes grid…quick headcanons as I’m trying to finish fuckboy! lando… I love doing these short headcanons, and there’s definitely coming in the futuree!! I’ll do separated masterlist for the grid<33

[paradigmsofbrittaperry]

I’ve been sick for the past two days and swallowing hurts so I went to the doctor today and I was negative for everything but my throat was apparently so swollen that they decided to just treat it like strep anyway. I’m in bed in my coziest Hippo Campus hoodie, which I bought pretty much just because I saw them at an outdoor venue and it was unexpectedly rainy and cold that night, but it’s now the softest and comfiest thing I own. my bestie that I went with got a matching one and it’s always comforting to think that he could be wearing his at the same time but honestly idk where I stand with him right now because he pulls me back into his orbit every so often and it always leaves me spinning out when he pulls away again and pretends like the whole brief intense burst of attention never happened. I’m supposed to go visit my grandparents with my family in a couple days but I just want to be here in my bed in my cozy hoodie rewatching Superstore season 4 (I haven’t finished the show yet but I’m not stable enough to watch Jonah and Amy break up so I rewound and I’m watching beloved season 4 episodes) but also I would love it if I could swallow again. one of my other best friends offered to come over and make me tea if I don’t start feeling better soon and that’s so sweet. but also we’ve had some strange tension lately, like romantic tension, and we’ve done this two summers in a row. like we seem like we’re gonna date for a while and then we just don’t and go off and date other people. and then come back around to each other every June, like clockwork. but he’d come over and make me tea right now if I asked because our platonic love is so pure and that’s so rare. this is the first time in so long where I’ve had multiple weeks to just kind of relax and nothing crazy has happened and actually I’m bored I think. but band camp will start in two weeks and then I’m sure everything will spiral and I’ll say there’s too much chaos but right now I’m bored. this went so off the rails but welcome to my brain. I miss Last Week Tonight. I need John Oliver to talk about the royal coronation and that submarine and whatever the fuck else is going on. I thought about that because I thought about ending this post with a late night-style sign off. I think I need to be tested for somewhere between one and twenty seven different things. 

[astrologydray]

Solar Return Chart Placements: RED FLAGS and GREEN FLAGS 🚩 🚩🚩

Red Flags 🚨🚨

🚨SR Venus in the 12th house:

~You think you’re in love… but are you in love, or just in your fantasy era? Affairs, secret crushes, or straight-up ignoring red flags.

🚨SR Mars in the 4th house:

~Why are you beefing with your family? Or randomly arguing in your house like it’s WWE?

🚨SR Moon in the 8th house:

~Emotional rollercoaster. You’re deep in your feels, possibly obsessing over someone, and not telling anyone about it.

🚨SR Neptune on the Ascendant:

~You’re either glowing or delusional. Sometimes both. Boundaries? Never heard of her.

🚨SR Saturn in the 6th house:

~Burnout alert. Overworking, health wake-up calls, or straight-up needing a nap all year.

🚨SR Pluto in the 7th house:

~Your relationships are intense AF. Power struggles, jealousy, or someone trying to control you? Yeah…

🚨SR Uranus in the 4th house:

~You might move unexpectedly. Or your home life just feels unstable. Get renter’s insurance.

🚨SR Mercury Retrograde:

~Communication chaos. Tech issues, misunderstandings, or reliving old convos in the shower.

GREEN Flags🍀☘️

🍀SR Jupiter in the 10th house:

~Career boost? Public recognition? Glow-up that has people pressed? That’s you this year.

🍀SR Venus in the 1st house:

~You’re gorgeous, magnetic, and everyone notices. You’re the muse — people are obsessed.

🍀SR Sun in the 11th house:

~You’re finding your people. Strong support system, community wins, and social opportunities everywhere.

🍀SR Moon in the 2nd house:

~Financial emotional security. You feel stable, you’re building confidence, and your bank account might actually thrive.

🍀SR North Node in the 6th house:

~You’re aligning with your purpose in the day-to-day. Health glow-up, work consistency, and routine magic.

🍀SR Mercury in the 3rd house:

~Brain working at 110%. Ideas flowing. Content creators and writers? This is your year.

🍀SR Saturn in the 2nd house (yes, really):

~You’re building real financial security. It’s not flashy, but it’s solid. Long-term money moves.

🍀SR Venus conjunct MC:

~Beautiful reputation. You could attract career blessings, attention, or even romance through your work.