#you know... like bad omens...

[mercurytrinemoon]

A must-read case of planetary triggers: repeating transits coinciding with the same events

I decided to write down some of the transits that coincided with events and news that caused massive setbacks, heartache and meltdowns that I experienced throughout the last 5-ish years. I did this as an example and study for you guys to see. Pay attention to how close the orbs were and think about how accurate astrology is. Especially with repeating transits from Saturn/Neptune: when it went direct over my planet, retrograded and then direct again about a year later, causing literally the same circumstance (also yes, when they squared my planets during the retrograde they did nothing, interestingly)

Astrology sceptics would have a hard time arguing with this because these events were completely out of my hands, I was almost *kind of* just an observer in all of these situations.

Note: all of these events relate to the exact same issue (!) yet different natal planets were involved.

Saturn square natal Moon (0°03’ orb)

Saturn opposite natal Jupiter (0°04’ orb, it was almost stationing rx) + Pluto square natal Moon (less than 0°05' orb)

Saturn square natal Mars (0°15’ orb) 1st transit when direct

Saturn square natal Mars (same degree as my Mars, applying, can't remeber the exact day) 3rd transit when direct

Neptune square natal Mercury (0°05’ orb) 1st transit when direct

Neptune square natal Mercury (~0°05’ orb) 3rd transit when direct, kinda echoed back when it went exact about 1-2 weeks later

Mars+Uranus quincunx natal Mercury (0°20’ orb) + Sun opposite natal Saturn (1° orb)

Saturn square natal Venus (0°25’ orb) + Mars opposite natal Saturn (0°15’ orb)

Mars square natal Moon (0°17' orb) + Venus square natal Venus (just entered the same degree so ~0°50' orb) + Sun square natal Moon (0°28’ orb)

*squares to my Moon also mean oppositions/conjunctions to my Chiron cause I have a tight natal Moon-Chiron square. Also the first Saturn square Mars and the first Neptune square Mercury took place within a couple of weeks so actually both were active at the same time.

I'm almost bummed that some of the incidents weren't as pronounced when it comes to transits (I didn't include them): yes, I had negative transits but they were from planets like Mercury or Sun or a bit wider in orb.

Also, a question that has been brewing in my mind for a few hours and it finally crystallized: these transits are so exact and look almost like a planned personal attack that I'm wondering: if my issue didn't exist, would these events even occur?

Because these transits are so specifically aimed at your weaknesses that it definitely looks like the higher planetary powers are pushing people to (unknowingly) act in a way that will hurt you and create circumstances that will be negative to you (and not necessarily to other people).

Idk, some food for thought.

I hope you're just amazed at these transits as I am. I won't lie, I definitely DO NOT like going through these meldowns and the repercussions of these transits are so consistent that it makes me terrified of bad transits, but at least I can have my good astrologer moment. Also, seeing something like this, no one can argue with me that astrology is bogus.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[t4twnyclaw]

Snowbird lunged at him. "The warrior code is more important than any cat's life!" She flung him backward and dug her claws into his throat. "I'm going to kill you."

[hikarry]

I honestly can't wait to see some absolutely unhinged angel boy 😌💅

[screamsinsilver]

when your mates absolutely need to interrupt your twitch stream with an urgent house update + the guys all trying communion wafers

i think about this clip regularly (jesse is the funniest guy in that house)

[ghostymarni]

It’s hard enough being alone with myself, I don’t know how long I’ll be holding on-

[consultingfujoshi]

mean absolutely zero hate by this at all but talking to non book fans casually about certain details of the book is literally the funniest shit ever like yall are so sweet you dont know anything. yes aziraphale gets called a faggot in the book. by an eleven year old girl. and yes crowley revives the dove at the birthday party not aziraphale. and book fans got so mad about this change that they initially boycotted the show when it came out in 2019. dont worry I dont get it either. please continue to be confused about all this it makes my day every time I see someone in my tags be outraged they put homophobic slurs in a book written in 1989 <3

[queer-reader-07]

if i see one more person try to claim aziraphale doesn’t love crowley as much as crowley loves aziraphale i will throw hands.

say it with me: just because they show & express their love for each other differently doesn’t mean one of them loves the other more

[aelirus]

I meant to say this yesterday morning. For no reason except that this just tends to happen over time and I'm mentally ill.

CALL ME SELFISH... but I love being credited with ideas I've given others or that helped inspire something else for someone. I love it so never worry about @'ing me or telling me that. You don't have to and it typically slips people's minds especially if they liked something enough to make it their own, and I'm sure I do it plenty too (never be afraid to come on my post or in my comments or dms and claim an idea thats yours btw. Tell em!!!)

Actually, the more selfish part comes from the fact that if I think my part is not being acknowledged in something I turn evil as fuck (just annoyed), which I am working on by just ignoring the thing. Because I know I can't claim ideas or thought processes. I just figure I should warn.

[ebechnasheim]

Just- ah I can’t

📸 G. L.

[danidoesathing]

I’m taking The Night We Met until people learn how to use it correctly. sorry I’m gatekeeping now. Just because the ship is tragically doomed doesn’t mean it’s tnwm. If they’re not worse off and regretting every second of it while still mourning the love they had then it’s not the Night We Met. You’re looking for Love Like Ghosts. or In the Wind. or I Lied or When the Night is Over or Drops in the Lake or like any other Lord Huron tragic love song. It’s like the main thing they write about. pick any other song. I refuse to let yall keep disrespecting Frankie Lou like this.

[myfairstarlight]

"But how could Aziraphale believe for a second that Crowley did that horrible thing" because Crowley takes credits for shit the humans do themselves all the time? Because Crowley gets mad when Aziraphale implies he's kind?? But then also gets offended when Aziraphale assumes the worst??? Idk man these two are a mess okay

Added on edit: That's why I kinda want more flashbacks in s3 from Crowley's pov. Because he's still a demon, yes, his main demonic tactic is being a massive annoyance, but that's mainly in modern times, he still had assignments to do and I doubt Beelzebub gave him jobs where he just needed to be an inconvenience. He could get away with not killing Job's kids but what if for other assignments he wasn't so lucky? And he probably had to be buddy buddy with not so top-nutch people too. I know we'll probably not gonna see the moral complexity of this explored but I think it's something interesting to think about.

[abastardworthknowing]

‘“‘“I want Crowley to yell at Aziraphale!”’”’

‘“‘“I want Aziraphale to yell at Crowley!’”’’”

I want them to yell at each other then kiss sloppy style

[kedreeva]

Hey! So I've been following you since you posted a lot about good omens in 2019ish? I remember you talking about wing fics vividly, but I just want to ask:

How are you doing after season 2?

Good! I enjoyed season 2, and I look forward to seeing how things resolve in season 3.

I think there are a lot of folks upset about various things, for various reasons, a lot of which boil down to "the season didn't go how I wanted it to/thought it should go" or "the season didn't end wrapped up neatly like S1 did." Neither of which, imo, are fair judgments of a season that a) isn't that person's story and b) was meant to be a bridge not an ending. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, of course, and to their feelings, but I do wonder how many have taken honest assessment of those feelings and opinions.

In my opinion, it's unfair to claim a story is bad JUST because it didn't do what you wanted it to do. It's not a bad story just because characters didn't act how you predicted or wanted, either. Some of the responses I've seen hinge almost entirely on "but canon didn't do what fanon/I decided is best" usually with the caveat of "before I even saw the season" and that's... ignoble at best. It's fair to criticize poor storytelling, but I feel like you have to have the whole story, or most of it, to do that, and we don't have that. We're actually smack in the middle of the story, by my judgment.

This season was never meant to be The Whole Story, we have known for a long time that there is a season 3 planned (whether or not it's ever able to come to fruition is a separate issue, it has been planned since a long time ago). As such, I don't think it's fair at all to the story to be angry that the season didn't stop at a nice, neat, happily-ever-after, because this isn't the end of the story.

To quote one of my favorite authors, Peter S. Beagle: "Things must happen when it is time for them to happen. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story."

They cannot have a happy ending until they've fixed the problems, and even before the end scene there, problems abounded. The unicorns are still unrescued. It's still the middle of the story.

[squipedmew]

neo and oscar found out later that the worst part is the pick up line worked

[crybaby-bkg]

“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.

His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.

“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.

“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.

His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.

“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.

“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”

He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.

“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.

He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.