#celestialmuses

As Finn climbed out of his car he felt the ease of his muscles relaxing, finally free from a busy day. It's been a long week and all he wants to do is unwind with a glass of wine he's been saving in his apartment and not think about the stack of cases waiting for him back at work. As he grabbed his work bag from the back seat he glanced up and saw his neighbor also walking into the building. Finn doesn't like to hate people, mostly because others are usually not worth his time, but Leia is a different story. She has always managed to get under his skin and in return he has made sure to make her life a living hell for as long as she lives here. He climbed up the stairs and walked through the main lobby, giving a half wave to the girl sitting behind the admission desk. He always did his best to avoid making eye contact with her, she was always a bit too eager to talk to him and he wasn't in the mood.

His eyes locked on Leia as she entered the elevator and he held up his hand in an act of getting her attention. "Hold the elevator!" He called, picking up his pace and jogging towards her. The doors were sliding closed when he approached the door but he still managed to stop them with his hand so he could get inside. It was just the two of them inside and Finn knew for a fact that she had been pushing the button for the doors to close. What a bitch. Finn reached in front of her, invading her space completely as he pressed the button for his floor. "Next time be a bit quicker closing the elevator, yeah?" He spoke in a condescending tone towards her, something he just does naturally to people he deems beneath him. He is about to throw another insult her way when he hears a loud groan from above and the elevator scream to a halt. Finn braced himself against the wall as the lights flickered and dimmed and he let out his own grown. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He didn't know what was worse, that this was happening on a friday night right after work, or that is was happening with his least liked neighbor.

Of all the signs prone to intimacy wounds, I think it has to be Aquarius.

Now I know that seems hasty especially when intimacy and water signs are often seen as two peas in a pod, but that's exactly what I mean. Even if watery energy is poorly aspected, it is still incentivized to be intimate.

Aquarius though? There is no outside incentive. Not only is it not their life purpose (speaking strictly as if though the energy is in isolation) but being the Air Sign that is ruled by Saturn, and is thus called more to karmic endeavors in their life, they can even neglect this.

Is what it looks like to a non-aquarian.

Then I got to thinking about what the chart of someone who is an Aquarius ASC looks like, and found that the water signs are present in the 2nd (Pisces), 6th(Cancer), and 10th(Scorpio) houses. So what can this tell us about all aquarius placements/people? Well that their emotions are rooted in something very real, and very felt, in their daily life. Emotions are not just felt, they affect, it is seen in their worldly possessions (or lack thereof since Pisces gives a sense that these natives are never really sure of their 'ownership' over anything), their daily routine is very much based on their mood. Changes with the moon as any Cancer knows. The 10th house? Well I don't need to say much about the house known as the 'career' house, can't get more worldly than that.

So then I remember that Aquarius is often called to otherworldly endeavors, something greater than themselves. Unlike Capricorn, who is called to work and master the self, Aquarius is called to master others…. that sounds a little weird let me explain.

First let's look at all of the air signs, which we know to be social. Whether they like it or not, Libra, Gemini, and Aquarius must face humanity in some regard in this life. Gemini, ruled by Mercury, is called to communicate, but on an interpersonal level. They are called to master communication in intimate groups of people. Three's a crowd and Gemini can't handle much more communication than that. Libra? Libra is called to the balancing act between groups of people, Venus as the ruling planet calls for things to be orderly in a pleasing way. The aesthetics of it all, Optics if you will.

Then Aquarius, ruled by Saturn, is called to… work hard? Well no, Aquarius is called to show us what we have neglected. Aquarius says "look. We have already let this go on for too long, we must put time into changing this" and that word time is key for why Aquarius is most likely to have intimacy wounds. The time it takes to change the world, is time that is often not invested in emotions. There is no time to focus on the individual, only on the collective (hence why the highest point in the chart for an Aquarius ASC is Scorpio, the sign of transformation and ruled by Mars/Pluto. Emotion that is only used to move forward collectively.) Yet it is very well known that Saturn ruled natives experience intense personal events. No one debates this when it comes to Capricorn, the universe shapes these people under the energies they were born under.

Tilly took only a split second to gauge the man's reaction as she came to his defense, seeing how he quickly went along with it and deciding that was her permission to move closer to him. She leaned into his side, casually sliding her arm across his back to curl her manicured nails around his waist. The intimate gesture caught the other woman's attention and Tigerlily couldn't help but smirk to herself as she noticed how it seemed to catch her off guard.

As the man beside her spoke, her turned her face to his, smiling as she made a motion with her hand, emphasizing her words. "See! That's what I said too. I guess it's not boujee enough for the young kids these days." She shrugged, chuckling softly before she turned her attention back to the other pair. The woman was pretty enough, Tigerlily thought, as she made a blatant show of looking her up and down as she checked the other woman out. Her attitude stunk though and one look at the lug beside her told the blonde everything she needed to know. She liked to think she could read people pretty damn well, and knew the tell tale signs of a desperate rebound when she saw one.

Tilly's expression shifted to one of recognition, as if hearing the woman's name seemed to click in some part of her brain, despite having never seen any one of these people before tonight. "Ohhh -- is that right?" Tilly quirked a brow, her piercing gaze moving between the pair. Tilly liked to think if she wasn't a dancer, she'd have made for a pretty good actress. "Aww, well isn't that just adorable." She spoke in a sickly sweet voice, the kind that teetered on being completely condescending. "Well, congratulations." She held up her glass in a mock toast. "You two look like you're just perfect for each other. If you wouldn't mind excusing us though, it's date night and I've been dying to get this one all to myself all night." Tilly glanced back towards the man she hung from, giving him a seductive smile. "Shall we go find a table, darling?"

They had always talked about taking a vacation—one where they could finally escape the noise of everyday life and be surrounded by nothing but towering trees, the whisper of the wind, and the grounding presence of nature. Now, standing here, in the heart of it all, it felt surreal. Avery stepped onto the back porch, her bare feet pressing against the wooden planks still cool from the earlier rainfall. The air carried the crisp scent of damp earth and pine, mingling with the distant sound of water trickling through a hidden creek.

"Oh good, you're home. I thought today would never end." Working at home was a gift but can still be frustrating when it comes to working with customers or clients on the other end of a phone line. "Do whatever you need to do, just let me know what you want for dinner." Natalie had a laid back and open personality, did not matter if they wanted a home cooked meal, take out or a sit down. "I am just finishing a couple emails."

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she is sure she is about to be stood up, and her mind won’t stop spinning. typical charlie, letting herself overthink until the thoughts stack too high and collapse in on themselves. but they’re too late now—far too late—so maybe, just this once, her anxiety is justified. she looks at the door, then her hands, then the door again. she tortures herself with this back and forth about thirty-seven times, maybe more, until the movement makes her dizzy. the headache aches behind her eyes, sharp and pulsing. a sign, she thinks. it's her body telling her to quit.

they’re not coming. she has failed at being lovable.