#trustissues

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🌸 People with Mercury in the 12th house think a lot but say very little, like words get processed somewhere deeper before they’re allowed out.

🌸 If you have Moon square Saturn in your natal chart, you may have learned early that emotions are "too much" or inconvenient, so you must control them, delay them, or hide them.

🌸 I've observed that people with Venus in their 8th house don’t do light love. To them, love means attachment, merging, and fear of loss. All at once, there's no in-between.

🌸 With Mars in the 6th house in your natal chart, you may turn stress into action, always doing something but rarely feeling at ease.

🌸 If your natal Sun squares your natal Neptune, you may experience struggles with identity, like you're never fully sure who you are without external reflection and validation.

🌸 If you have Saturn in the 1st house in your natal chart, you may always feel watched, judged, even when no one is actually paying attention to you.

🌸 With natal Jupiter in the 12th house in your chart, you may be protected in unexpected and silent ways. Your luck shows up in invisible ways, not obvious, but it’s there.

🌸 If your natal Uranus is placed in the 7th house, you may attract unpredictable people/partners/friends, relationships that start and end suddenly, or never stabilize properly - helllooooooooo, it's meeeeeeee 😭

🌸 Mercury opposite Neptune people may hear everything and doubt everything. Their intuition and confusion may be mixed.

🌸 With Pluto in the 4th house in your natal chart, you may carry family patterns deeply, even when trying to break away from them.

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Credits to @leech-mother (images) and to @strangergraphics (divider)🌷

1. Truth Under a Broken Sky

Coordinates: low orbit over Rann. Mission status: Thanagarian artifact neutralized. Participants: World’s Finest (currently, off-universe).

The final blow is delivered in tandem, as always. Clark holds the gravitational core with both hands, containing an explosion that could have folded the city in on itself, while Bruce—magnetically anchored to a shattered satellite—inserts the disruptor manually, milliseconds from implosion.

There’s no margin for error. There never is when it’s the two of them.

The artifact collapses inward with a dull sound, nonexistent in the vacuum. Space stills. The debris drifts like a metallic cemetery.

Clark exhales first. Bruce takes a few seconds longer.

They remain suspended in silence, floating among alien junk and stars that are too bright. Clark moves closer—close enough for Bruce to notice without sensors.

Clark: Are you okay?

The question is automatic. Mission routine. Nothing personal.

Bruce opens his mouth to give the usual answer.

Fine. Operational. No structural damage.

But something catches. Like an invisible hook around his chest.

Bruce: No.

The silence that follows is… enormous.

Clark blinks. Not because he didn’t understand, but because his brain needs an extra second to slot that answer into the right place.

Clark: …no?

Bruce closes his eyes. Just for a second. Long enough to know he can’t fix it now.

Bruce: I’m not okay. I’m tired. My ribs hurt. And I hate fighting intergalactic things that could kill me just by… thinking too hard.

Clark doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t smile.

Clark: Bruce…

The name, said like that, without the suit as a buffer, tightens something behind his sternum.

Bruce: I’m human—he continues, because he can’t stop now. And sometimes I forget that matters until I’m hanging off a broken satellite waiting for something not to explode.

Clark closes the distance completely now. He doesn’t touch him. He respects that boundary as if it were sacred.

Clark: Thank you for telling me.

Bruce opens his eyes. Frowns.

Bruce: That wasn’t… an invitation to—

Clark: I know.

A few seconds pass. Then a few more. Space doesn’t rush anyone.

Clark: Do you want me to take you back? Or would you rather use the Zeta?

Bruce should lie. Say it doesn’t matter. That he doesn’t need anything.

He can’t.

Bruce: You. I hate Zeta beams, anyway.

Clark nods without hesitation.

They don’t say anything else. They’re a little scared.

Okay, but first, full disclosure: I started this rant because I was looking for funny BotSatS incorrect quotes or whatever the stupid acronym is, just some late-night nonsense to make my brain giggle, and instead I stumbled on this absolutely tragic Snojanus post by @binarisunset (I literally suck at using this app so here’s a link to their account https://www.tumblr.com/binarisunset) that crushed my soul so thoroughly it dragged my brain into a full-on literary spiral instead of letting me go to bed at 2 a.m.; so here we are.

Okay, but can we talk about how betrayal only ever hurts because intimacy exists first 😭; like, it’s not just “someone does something bad,” it’s “someone you trusted, someone who mattered, someone who let you see them chooses to hurt you anyway,” and that’s literally why stories feel like knives in your chest; Othello doesn’t get destroyed by a stranger, he gets destroyed by Iago, the person who knows his heart, knows his weaknesses, knows what he will believe, and uses it against him; The Great Gatsby doesn’t even need violence — Daisy just chooses comfort over Gatsby, and he built his whole life around her love; weaponized intimacy, emotional murder in slow motion; Jane Eyre trusts Rochester, and when he hides Bertha, when he betrays that trust, it cuts harder than any random misfortune could; Victor Frankenstein abandons the Creature he created; the Creature didn’t need enemies, he needed a parent; that absence, that refusal of connection, absolute intimate cruelty; in the Bible, Adam and Eve didn’t even have the tools to understand the tree, and God punishes them anyway; Judas betrays Jesus with a kiss; the intimacy makes it sacred, spiritual, devastating.

And fandom, let me tell you, fandom hurts in the exact same way because the rules never change; John Walker spirals after Lemar dies, trapped between grief, guilt, the serum, and a government that demands perfection; he trusted people, he trusted rules, and all that trust collapses spectacularly, layering betrayal after betrayal; Sejanus and Coriolanus — friendship, political bonds, maybe love, and then betrayal; it’s gutting because the intimacy is what makes it irredeemable; the Marauders prank that hurt Remus? same formula; he let them in, and that’s what makes it hurt so much; the act itself isn’t betrayal, it’s the closeness he gave away that gets weaponized.

🌸😢📅 Will April still be kind to me? It started off by lying to me on the very first day. // 四月还会对我好吗？它第一天就在骗我。 Sì yuè hái huì duì wǒ hǎo ma? Tā dì yī tiān jiù zài piàn wǒ.