#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.

09. STAYED → they stayed

theme: trust ❤️‍🩹

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✦ YOU ✦

You didn’t notice the exact moment things stopped feeling like they were about to break again.

It wasn’t dramatic. There was no apology that fixed everything, no sudden conversation that stitched the damage back together in one clean moment. It was slower than that. Almost unfairly quiet.

It was waking up and realizing no one had left. It was saying something small and not being met with hesitation or distance. It was sitting in silence and not feeling like you had to prepare for it to turn into abandonment.

But even then… you still waited for it to fall apart.

Because part of you still remembered what it felt like when “staying” didn’t last.

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✦ ZORO ✦

Zoro stayed closer now, but not in a way that felt suffocating or loud. It was just… constant.

He didn’t apologize often with words. When he did, it came out rough, like it wasn’t something he was used to carrying out loud.

“…I should’ve noticed sooner,” he said once, voice low. “Before it got this bad between us.”

It wasn’t an excuse. It was acknowledgment. And for him, that meant everything.

Now, when you got quiet, he didn’t retreat into distance anymore. He stayed where you could see him, like he was learning how to exist without disappearing when things felt uncomfortable.

And one night, when you finally looked at him properly instead of looking past him, his expression shifted—like something in him finally loosened after being tight for too long.

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✦ SANJI ✦

Sanji tried to apologize more than once.

Not the polished kind he used to give. Not the careful ones meant to smooth things over. These were messier. Real.

“I didn’t mean for you to feel alone,” he said, voice shaking slightly. “But I still made you feel that way, didn’t I?”

And you didn’t answer immediately. Because the truth didn’t feel simple anymore.

He looked at you like he was afraid of your silence more than your anger.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, softer this time. “I’m really sorry… for making love feel like distance.”

That broke something in his voice. Not loudly. Just enough that you could see he had finally understood the weight of it.

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✦ LUFFY ✦

Luffy still smiled. Still reached. Still stayed loud when things got quiet.

But now, he also paused. Like he was checking if you were still with him before pulling you into his world.

“Hey,” he said one day, softer than usual. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were alone before.”

You blinked at him.

He scratched the back of his head, expression unusually unsure. “I thought staying close was enough… I didn’t know it could still hurt like that.”

And for once, his voice didn’t carry certainty. It carried regret.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’ll do better this time.”

And somehow, you believed he meant it. Not because he was perfect—but because he stayed even after realizing he wasn’t.

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✦ LAW ✦

Law didn’t apologize often. When he did, it sounded like something carefully pulled apart instead of spoken freely.

“I miscalculated,” he said quietly. “I thought distance would prevent harm.”

His eyes didn’t leave you, but his voice softened slightly.

“It didn’t.”

That was all he said at first. Then a pause.

“I should have accounted for how it would feel to you instead of only what it meant logically.”

It wasn’t emotional in the way others were. But it was honest in a way that meant more coming from him.

And for the first time, he didn’t step back after saying something difficult. He stayed in it with you.

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✦ ACE ✦

Ace tried to joke at first—but it didn’t last.

“Guess I messed that up pretty bad, huh?” he said, trying to laugh. But it broke halfway through.

Then he stopped pretending.

“I’m sorry,” he said more quietly. “For acting like I could just laugh it off and it wouldn’t stay with you.”

His hands clenched slightly at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore.

“I was scared,” he admitted. “And I made it your problem instead of dealing with it.”

That was the first time he didn’t try to hide behind humor at all.

And the silence after felt heavier—but more real.

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✦ SABO ✦

Sabo looked at you like he had been carrying guilt for too long without realizing how visible it had become.

“I should’ve stayed,” he said quietly. “I kept thinking space was the right thing… but it just became absence.”

His voice cracked slightly on the last word.

“I’m sorry,” he added. “For making you feel like you were recovering alone.”

And that was the first time he didn’t try to explain it away. He just let the regret exist.

Because this time, he wasn’t trying to fix the past. He was trying not to repeat it.

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✦ YOU ✦

You didn’t answer right away.

Because something in your chest felt too full to turn into words immediately.

They were all here. Still here. Saying things they hadn’t said when it mattered most. Trying now, when everything already hurt differently.

And you wanted to be angry still. Part of you was.

But another part… was just tired.

So when you finally spoke, your voice didn’t come out strong. It came out fragile.

“I’m still scared,” you admitted. “That one day I’ll wake up and it’ll all go back to how it was before.”

No one interrupted you.

And that silence—this time—was different. It didn’t feel empty. It felt like listening.

Zoro looked away first, jaw tight. Sanji’s hands trembled slightly. Luffy’s smile faded completely. Law closed his eyes for a moment. Ace exhaled like he didn’t trust his voice. Sabo stepped half a step closer before stopping himself.

“I don’t want to go through that again,” you whispered.

And that was when it finally broke.

Not into separation.

But into something raw and shared.

Zoro turned his head slightly, like he was forcing himself not to look away. “Neither do I.”

Sanji’s voice came out broken. “I’m sorry… I really am.”

Luffy stepped forward first, slower this time. “I’m here,” he said, almost pleading.

Law didn’t speak—but he didn’t move away either.

Ace laughed once, sharp and wet at the same time, like he hated how real this felt. “Yeah… me too.”

Sabo’s voice barely held. “I won’t leave again.”

And then it wasn’t held in anymore.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until your breath hitched and your vision blurred.

And one by one, so were they.

Not loudly at first. Not all at once. Just the kind of crying that comes when holding it in for too long finally stops working.

Zoro turned away, shoulders tight. Sanji wiped his face quickly like he was angry at himself. Luffy’s hands shook as he stayed close but didn’t know what to do with it. Law looked down, silent, expression controlled but eyes not. Ace covered his face, laughing through it like it hurt. Sabo finally let his composure crack fully, breathing uneven.

And you—

you cried too.

Not alone this time.

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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.