TWELVE SIGNS: taurus. (april 20 - may 21)
“Tranquillity, joy of life and sensuality are essential to you: you are a simple and quiet nature. You find happiness easily because you are not competitive, your relaxed attitude and your common sense invariably lead you towards fulfillment, even though you are not the number one, even though you do not move in haste. Constructing is important to you. Your patience and your persistence yield strong, steadfast, sustainable efforts that can withstand any pitfalls. You are gentle, with a slow thinking process, but once you have opted for an orientation, nothing, nor anyone, can make you change your mind. You loathe changes in general and once you have taken the few major unavoidable decisions in the course of your life, you are on track.”
Signs, ♈♉♊♋♌♍♎♏♐♑♒♓: And How They Show Their Love :
♈Aries : They don't. They hide it just as it's something to be embarrassed of.
♉Taurus : They give all of their attention to you. You're the only one who matters.
♊Gemini : Compliment after comliment... will talk about you a lot.
♋Cancer : Give you a lot of gifts. And they will do anything you ask them to do.
♌Leo : Will joke around you. They will give their everything to look best for you.
♍Virgo : They will just listen. Probbably will think about you for 24/7
♎Libra : They will tell you how much they love you, they will do anything to make you love them as much as they love you.
♏Scoprio : They will hug you, and kiss you all the time. They will show you trough their actions that they care about you.
♐Sagittaurius : They will take you for a trip, or a party, will act completely crazy around you, show you what the world has to offer.
♑Capricorn : They will do things for you, they will care a lot about you, buy expensive and luxurious things just to make you happy.
♒Aquarius : They will do little things to make you notice. They won't say it, ever but you will know when they love you.
♓Pisces : They will give their 100% to make you happy, will always be shy around you, and they will try to like things that they don't just to make you happy.
ARIES: Angry
Typically pretty quiet unless someone tries to one up or call you out. It's for good reason and not out of the blue.
TAURUS: Conceited
Boastful is more like it. People take it the wrong way, you are just proud of what you have accomplished/possess and want to share.
GEMINI: Two faced
Seeing both sides to situations is what you do best so it's seen as being "fake". There are lots of interests and naturally that is seen as unsure so it's "expected" that you can change any second.
CANCER: Moody
The moon is your planetary ruler so of course there are going to be all kinds of emotions at random times. It's also because you can take in other's emotions easily.
LEO: Selfish
Pleasure is an important value and you know how to get it. Sometimes will do no matter what it takes even if it means doing the" wrong" thing.
VIRGO: Boring
This sign is the most careful and has a backup plan for almost everything. To most it comes off as unecessary but does come in handy and shows us new point of views.
LIBRA: Flaky
Uncertainty is your biggest struggle and you want to experience different things. Putting the two together makes it seem as if your unstable, you just want to try many paths.
SCORPIO: Possessive
All you ask is to have people mind their own. Sometimes can be a stingy but it's your things that you have earned and of great value.
SAGGITTARIUS: Crazy
Nothing wrong with wanting to go out and have a fun time. Let loose. Even if that means telling over the top stories, getting wasted, busting out a window, and starting a fight.
CAPRICORN: Controlling
Goals are huge in your life and if they are threatned matters will be taken into your own hands. The way it's handeled comes off as harsh but you know what needs to be done.
AQUARIUS: Careless
No rules, regulations, or restrictions is what you desire and there is so much to take in and learn. Usually not a plan or even thought of what could happen, you live in the moment .
PISCES: Spacey
Most of the time people may question if you are high or not awake because your mind is far out and in tune with your inner self and emotions. May take a bit to get out of it.
There’s a Time to Pray and There’s a Time to Fight
TW: PTSD, claustrophobia, child abuse.
Solo, after receiving ~ the letter ~
He’s drunk. He has to be.
Alex has been getting drunk with increasing frequency lately. He sits at his laptop and plays the video of the man over and over again. He sends more flowers, more cards from some anonymous concerned citizen. And with every replay, every card sent, he drinks more. It’s stupid. It’s happened already. The man is alive. George. He won’t ever walk again, or have sex, or be able to use the bathroom in the normal way again. But he’s alive. And that’s what’s supposed to count, right? That’s what everyone would tell him if they knew. But they don’t know. Because Alex isn’t telling anyone. He isn’t on camera. He’s seen this same story from every angle, and he’s always behind the news cameras. No one knows why the man just started floating in mid-air for long enough to catch it on film. He just does.
Some scientists have been on the news lately, trying to explain. There’s theories about wind currents and happenstance, how the buildings around George must have created some sort of wind tunnel, or how he might have been caught on something. But there’s no actual explanation because no one actually knows. It’s like when all those birds were dying, in huge numbers, for absolutely no reason. Or the Lochness. It’s a mystery. A mystery that Alex knows the truth to.
But what is truth but someone’s perception? People aren’t supposed to be able to control things with their mind. The truth is that gravity works the way it works and you can’t change it. The truth is that you can’t see the future, or magically heal people in your sleep, or wield fire like it’s a malleable substance. The truth is that when you burn the fucking letter to a crisp, it stays burned.
And yet it doesn’t.
He’s drunk. Definitely drunk.
He drops his backpack on the floor and stares at the wall. Where the hell are all these thumb tacks coming from? He doesn’t have thumb tacks in this chaotic den of uncontrolled emotions. He marches toward it, rips it off of his wall, and growls. One look at the window and it lurches upward, the wood of its frame slamming so hard against the top that it splinters the corner. He doesn’t care. Fingers shred the page and toss them out. He watches them swirl in the air and flutter to the pavement below.
There. He’s certain, even being less than sober, that the letter is gone.
He turns around. And his heart clenches painfully beneath his ribs. A whole shudder goes through him. He whips back, staring out the window at the scraps of paper on the ground outside. They’re gone now. Did they just drift away or...?
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Alex shouts, at no one. At everyone. Out the damn window. He presses his back up against the glass and stares at the letter thumb tacked to his wall, glares at it as if his very look can ignite it on fire like Kieran. But nothing happens. The letter is still there, its strange words burning into his retinas.
“We know what to do about it.”
Alex had seen enough movies to know what the fuck that meant. Images of whitewashed walls, sterile equipment, and tight jackets flash through his mind. He feels his throat tighten. He doesn’t understand why Jude wants to figure any of this out. Why can’t they just figure out how to live with it until it goes away? Do none of them watch scifi? Do they not read? People with abilities like their own aren’t people at all. They’re monsters. And they deserve to be locked away.
Alex’s knees give out before he realizes it, and he crashes to the floor of his dorm room, his back pressed so tightly against the wall that he thinks he might fuse with it. His knees pull up to his chest and he wraps his arms around them.
A scream tears apart his mind, and he shuts his eyes against it despite his better judgment. Darkness only makes it worse.
He can see it now, the screaming boy, clawing at the door, his nails splintered, finger tips bloody. Screaming for help, screaming to be let out. He cries, hot tears running down dirty cheeks. But the room is empty and cold and small. It’s not even a room at all. It’s a closet. And the door is locked. He’s naked, his punishment hanging all around him, taunting him with forgiveness if he’ll only do as he’s told. Promising to let his body be free so long as he accepts the prison of his mind. This isn’t right. It isn’t normal, he hears from the other side. And if he doesn’t quit it, he’s going to go away for real. The men in the white coats will come. They love disobedient children. They will lock him away forever.
Alex gasps and opens his eyes. Tears stream down his cheeks. His blood pulses in his ears, heart slamming against the inside of his ribs. He cries out, and an invisible wall slams against everything around him, pushing his bed, his desk, his dresser all out and away. He needs to breathe. He needs room to move. His hands fall to the floor, nails scraping against hard wood. He tries to blink away the tears but they keep coming, and all he can do is stare at that damn letter. That damn, fucking letter.
He isn’t going. No. He is. He has to. Jude and Des and Imogen... all of them will be there. But that doesn’t mean he has to. No, it does. He can’t just leave them behind. Leave them behind like he was. He can’t. He can.
Scarlet rises up Alex’s neck and cheeks, hot, unbridled, boiling anger that shakes his entire frame. He screams. His body shakes. Veins protrude from his forehead, blood vessels burst in his eye. He screams louder, and the whole room begins to shake, to shift. Everything inside wobbles, things crash off of his shelves.
The letter whips in the sudden breeze, and all around it, cracks spider up the dry wall until, with a final jerk of Alex’s head, a hole punches through his wall to the hallway on the other side, sending the letter with it.
There’s chaos out there. He can hear it. Doors slamming and boys running into the hall, wondering what the fuck just happened. The word “earthquake” is thrown around, but no one is looking at Alex room. Not yet. Alex stares at the hole. His dresser skids across the floor to cover it up, but he keeps staring. He wants to see that damn letter materialize somewhere now. Come on, Forces That Be. Try him.
He slides his nose across his sleeve and it comes away bloody. But he doesn’t seem to notice.
