normal-horoscopes:

Aries: A harbinger of death and ill tidings, a specter of ill fortune across almost every culture on earth. Very pettable.

Taurus: Something long lived. So long lived that its scales have layers like the earths crust. Long forgotten weather systems trapped beneath its hide.

Gemini: One of many, or many of one, or a single part of a larger but singular whole. The roots go deep.

Cancer: Four black wings like a storm, talons remarkably like whaling hooks and a face of flawless white porcelain. 

Leo: An artificial guardian that completed its job too well. It fears fire.

Virgo: A collector of the blind and lost. Those who could see its face would never trust it.

Libra: What used to be worshiped as a god of the hunt, now trapped in a tangle of roots and cabled under a post-soviet radio tower.

Scorpio: Something that can speak several things at once. Its voice is maddening but it desires companionship.

Ophiuchus: Something that seems to think it is a doctor of some sort.

Sagittarius: Bits of feeling and memory from a thousand thousand wearers simply expanding to fill the space.

Capricorn: Something that learned its purpose and then proceeded to hunt and kill the person responsible. 

Aquarius: A memory of something. As it moves it leaves an afterimage.

Pisces: Something that was never supposed to happen, an accidental production of a horrible process. Beauty from nothing. 

mausspacearchive:

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

angryjewishsuggestion:

we really need allies right now, and I know seeing this on people’s blogs could be comforting to other Jewish people.

bexhibitionist:

booknerding:

I wonder what Hermione did the whole train ride to Hogwarts while Harry and Ron had the flying car

Probably had the only peace and quiet she’ll ever have for the rest of her life.