Let’s Get One Thing Clear: This Is Not A Cry For Help. It’s A Mood. This Playlist Is Made For Characters

How many can you check off with the Cancer in your life?

Did they guilt-trip you, then bake you something sweet? Did they say “I’m not mad” and then bring up a fight from 3 years ago?

Tag yourself. Tag your Cancer. Reblog with how many you hit.

no one understands him like you do. and maybe—just maybe—no one will ever understand you like he does.

you could run. you could listen to everyone’s warnings. but what would be the point if he’s the only one who sees you?

🖤 moodboard for “but mom, I love him.”

This moodboard includes AI-generated content

🦀 The Stars Said I Could (a totally not-legally-a-mad-lib Cancer fic filler)

Mars was in (emotion), the moon was in Cancer, and I was about to (verb) someone’s entire (noun).

All because they said “(petty quote)” like I wouldn’t remember it forever.

I put on my (adjective) lip gloss, grabbed my (object), and texted (name):

“You have five minutes to explain or I’m crying in your voicemail again.”

Fill it in, tag me, and blame the stars.

I stare at my roommate. He’s losing it.

"He's not a cat, okay?! I saw him. He was walking—like a full-on human—and then just turned into a cat. I've heard him talk! In cat form!" (He points dramatically at the fluffy traitor.) "Say something!" "Meow."

I snort. "I don’t know... seems like a cat to me."

He storms out.

I turn to the cat. "You have to be more careful." The cat looks up at me and shrugs. "I dunno. I just like messing with him."

"Say something!"

"Meow."

My sister is always telling me what to do—where to go, who I can and can’t see—and honestly? She’s usually overreacting. So when the cutest guy at school asked me out, and she warned me not to go, I rolled my eyes and snuck out the window anyway.

But now, hiding behind a tree while he and his friends hunt me down, I have to admit… she was right this time.

I hated to admit that she was right this time.

Ooo this is giving serious ‘my dad can actually beat up your dad’ energy—and he’d do it in style

💥 When dads wear spikes, raw metal, and attitude... 🖤

This Father's Day, skip the clichés. Style him in raw soldered attitude!

More statement piece availble at my site. ✨

Soft. Sweet. Slightly threatening.

She’s got lip gloss and a knife, and she’s emotionally equipped to ruin your day while baking cupcakes.

This is the official Princess Cancer aesthetic—she cries in the car but still looks cute when she threatens your ex.

Image credit:

Photo by Rendy Novantino on Unsplash

“She might forgave him, but I'm a Cancer. I archive pain and I plan revenge”

This week’s prompt comes straight from the heart… and the emotional glovebox where we keep the glittery knife.

Tag @PlotArcade or reblog if you write something—I wanna see all the soft-core emotional carnage 💅

Absolutely serving ‘paranormal but make it fashion’—this is so good.

Ghost hunting !! I love ghost hunting games <3 especially phasmophobia !!