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💖😊✨Movie Post- Legally Blonde + Astrology Correlation 💖😊✨

Legally Blonde has been one of my all-time favorites, and the comedy mixed with the unique iconic scenes and story-line always stay memorable for me. The distinct personalities of each character highlighted through dialogue or appearance at times stand out as well throughout the show. Today I would like to talk about the astrological correlation of the following: Elle Woods, Vivian Kensington, and Emmett Richmond.

First off, let’s talk about the main character of the show, Elle Woods. Known for her love of pink and having impeccable knowledge about fashion, yet we know Elle is of course more than just the staple blonde stereotypical girly girl. Elle has shown her keen eyesight and smartness used when necessary at the beginning of the show, when she goes shopping for a dress she will wear during the date she assumes Warner will be proposing to her.

One of the sales ladies in the store attempts to swindle Elle with a dress that was outdated, as Elle promptly strikes back after sleuthing off of the sales lady’s knowledge on the dress’ fashion, and exploits the dress was last season and the stitching was impossible on the type of dress Elle mentions. Her observational skills are already prominent and as others have said was probably foreshadowing her transition into Harvard for Warner at first. Thinking more about Elle’s personality had me affirm that her zodiac sign is a Libra. Libras usually are underestimated due to not being showy of their smart outwardly at first, but they’ll end up surprising you in the end with their quick wit and clever intellect that you never noticed before.

Elle has been underestimated by her colleagues multiple times at first because of her “too girly style” on campus that stood out too much due to the apparent lackluster colors the other colleagues were wearing. She was seen as “ditzy and clueless” about real life during the questions asked in the class and for even being at Harvard to become a lawyer, for they never pictured she would survive. Of course, Elle proves them wrong when she drops Warner as the purpose for her stay at Harvard and aims at proving her worth at Harvard and to do well in her classes. Progressively she shows more of her passionate, determined studious side that she already displayed at the beginning when she decides to go to Harvard and study for the entry exam, despite the confusion and worry from her past principal and parents. In the end, Elle proves them wrong :).

Moving to the next character, Vivian Kensington can be noted to be seen as the opposite and act as the opposite of Elle. Vivian is traditional in terms of personality and her work ethic, organized at times and focuses more on presenting a basic mature look, and also dons a gloomy look without a smile usually. I would assume her zodiac sign would be a virgo, she can be quite the sarcastic and sassy person within her dialogue, especially to Elle at first due to her presence and Vivian feeling insecure due to Elle’s natural charm and beauty. For example of her provoking Elle: the scene when she answered a question a professor asked during a class with Elle with the proper correct answer while looking back at Elle each time to pointly “prove” something. And another scene when Vivian agrees with what professor stromwell asks about allowing Elle to leave class and only come back when she is properly prepared, after Elle informs the professor that she didn’t read nor do the assignment as she was unaware, where Vivian provided a dinky satirical head shake with a smile towards Elle afterwards. (Positively and negatively, being sassy and sarcastic comes in need for certain situations, and sometimes negatively as being petty)

(However, I am not saying all virgos are like this nor slandering them, there are times ro chances they could be. After all astrology is not used to be concrete descriptions of everyone, since everyone can be and is different to an extent.)

However, she also gives off virgo vibes due to her neat nature, and slight lack of the bubbly energy Elle has, noting that Vivian can be quite mellow/soft-hearted when she and Elle eventually have a bonding time near the end of the movie. Virgos are also smart, however they don’t brag about it but do tend to be the ones answering things they know matter of factly. As seen in the movie, Vivian participates during classes she has with Elle, showing off her studious and knowledgeable side and could be seen as the basic good student.��

I was about to say she could be a capricorn sun, however something felt a little off. Most capricorn placements give off a feeling of masked confidence that oozes out of their hard shell they carry. They aren’t deliberately asking showing off, but they’re just a natural at completing their own objectives and independent. The reason why Vivian didn’t struck me as a cap completely might be due to her attachment to warner, since she was in a relationship with him, she felt a bit “needy” or like clingy. Sorta like without him, really Vivian wouldn’t have as much of a presence of her actions and role otherwise.

Not that others don’t do the same when they’re in a relationship, but she seems to be quite the loner without anyone else truly understanding her deeply, such as her insecurity and having what Warner “prefers” over Elle, smartness. When she opens up with Elle, you can see how she truly feels and why her underhanded purposeful annoyance towards Elle is directed from the reason why. She probably never told anyone really either, and the way she bonded with Elle like a true friend after their convo and spilling the tea on Warner getting waitlisted during his apllication to harvard and making it due to his family’s rep and status, just gives me the feels of a virgo wanting to be recognized or appreciated for more of her qualities and spending quality time with her close friends.

Emmett Richmond is the last character of the post, with my assumption of his sun sign being in sagittarius. I don’t know, even his appearance or attitude gives me a sagittarian vibe. (In a good way ofc) At first, Emmett Richmond is introduced when Elle meets him after having to leave her class with Professor Stromwell to which she was left embarrassed due to the professor’s comment and words. After Elle talks to Emmett and he’s aware of her classes, he gives some tips for the teachers Elle had currently that he had experience with when he was a student attending the classes and this is where the correlation struck me.

The way he gave advice and the fact that it was pretty smart of him to come up with these different tips that worked for the specific professors’ working process and environment, and he is quite the mentor figure sorta for Elle, supporting Elle and giving subtle aid for her during the official trial scene near the end. Emmett gives off an experienced and knowing vibe that sagittarians give, they can be quite melancholical or reminiscently knowledgeable on a lot of different things. Their best interests and morals at heart are closely followed by their will of freedom and doing what they feel is right and learning what they want.

Sagittarius’s representative planet is jupiter, and one of the symbolization of jupiter is growth and expansion. Most sags can be street-smart or do well in school academically because these natives have an inherent interest for knowledge and the philosophical ways of life. They also aren’t super judgemental or come off as that way at first, so they get along or casually allow others to warm up to them. And Emmett certainly sparks similarity within the movie with his actions and mindset of a sagittarius.

Emmett has already started working as an assistant for professor callahan in the first movie and later in the sequel Emmett is now a professor. His traits remind of me of a sagittarius sun, someone who is good-hearted and casual helpful, doesn’t come off as scary but they are quite the level-headed and mature person at the same time. Also the cute moments between Elle and him, Emmett naturally lightening up Elle’s mood and make her happy with his positive calm thinking, ex: the court scene when the slight nod to encourage Elle who was nervous doing the trial alone to present the evidence, and that lil scene when Elle came to a store to buy a laptop while still in her bunny costume after leaving the party with her confrontation with Warner. And it is quite a coincidental fit that Elle and Emmett’s interactions and relationship really do seem to match one of a libra x sagittarius one. The gentle teasing/humorous but supportive bf with the adorable eloquent gf reluctantly teaching him about her interests and inner world of thoughts. What more can I agree about Emmett being such a lovable sag ☀️?

That concludes my thoughts about the astrological correlation within the three involved characters of the movie Legally Blonde. Have a nice day! ☀️🌸☘️✨

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part 1 || self-para

wesley shot up from his chair, startling salem where she’d been leisurely munching on her dog treats, and raced over to the television on the opposite wall. he came face to face with the source of his nightmares, the source of his misery, the source of everything wrong in his life–

tw; mentions of murder, death, anxiety/panic attack, mentions of alcohol abuse

his phone was ringing again.

wesley didn’t have to answer it to know it was his mother, trying to reach out for whatever reason that he couldn’t quite fathom. she kept calling from an unknown number, probably so that he couldn’t block her. he simply let her leave another voice mail that he’d delete without listening to.

he stepped into the coffee shop with his dog at his side. the employees always looked forward to seeing him, if only because he always stopped by at the end of his morning walk with salem. she was a favorite among town.

“good morning,” said the barista with a friendly smile. “and how’s our favorite customer?”

“she’s good,” wesley answered, knowing they were not referring to him. salem stared up at the barista with pleading eyes, begging for the treat they always gave to her. “she’s energetic this morning, but i’ll try to keep her from hopping over the counter again.”

the worker waved off his comment as they placed the cup of water and dog treat on the ground in front of salem. “you know none of us mind when she visits. i’ll get started on your usual.”

wesley stepped off to the side after paying, resting in a chair after the long walk and play time in the park. he vaguely registered the news station on in the background.

“we’re excited to learn that such a large corporation will be spreading to the united states! mr. ratcliffe–”

wesley’s head snapped up.

“do you have any comments on the status of your now international business?”

no. no, no, no, no. wesley was frozen in his seat with a white-knuckled grip on the arm rests.

“i’m incredibly excited for such a big step forward in expanding my empire–”

NO.

“i’ve been working on a move to the united states for some time! nearly a decade, in fact. but every time there was something that prevented us from truly moving forward.” his father practically oozed smarmy businessman arrogance. he looked older than wesley remembered. he had more wrinkles around his eyes, his jowls had sunken lower and his hair line had further receded. “but now, with our business so booming in the uk, we’re confident we’ll be able to bring the same success to the states.”

the scene cut back to the reporter at the desk. “according to our estimates, ratcliffe industries could very well offer upwards of two thousand new jobs in the richmond, virginia metropolitan area. the real estate tycoon jonathan ratcliffe continued to express his optimistic view on the new business venture, and has informed us that ratcliffe industries will be opening its doors for interviews at the end of the month–”

he felt sick to his stomach. no, that didn’t describe the feeling correctly. it was as if his insides were twisting together in terror, turning inside out in some futile attempt to escape. john ratcliffe was coming here, to the united states, in less than a month. the icy chill of fear — real, gripping fear that he hadn’t felt so intensely in so long — clamped down on his heart. he remembered at one point visiting london, trying and failing to confront his father over and over again.

he’d been too scared, so he’d run away. as usual.

he felt the urge to run again. go to another state, portland maybe. far, far away from the east coast. or perhaps another country, somewhere he was certain his father would never go.

wesley felt a tug on his hand and it jolted him out of his terror-induced trance. he hadn’t realized how intensely he was breathing. he was practically hyperventilating. his gaze fell to the source of the tug, a concerned looking salem who gazed up at him with soft brown eyes. eyes full of infinite, unwavering trust and love, the kind of love that only an animal can offer.

he couldn’t run. not now, not again. not after all of the progress he’d made.

he was reminded of michele, of his friends, of the life he’d built for himself, however imperfect it still was.

wesley hid his face in his hands and released a shaky breath. his breathing had calmed, though the terror still remained.

“one black coffee, no cream, two sugars–” said the barista, placing the to-go cup in front of him. wesley couldn’t help the jolt that startled through him.

“thank you,” he mumbled, taking the cup to go. his feet felt heavy, his body felt as if it was made of some impossibly heavy material, and he wondered how to move forward from this.

the sounds of his office were just a haze in the back of his mind. copy machines droned on, phones rang, keys tapping, mice clicking, the coffee machine clacked as it forced out some horrendous caffeinated concoction.

all wesley could think about was the things he’d seen his father do. he’d been transported back, back to the scared sixteen-year-old boy hiding in a closet as he watched his father murder someone in cold blood. he could hear the man’s desperate pleas. the pleas of a man who had a family, that he’d pay john back, that he would be good for the money, sobs of please, please don’t, i have a daughter–

and then the gun shot.

it was a sharp sound, sharper than wesley would have imagined. he wondered how it was that people got away with shooting one unnoticed. to him it seemed like the loudest sound in the world.

wesley sat terrified in that closet as john had his assistant clean up the blood. the stench had been overwhelming. it nearly made him vomit up his lunch from that day.

“wesley–”

welsey’s breathing quickened, heart hammering in his chest so loudly he was certain it was giving him away.

“wesley.”

wesley jolted, harshly jerking his shoulder out of his boss’ grip. the sounds of the office returned to his ears, and the smell of blood was replaced by the smell of the cheap lemon-scented cleaner the custodian used.

“are you okay? are you sick? you look like a ghost.”

wesley noticed he was breathing heavily again. he hard to force himself to speak, had to try and take some steadying breaths to even be able to force out a response. he wondered if this was what panic attacks felt like.

“i’m just, not feeling great,” he croaked out. his voice sounded overly used, like he’d been screaming.

his boss recoiled with a grimace. “well then go the hell home. you know what this office was like when the flu went around, our entire accounting department was out the whole week. get out, go home if that shit is contagious.”

wesley nodded numbly. he had to go. somewhere else. anywhere else.

the guilt settled in with the fear when he got home and sat down on his couch. salem was excited to see him as usual, and he’d gone through the motions of petting her as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him.

he remembered the last time he spoke to his father. it was when he’d first enrolled in wdu. the school had understandably reached out to a guardian, wondering if this beat-up looking runaway had anyone who was looking for him.

the phone call had been a screaming match. their first conversation in nearly three years, actually. john demanded that he come home, demanded to know what the hell had caused this–

the line had gone eerily silent when wesley revealed to his father than he saw him kill that man. it wasn’t a guilty silence, but a terrifying one. wesley could feel the fury radiating through the phone.

“if you tell anyone, i’ll bring you down with me. i’ll ruin you.”

and then the deal. the deal that wesley cowardly offered up as something, anything, to get him away from his father.

you don’t contact me, and i don’t tell. you leave me alone, and i’ll keep my mouth shut.

that was when the self-hatred started. sometimes his therapist had tried to press him to ask when these self-esteem issues had first started. she’d said they often first arose during adolescence, often as a cause of natural insecurity and hormones that most teens went through. but wesley wasn’t an insecure teenager. he’d been blissfully unaware, living in the false reality his father had carefully crafted with fear tactics and threats. his therapist had dropped the subject for a while, though it was clear there was something he wasn’t telling her.

and wasn’t that just the goddamn understatement of the century.

john had threatened him, told him that if he ever said anything to anyone, he’d spend whatever money necessary to destroy wesley’s life. wesley believed him. and so, to protect his own skin, he’d kept the secret.

for seven years now he’d been sitting on this, and for four years he’s hated himself for it. he recalled his first few months at wdu. he was the grouchiest then. no friends, hence the ever-present loneliness, and an overwhelming cloud of misery followed him everywhere. he remembered how he used to rely on alcohol and meaningless sex to feel something. to feel some sense of companionship.

it was at one of those parties that he’d met will, and then later emmett. they didn’t go away after they were all sober, nor in the years to follow.

it was during a sober day that he’d met michele. she’d scolded him on something, his attitude, if he recalled. he’d snarked back at her, and so the cycle had begun. he remembered how infuriating she was, how frustratingly stubborn. those qualities certainly hadn’t disappeared, except now his tune on them had changed. he remembered when their fighting turned to banter, turned to flirting. when their hatred for each other turned to mutual respect, to friendship, to infatuation, to love.

he remembered feeling like his life was coming together for once, like maybe he could move on from this guilt and self-hatred. maybe he and his father could co-exist on opposite sides of the world in peace, never bothering of or thinking of the other.

and then his mother, the same woman who’d left him a voicemail only hours before.

wesley pulled out his phone and instead of hitting the delete button, he hit play.

“wesley, i pray that you’re listening to these...” he found it off that he recognized her voice, even though he only really remembered their single conversation as an adult. “i know that you don’t want to see me, and i don’t blame you. i ran, and left you behind. but i can’t do that again. i can’t leave you behind without warning you. your father is coming. the news was announce officially announced yesterday. the rumors have been circling for some months, and you know i hoped that it was just another rumor. god i wish it was a rumor. ...i don’t know how you’ve gotten him to leave you alone for so long. you must have some secret on him...” the line went silent, and wesley thought was the end.

“be safe, son. keep an eye out for him. don’t let him near you, please. ...i love you, let me know if you get–”

wesley quickly pressed the delete button.

wesley’s walk to therapy was one he’d gotten used to. he went after work once a week now. he’d tried to do lunch breaks, but found that having a deeply emotional hour made it harder to drag himself back into work.

“so, tell me what’s on your mind.”

dr. lauren vaughn hadn’t started a session that way since he’d first started therapy. normally now they just chatted. there were some sessions that were more intense, some where deeply buried issues resurfaced, others were revelations were made. but they’d found an equilibrium that worked for them.

“what makes you think something is on my mind?” he asked. he still often answered the too personal questions with questions of his own. it was an avoidance tactic both he and lauren were aware of.

“you have been seeing me at least once a week, sometimes two or three, for nearly a year now–”

had it really been almost a year? he supposed so, it was almost summer.

“i think i know when something is on your mind.”

wesley fiddled his fingers and stared down at the abstractly patterned carpet. it was a mix of beiges, browns and greens. earthy tones that he supposed were supposed to feel neutral and relaxing.

“...do you want to talk about it?”

lauren had learned quickly that there were some things that he refused to discuss. she’d tried to poke and prod at first, only for wesley to leave sessions early and in a huff. she’d found progress was more steadily made when wesley was allowed to reveal things at his own terms. some people wanted to talk, but wesley was not one of those people.

“...say you’re keeping a secret...”

wesley searched for words. how did he even begin? how much did he reveal? the thought of revealing all of it made his stomach twist in fear, and the thought of not saying anything at all made it writhe in guilt.

he just couldn’t win.

“say you’ve been keeping a secret for...a long, long time. a secret that you shouldn’t have been keeping, because keeping it...hurts people. but...revealing it hurts yourself. and– and you want to tell everyone, because it’s the right thing to do. but what happens when the right thing to do brings bad consequences for you? and...and the people close to you?”

lauren sighed, wondering what wesley could possibly be talking about. “well... keeping this secret seems to be hurting you too, doesn’t it?”

wesley paused. she...wasn’t wrong.

“and maybe, doing the right thing would help in the long run, even if it’s hard in the beginning. maybe it would help others, and it would help you.”

#self para #❛❛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ sɪᴅᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ — ( para )#mentions of murder cw #alcohol abuse cw #murder cw #panic attack cw #anxiety cw #violence cw #: )

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