Aries ♈︎

Sunday’s giving “Drag Race Untucked, but the queens are all Mercury retrograde.” The Sun and Mars are swiping right on Sagittarius, so you’re mainlining fiery confidence with a shot of delusion. Mercury and Venus in Scorpio? Secrets, subtweets, and dramatic reveals—think “Selling Sunset, ” but everyone’s in latex. Meanwhile, Marjorie Taylor Greene’s resignation is the reality TV moment America didn’t know it needed: even the villains are getting voted off the island. As the waxing crescent Moon in Capricorn throws you curveballs (surprise! Your ambition woke up early and chose violence), you’re caught between “let’s burn it all down” and “should I schedule a brunch?” Uranus at the last gasp of Taurus says: “Break your own rules, babe.” The group chat is unhinged, the news is trolling, and the only thing stable is your ability to make chaos look couture. But here’s the heart: under all this bravado, you’re just craving someone who sees past your meme persona and texts back at 2 am.