Taurus ♉︎

Sunday’s got you feeling like a Sopranos character at a drag brunch: everyone’s in black, but nobody’s sad. With the Sun and Jupiter cosplaying as Carmela and Tony (dripping in gold, major Leo flex), you’re torn between opulence and existential dread. The Moon in Pisces is hitting you with a montage of flashbacks, like every time you ate carbs after 10 pm. Here’s the real deal: Vincent Pastore’s passing isn’t just the end of an era—it’s a wake-up call for every Taurus who hoards cannoli (literal or emotional). The cosmos says honor your own tough guy energy, but make it gay and vulnerable. Venus in Virgo is filleting any fake loyalty in your circle, while Mars in Gemini asks: Are you building your empire, or just binge-watching Goodfellas? This waning gibbous moon is “post-party kitchen floor at 3 am” vibes. Rest, but plot your next heist. You’re everyone’s favorite mobster—with a heart and a killer skincare routine.