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The Wageworker, Lincoln, Nebraska, May 31, 1907
"never trust how you feel abt ur life after 9pm" is a spring & summer & fall rule. for winter it's never trust how u feel abt ur life after 4pm
IS BAZ A SMOKER?
I just got a private ask about this, and thought I may as well answer it here.
No, Baz is not a smoker. (In canon.) I thought I was making it clear in Carry On that he only smokes a cigarette at the vampire club to intimidate Nico. (Because vampires are so flammable, none of them smoke. It makes Baz seem fearless.) Elsewhere in Carry On, Baz says his dad drew a hard line against smoking. (The flammable thing again.) The most compelling evidence that Baz isnât a regular smoker is that Simon is surprised by Bazâs cigarette at the vampire club. âI didnât know he smoked.â Simon has been following Baz around for eight years, inhaling him as much as possible. If Baz was smoking regularly, Simon would have noticed. (Also, if Baz were a regular smoker, I feel like we would have seen him light up in that book on many stressful occasions.)
Additionally:
Even though Baz appears cool and aloof (things we associate with smoking, though Iâm not sure why), heâs never rebellious. Baz largely follows the rules and wants to please his parents. Heâs respectful. Heâs responsible. Heâs generally cautious.
He is genuinely stricken by his vampirism, and by his homosexuality, because both things would shame and disgust his parents.
Iâve been trying to think of exceptions to this, and I canât ⌠Baz just isnât a rebel.
Also, I canât think of a time when he takes an unnecessary risk.
Itâs easy to look at Baz and think heâs a Cool, Dangerous Vampire, but heâs really more of an older sister type. There isnât a moment when Baz doesnât feel accountable.
This is how I feel about Simon Snow Salisbury:
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. âDo I look like a fool?â said the frog. âYouâd sting me if I let you on my back!â
âBe logical,â said the scorpion. âIf I stung you Iâd certainly drown myself.â
âThatâs true,â the frog acknowledged. âClimb aboard, then!â But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. âWhy on earth did you do that?â the frog said morosely. âNow weâre both going to die.âÂ
âI canât help it,â said the scorpion. âItâs my nature.â
___
âŚBut no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.
âIt was going to sting me anyway,â muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. âIt was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.â
___
âŚBut no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â said the frog.
âJust a precaution,â said the scorpion. âI cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fairâs fair, isnât it?â
They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.
âAfter the kindness I showed you!â said the frog. âAnd you threatened to kill me in return?â
âKindness?â said the scorpion. âTo only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpionâs sting.â
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âŚâJust a precaution,â said the scorpion. âI cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fairâs fair, isnât it?â
âYou have a point,â the frog acknowledged. âBut once we get to dry land, couldnât you sting me then without repercussion?â
âAll I want is to cross the river safely,â said the scorpion. âOnce Iâm on the other side I would gladly let you be.â
âBut I would have to trust you on that,â said the frog. âWhile youâre pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land Iâd be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.â
âBut by the same logic, I canât possibly withdraw my stinger while weâre still over water,â the scorpion protested.
The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. âSo, I suppose weâre at an impasse.â
The river rushed around them. The scorpionâs stinger twitched against the frogâs unbroken skin. âI suppose so,â the scorpion said.
___
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. âAbsolutely not!â said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.
___
A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtleâs thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.
They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.
___
âŚHalfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtleâs thick shell.
The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpionâs sting, was offended at the scorpionâs ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.
___
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. âDo I look like a fool?â sneered the frog. âYouâd sting me if I let you on my back.â
The scorpion pleaded earnestly. âDo you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!â
âThatâs true,â the frog acknowledged. âEven a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!â
But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.
âI knew it,â snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. âA scorpion cannot change its nature.â
___
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.
âIâve only myself to blame,â sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. âYou, youâre a scorpion, I couldnât have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now Iâve doomed us both!â
âYou couldnât help it,â said the scorpion mildly. âItâs your nature.âÂ
___
âŚâWhy on earth did you do that?â the frog said morosely. âNow weâre both going to die.â
âAlas, I was of two natures,â said the scorpion. âOne said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.â It smiled wistfully. âAh, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldnât it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.â
___
âBy the way,â said the frog, as they swam, âIâve been meaning to ask: Whatâs on the other side of the river?â
âItâs the journey,â said the scorpion. âNot the destination.â
___
âŚâWhatâs on the other side of anything?â said the scorpion. âA new beginning.â
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âŚâAnother scorpion to mate with,â said the scorpion. âAnd more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.â
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âŚâNothing we will live to see, I fear,â said the scorpion. âAlready the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?â
___
âI love you,â said the scorpion.
The frog glanced upward. âDo you?â
âAbsolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. Youâre a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isnât that love? Isnât that trust? Isnât that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?â
The frog swam on, the both of them silent.
___
âIâm so tired,â murmured the frog eventually. âHow much further to the other side? I donât know how long weâve been swimming. Iâve been treading water. And itâs getting so very dark.â
âShh,â the scorpion said. âDonât be afraid.â
The frogâs legs kicked out weakly. âHow long has it been? Weâre lost. Weâre lost! Weâre doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. Thereâs nothing on the other side, donât you see!â
âShh, shh,â said the scorpion. âMy venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.âÂ
âYou - Youâve killed us both,â said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. âIs this - is this what itâs like to drown?âÂ
âWeâve killed each other,â said the scorpion soothingly. âMy venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?â
âWhat a foolish thing to do,â murmured the frog. âNo logic. No logic to it at all.â
âWe couldnât help it,â whispered the scorpion. âItâs our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - Itâs all our fault! We are both blameless. Weâre together now, darling. It couldnât have happened any other way.â
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âItâs funny,â said the frog. âI canât say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But Iâm doing this for you regardless. Itâs strange, isnât it? Itâs strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?â
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. âDo I look like a fool?â said the frog. âYouâd sting me if I let you on my back!â
âBe logical,â said the scorpion. âIf I stung you Iâd certainly drown myself.â Â
âThatâs true,â the frog acknowledged. âCome aboard, then!â But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frogâs back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the riverâs bank.
The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. âAh,â it muttered. âFor some reason I never considered this possibility.â
âBecause you were never scared of me,â the scorpion whispered in its ear. âYou were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?â The scorpion bowed its head and drank. âHow could anyone kill you without killing themselves?â
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river.
âTo be honest,â said the desert rain frog. âIâm the wrong kind of frog for that.â
âOh,â said the scorpion.
âI was hoping to find someone to carry me across, myself.â It admitted.
âOh,â The scorpion said. âWell, we can wait together.â
And they sat, and spoke, and when a turtle happened to pass along, they both ventured together, and the scorpion was too busy sharing words to ever think of stinging.
â
âActually,â said the scorpion, as it climbed onto the frogâs back, âMy sting is harmless.â
âOh really?â Said the frog, as it began to swim.
âYes,â the scorpion waved the small stinger about. âThe poison is useless to anything larger than a beetle. I canât threaten you with it at all, you see, so you donât really need to worry about it at all.â
The frog, now freed from the fear of death, began preparing to dive.
âAlthough,â the scorpion continued as it felt the frog slow down, âdo not think me entirely defenceless.â
âWhy not?â Said the frog. âAll you have is your claws. And they arenât sharp enough to pierce my skin.â
âNo, they are not,â agreed the scorpion, getting a good hold of the frogâs shoulders. âBut they are strong. They need to be, to hold my prey so my weak venom has time to work.â
âBut they will not kill me.â
âNo. But there are other ways to hurt.â The scorpion tightened its grip, letting the teeth of its claws sink into the skin.
âYou will drown me, of course, but my claws will remain locked. My drowned corpse will hang over your shoulders, right here, claws buried in you. And everyone who sees you will see it. And they will see my frail little body, and my weak little stinger. And you will drown me, yes, but for the rest of your life everyone will know that you took the life of a creature that was no danger to you for no greater sin than that you did not want to grant them passage. You will never escape the weight of me on your back, waiting to be carried to the afterlife you delivered me to.â
The frog was silent, for a while, before it continued to swim. âI think I would have preferred you with a stinger that worked.â
The scorpion relaxed its grip. âAnd I would have preferred to not have to use it.â
â
âDo you know how many times weâve done this?â Asked the frog, eyes flicking back to its passenger. âI canât remember how long itâs been.â
âA million lives.â Purred the scorpion, claws nestled up to the frogâs neck. âA million lives now, with this one. And it never matters until weâre here.â
âIâm glad itâs us.â Said the frog, letting the tide sweep it away. âIâm glad even after a million lives, we always find each other.â
The scorpion clung tight, even as the water seeped into its carapace. âIâd never die with anyone else, my love.â
Hopelessly entangled, they faded into oblivion.
â
A chicken stood at the edge of a road, watching the cars go by.
âIs this all there is?â It asked.
âI donât know.â Said the fox across from it, brushing some grass from itâs foot.
âBut it might be nice to find out.â
â
-but no sooner had the frog gotten halfway across the river did a great catfish rise up, mouth so wide they could not escape.
âOh, foolish frog and foolish bug.â It said, voice full of pity as it swallowed them both. âYour eyes glued to the most obvious threat, did you never think there were greater things to fear in a river as deep and wide as this?â
And the catfish swam off, to find more frogs to devour.
â
âSorry?â The scorpion paused, confused. âSting you? Why on earth would I do that?
âWell,â said the frog. âItâs in your nature to, isnât it?â
âNo, not at all!â The scorpion said, voice tinged with insult. âWe donât run around stabbing everything we see. Thatâs a good way to start a fight you canât win. A stinger is just for catching food and fending off predators, really. Itâs no more my nature to sting everything as it is your nature to drown everything. And you donât do that, do you!â
The frog scowled, petulant at the tone. âWell, the scorpion I usually see here almost always stings meâŚâ
âThat seems like youâre projecting problems with one scorpion onto every scorpion you meet.â Said the scorpion. âIâm not really sure I trust you to take me across the river, frankly. Do you know if thereâs another frog who could help?â
The frog grumbled, and slipped into the water.
â
The chicken stood on the banks of the river with itâs children. A fox sat on the other bank, with a bag of corn.
âHoy, chicken.â Shouted the fox. âDo you ever think you might be stuck in a rut?â
âWhatâs it to you?â The chicken said, flapping a wing in annoyance. âMy life is my own business, fox.â
The fox shrugged, pawing at the corn. âI just feel like I canât get out of this cycle,â it said with a sigh. âLike my life is stuck on rails.â
â
âOn rails?â The scorpion asked. âWhat do you mean?â
âMy whole life is just this river-â
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âThis road-â
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âThis boat-â
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âAnd it feels like it doesnât change. It feels like Iâm always just here. In the river, with you.â
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âIs it such a bad place to be?â Asked the fox.
âWith me?â
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âHow long do you think the river has been here?â Asked the scorpion.
The frog thought about that until the poison had seeped into its bones.
âAs long as us,â it whispered, as its lungs gave out. âAs long as weâve needed it.â
â
âYouâre not swimming right.â Said the scorpion, pinching the frogâs arm.
âYou need to kick round with the back legs, push with the front, like this-â gently, it pushed the frogâs limbs into the correct position.
âOh, thank you.â Said the frog. âIâm no good at this. Iâve never been a frog before.â
âYouâre doing brilliantly, my dear.â The scorpion said, trying to reassure. âI would have taught you earlier if I could have.â
âAnd I would have taught you to walk.â The frog laughed, kicking much stronger now. âIf only Iâd known you didnât know! I saw you stumbling over the sands there.â
âIâve never had so many legs!â The scorpion wailed. âHow do you manage them all? And the eyes!â
They were not making it across the river very fast.
âI donât mind only having two eyes.â The frog admitted. âI could get used to it.â
Despite the tutoring, the frog was getting exhausted, weak muscles failing in strong currents.
The scorpion tried to kick at the water, but its frail carapace only dredged in the currents, dragging them both down further.
âOh, weâre no good at it this way around.â The scorpion said with a shake of its tail, claws clinging so strongly to the frogâs gossamer skin that it ripped open, spilling the entrails like ruby ribbons into the depths.
The frog laughed, choking on the water it didnât know how to breathe. âI canât swim, and you wonât sting! Oh, how our natures fail us still!â
And the river claimed them both once more.
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âDo you remember a time before the riverbank?â Asked the fox.
âDo you remember anything after it?â The Chicken countered, head stuck in the bag of corn as it ate its fill. âIs there anything but the pursuit of what we will never grasp?â
âMaybe we will grasp it,â the foxâs voice was tinged with hope, tail tucked tightly around its legs. âMaybe one day, we will be more than our natures, and we will not have to cross the river again.â
âI like the thrill of it.â Said the chicken. âIâd miss the thrill of it.â
The fox sighed, and lowered its head down to the chicken, already doomed to bite. âBut still, wouldnât it be nice?â
â
But alas, the rains had been heavy, and the river bank had become swollen and wide.
The frog kicked for what felt like an eternity, the scorpion holding steady on its back.
Eventually it could swim no longer, and its legs seized up, as it gasped for air.
âIâm sorry, my love-â the frog wheezed. âI donât think I can make it-â
âItâs okay.â The scorpionâs voice was soft with sadness, knowing now that it was doomed to die. âI didnât know it would be so hard. Iâm sorry I did this to you. Iâm sorry I couldnât help.â
âItâs not your fault,â said the frog, as the currents began to sweep them both downstream. âI wanted to help, I- I really thought I could get you there, I, we were so close -â
âWe really were, werenât we?â The scorpionâs hold on the frog was loosening, as its head swam from lack of oxygen. âWe almost made it, we really didâŚâ
The frog wailed in grief as the scorpionâs body was torn away, swallowed by the churning rapids.
â
A scorpion walked across an old riverbed. The smooth pebbles had long laid bare, the river dried up thousands of years ago.
It paused in the middle, overcome with a strange pain in its chest, and decided to turn back.
It felt wrong to cross this river alone.
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âWhere do you think the cars go?â Asked the fox.
The chicken watched a car drive by, seeing the shadowy shapes move within. âI try not to think about it. I want to be happy with my lot in life.â
â
-and no sooner had the frog gotten halfway across the river when the scorpion tapped its stinger against the frogâs back to get its attention.
âHey,â said the scorpion. âIâm not really in that much of a rush, and itâs a beautiful day. Why donât we just go up the river instead? Iâve always wanted to try standing on a lilypad.â
âSure, if youâd like.â Said the frog. âI donât have any plans for the day.
And while the river remained uncrossed, neither of them were unhappy about this.
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âWhen did you know you loved me?â Asked the turtle, as the scorpion clung onto its back, hiding from the deep currents of the river.
The scorpion winced as a wave shook them. âOh, from the start.â it said, shaking water from its tail. âOr near enough. Iâd never met a frog before. And even though you didnât know me, you laid your life on the line for me. For hope that the impossible was possible.â
The turtle considered that, thinking back across its many lives.
âI donât think I knew I loved you until recently.â The turtle admitted, lifting its head from the water so its voice could be soft. âIt took time, I think, to know. But that said, why else would I come back, time and time again to the same spot of the same river?â
âYou have a world of rivers you could be in, my love.â The scorpion agreed. âAnd yet I always wait for you here. And you always come.â
âIâve never been as vulnerable as Iâve been with you.â Even as the water licked up its shell, the turtle continued to swim. âIâd never trust my life to anyone else.â
âHereâs to us,â said the scorpion, raising its stinger. âAnd the river.â
âHereâs to us.â Said the turtle, raising a flipper to sting. âI hope we always find each other.â
â
âWell here we are,â said the frog to the scorpion. âThe other side.â
âHere we are.â The scorpion agreed, slowly climbing off its back. âThank you, for all of this.â
âThank you for choosing me.â Said the frog. âThank you for chaining my lives together. For helping me remember the infinity of Us.â
The scorpion didnât answer, simply looking up, letting the sun warm its carapace.
âIâve never really left the river.â The frog took another step onto the bank. âItâs⌠nice.â
The scorpion turned. For a moment, the frog felt the surge of adrenaline as it felt a pinch on its skin, only to find the scorpion had clasped its claw around their hand. âCome with me.â It pleaded, voice soft with urgency. âCome with me, and donât say no. I wonât leave this river without you. We can see the other side together.â
Those claws could slice, but they were only firm. The river was only the river. But from the banks the frog could see a jungle of lush green, vibrant with life beyond its knowledge. It laughed. âIâve always wondered what it was like out there.â
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And the river was silent, with no moral questions to burden it.
Thatâs because i only added this bit this morning. I think its pretty good
I think itâs beautiful. thank you for making this
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Deities and their Tarot Cards (Long Post)
Iâve heard of Pagans being contacted by their gods via certain Tarot Cards, so I wanted to do a deep dive and outline which Cards are associated with which Gods. Hopefully this can help you tell which God is reaching out to you :)
Major Arcana
The Fool: Pan, Zeus, Dionysus, Loki, Hermes
The Magician: Hermes, Thoth, Odin,
The High Priestess: Hekate, Selene, Isis, Artemis, Freya, Ganesha, Tsukiyomi
The Empress: Aphrodite, Hera, Freya, Frigg, Isis, Hathor, Durga, Astarte, Demeter, Ishtar The Emperor: Zeus, Lugh, Odin, Horus, Ares, Osiris, Ra
The Hierophant: Osiris, Athena, Thoth, Seshat, Ogma, Horus, Apollo, Hermes, Odin, Brigid, Saraswati, Ganesha
The Lovers: Aengus Og, Aphrodite, Frigg, Rhea, Gaia, Demeter, Inanna, Ishtar, Parvati, Hathor, Isis, Brigid, Freya, Osiris, Cernunnos, Freyr, Dionysus, Pan The Chariot: Thor, The Morrigan, Nike, Athena, Astarte, Inanna, Ishtar, Anat, Freya, Bast, Durga, Odin, Horus, Sobek, Ares, Apollo, Set, Bellona
Justice: Lugh, Aengus Og, The Morrigan, Nemesis, Inanna, Themis, Maâat, Nike, Athena, Zeus, Forseti
Strength: Thor, Hestia, Athena, Sekhmet, Bast, Macha, Brigid, Danu, Isis, The Virgin Mary, Bast, Sekhmet, The Dagda, Lugh
The Hermit: Odin, Isis, Hestia, Persephone, Hades, Hekate, Cerridwen, Brigid, The Muses, Saraswati, Hermes, Ogma, Odin
Wheel of Fortune: Zeus, Hathor, Isis, The Dagda, The Moirai, Maat, Arianhrod
The Hanged Man: Odin, Artemis, Osiris, Persephone, Inanna, Ishtar, Buddha, Jesus
Death: Persephone, Inanna, Ereshkigal, Isis, Nephtys, Izanami, Hel, Freya, Hades, Seth, Anubis, Osiris, Manannan Mac Lir, Odin, Thanatos, The Morrigan, Morana
Temperance: Artemis, Isis, Nepthys, Iris, Maâat, Hebe, Apollo, Vishnu
The Devil: Dionysus, Pan, Set, Lilith, The Morrigan, Banshees, Baba Yaga, Lucifer, Baphomet, Satan, Veles, The Horned God
The Tower: Kali, Ares, Pele, Sekhmet, Hel, The Morrigan, Sedna, Anat, Ceres, Chernobog, Shiva
The Star: Aphrodite, Thoth, Hermes, Ishtar, Astrea, Isis, Arianhrod, The Virgin Mary, Inanna, Nuit, Isis, Nodens, Zorya
The Moon: Artemis, Hekate, Rhiannon, Cerridwen, Selene, Isis, Phoebe, Mani, Thoth, Arianhrod, Tsukiyomi, Chang-e
The Sun: Lugh, Apollo, Kupala, Helios, Brigid, Sol, Artemis, Athena, Aine, Bast, Sekhmet, Freyr, Horus, Aten, Ra, Agni
Judgement: Persephone, Maâat, Osiris, Hephaestus, Isis, Kuan Yin, Horus, Hades
The World: Aengus Og, Demeter, The Dagda, Isis, Gaia, Cernunnos, Green Man
The Suits
Suit of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Hades, Odin, Athena, Hel
Suit of Wands: Lugh, Hephaestus, Ares, Bellona, Pele, Aine, Brigid, Apollo
Suit of Pentacles: Gaia, Demeter, Macha, Freyr
Suit of Cups: Poseidon, Aphrodite, Isis, Boann, Hera, Hathor
Kings
King of Pentacles: The Horned God, Freyr, Pan, Cernunnos, The Dagda
King of Cups: Lugh, Poseidon, Manannan Mac Lir, Njord, Apollo
King of Swords: Odin, Tyr, Zeus, Hermes, Horus
King of Wands: Ares, The Dagda, Zeus, Apollo
Queens
Queen of Pentacles: Hekate, Gaia, Eostre, Aine, Artemis, Ceres, Demeter
Queen of Cups: Aphrodite, Venus, Hera
Queen of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Athena, Themis
Queen of Wands: Brigid, Hestia, Bellona, Aine
Knights
Knight of Pentacles: Athena, Athena, Macha, Persephone, Lugh, Artemis, Demeter, Ceres
Knight of Cups: Aphrodite, Boann, Isis, Hathor
Knight of Swords: Badb, The Morrigan, Athena, Hermes, Nemain
Knight of Wands: Apollo, Brigid, Bellona, Lugh
Pages
Page of Pentacles: Athena, Apollo, Lugh, Pan, The Muses, Hathor
Page of Cups: Aphrodite, Lada
Page of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Odin, Athena, Nike, Bellona
Page of Wands: Artemis, Apollo, Brigid, Athena
It's so hard to articulate this to folks without sounding like I'm a risk to myself.
Death didnât scare me when I didnât know what it was to be alive.
It was an inevitability. A concept.
But now I have things I can loose. I am something, someone, worth existing.
Yet much of the world disagrees.
And now death isnât just a promise. Itâs a threat.
I donât panic about it. I donât dwell on it. But I fear it.
Because I love living.
I love me.
Death didnât scare me
when I didnât know what it
was to be alive.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
(crawls on all fours with blood drenched on me) I have to do arts and crafts
rainbow rowell just casually confirming simon and baz are married with absolutely no warning đ
I like how the black lion is literally doesn't give a fuck about who is it's paladin. It took a battle to get zarkon out of it's system, it took no time for shiro to pilot it, and then like 5 seconds for it to accept keith. I bet that if lance was actually serious about being a leader and it wasn't just for show, black would let him in.
That brings me to the fact that the show was building up for lance to lead voltron, but then they decided that actually no, keith should be the leader (insane decision, actually unparalleled unhinged behavior, especially at that time)
Keith is a hothead, he's reckless and a loner. The fact that shiro wanted for him to lead voltron was pure nepotism. Lance has great spacial and emotional awareness, he always thinks about the team before he thinks about himself. Yeah he boasts and he's annoying, but he's the sanity of the team, he's the shoulder everyone can rely on in their time of need.
Don't get me wrong, this is not a keith slander post, i absolutely love that emo little shit. But at that point in the story, he was in no way fit to lead and he didn't want to. Lance was better suited for that role, but because of the writers' biases of "he's a comedic relief character" he didn't get to be a fully fledged out character.
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
Reblog if you're a writer who doesn't use AI.
Baz growing his hair out "because he's busy"
Baz wearing women's shirts because the floral patterns are better
Baz wearing old timey nightshirts to bed and saying it's because they feel posh, or it gives Simon easier access
But really he stands in the bathroom and spins around so they twirl
Baz says "I need to tell you something" and Simon has a whole panic attack
"Snow, you're fine. It's about me"
"I already know you're a vampire"
Baz can't look Simon in the eye when he says he's not sure he's a boy
But Simon turns around and says "okay, should I call you something else?"
And Baz has built this up so much that he just stares for a bit, because the plan was that this would go badly
But Simon holds his hand until he can sort out all his thoughts and they're okay
"Baz is fine."
"so are you nonbinary, then?"
"I don't fucking know!"
And that's absolutely okay with Simon, he loves Baz no matter what Baz is
Eventually, Baz puts he/they in his email signature
Simon keeps suggesting genders "what if vampire was your gender?"
"fuck off, Simon"
"gender identity: posh"
"I said fuck off, Simon!" But they're laughing
Simon understands because this is exactly how he feels about his sexuality
Baz is not a boy just like Simon is not straight
Honestly, it just expands Simon's list of acceptable compliments
Baz loses their shit when Simon calls them beautiful for the first time
He cries when Simon learns how to braid their hair.
Allegedly. They'll never admit to the tears
Vaguely genderqueer Baz and vaguely queer Simon agreeing that as long as it feels good the labels couldn't matter less
Genderqueer Baz existing, honestly
I headcanon Baz's gender as "boy adjacent" just like mine is "girl adjacent" and every time I think about it smile like a fool for like an hour
this is the most beautiful piece of art i've seen in a long time oh my god
ac: likeafunerall
I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like âwhatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with youâ so he just raises him as normal, doesnât even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the kingâs murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.
The kingâs son becomes the new king, and is prophesied to defeat evil and bring an age of prosperity. His generals and knights all crack their knuckles but he pretty much ignores them and focuses on strengthening the infrastructure of his kingdom. Forty years later he is old and sick but still hearing his subjectsâ grievances, and a generalâs like âhow will you defeat the prophesied evil now? Youâre old and weak.â Another visitor, a teenager fresh out of the kingdomâs public education system, looks at the general like he is an ignoramus. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended class exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and established a highly respected guild of doctors that recently figured out how to cure the plague. There are no brigands because there is enough wealth for everyone to live comfortably; hiding in the woods and taking trinkets from people simply doesnât make any sense for anyone but the desperate, and the people are not desperate. Evil is a weed, explains the teenager. It grows in cracked roads and crumbling houses and forgotten corners, rooted in indifference and watered by suffering. But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people be made well.
No evil lives in this kingdom, says the teenager. It starved to death before I was born.
Every once in a while, when Iâm feeling down, I go and look at the notes on this post and they make me feel a lot better. This is the energy I want to carry into 2018.
For those who need to carry it into 2019.
And on to 2022
And into 2025