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redheadspark · 5 months

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Hi!! May I request Rhys from ACOTAR with prompts #13 and #14 please?

A/N- This is great for Rhysand! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Truth

Summary - When rumors and doubt creep in, High Lord Rhysand snuffs it out

Warnings - Angst and Fluff rolled together

“Who said these nasty lies?”

“Who do you think, Rhys?”

You were curled up in your bed, tears stinging your eyes as our husband and mate, High Lord Rhysand, was pacing back and forth in a lot of rage and anger. Mor was sitting next to you on the bed, running her fingers in your hair as Cassian was standing near the entryway of the bedroom, his won anger was festering under his skin, as it should, since his own sister was the center of gossip from a certain High Lord over in Spring Court.

Cassian got wind of it first since he was visiting Spring Court with Azriel as representative of Night Court, much to the dismay since Tamlin was never a favorite when it came to the High Lords. But Rhysand was tied up with his own work back in Velaris, so he sent you to go with Cassian and Azriel instead. You’ve done your own delegation work and negotiations with other High Lords, you in fact built up a great reputation as a leader and High Lady. Most of the other High Lords had respect for you, admired you even, all but one.

It wasn’t spoken when you were in the room with him, but High Lord Tamlin was mostly tolerable with you as you two were going over the treaty that was brought up some time ago between your neighboring Courts. You, being optimistic, thought it was going well as you excused yourself from the room. Azriel and Cassian were outside the door since Tamlin was alone, which had been a big mistake since both the Illryians heard the nasty rumors about the High Lady of Night Court and how she slept with Rhysand to be the High Lady. They heard it from Tamlin himself

Tamlin made a huge mistake, not merely because he spoke against their High Lady, but he spoke against Cassian’s twin sister.

They both wished to retaliate immediately, but they knew better since it would be an all-out war. They both winnowed your home, you were confused as to what was going on and why you were leaving abruptly. It was only when you were finally home at the House of Wind that they filled you in with what Tamlin said. You took it hard, filled to the brim with sadness and uneasiness as you looked at yourself. There was no reason you should let those words get to you since you were beyond happy with Rhsyand and with your life in Night Court.

Tamlin had no idea that you and Rhysand grew up together as childhood friends, that you fell in love with each other over time lowly but with deep affection. He had no idea that you were trained just like the other Illryians as a soldier and not as a dainty flower that Tamlin thought you here, fending for yourself over a dozen times against alpha-type Illyrian soldiers at the camp. There was more to you than a pretty face, more grit and strength.

Yet you still let those nasty words get the best of you in that moment.

“How are we going to deal with him?” Cassian asked in a growl as Rhysand still paced, thinking to himself. You could see from your spot on the bed, how his brows were hunched and a fist made at his side. Rhysand was never one to be challenged or crossed when it came to his wife, let alone his Inner Circle. You were his center, his entire world, and he had no shame in reminding the doubters and nay-sayers of your title and his love for you.

“Maybe now’s not the time to talk about it,” Mor calmly advised, Cassian and Rhysand looking over at you as you were still crying on the bed and curled up against Mor’s lap. Cassian was about to say something else when Rhysand over to you, his anger was no longer evident on his face as he knelt in front of you on the bed to pull you in his arms. You hugged him tightly, almost wanting to hide from the rest of the world as Mor and Cassian slipped out of the room silently to give the two of your some space.

“Maybe it wasn’t right for me to go there,” You mumbled in his hold as you were finding your voice again, “I wasn’t ready to deal with Tamlin, or any other High Lord for that matter,”

“You’re more than capable,” Rhysand reminded you as he sat with you on the bed, pulling you into his lap and keeping you tightly in his arms, “You are a great leader and a wonderful High Lady. The others respected you and all that you contributed to Night Court.”

“You’re just saying that,” You hummed in a low tone. Rhysand tutted and lifted your chin with a singular finger. You saw his violet orbs pouring into yours, how intense they were, yet filled with love he had only for you after centuries of being together.

“I say that because it’s the truth,” he stated, “You are without a doubt a powerful leader and High Lady, and this Court has been thriving because of you. No matter what anyone else says, you are important to me.”

You felt that love in his words, in your mating bond that was now humming and throbbing in your gut. Rhysand saw you as an equal, never was someone less than him. When it came to being a leader or simply his mate, Rhysand loved reminding you of your worth with him.

“It brings me pain to hear you talk or even think less of yourself,” He reminded you, you smiling softly as he smiled, seeing a sense of relief on your face, “I would think after centuries of being together that you wouldn’t doubt the love I have for you,”

“I don’t!” You started to argue, though he chuckled and shook his head to show that it was merely a joke. He kissed the tip of your nose as you grinned, “I do love you. Rhysand. More than anything,”

“That I do not doubt,” he stated in his lighthearted manner, “But just remember in those darker times that you feel not good enough, those are lies. Don't talk about yourself like that, nor think of yourself like that, ever. Promise me,”

You felt those powerful words down to your veins, wrapping around your bones and sinking into your heart. Rhysand would build you up every time, just like you would build him up when he doubted his place as the High Lord. You both knew how to go against the doubt, to build yourselves up, and to survive the world together. Although this moment seemed like a slip-up of your own doubt, Rhysand could always remind you of your worth. Even If he wasn’t the High Lord, you would still love him with all your soul.

Rhysand had choice words for Tamlin the next morning, and there was never another gossip or ill rumor from Spring Court ever again.

The End

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todayontumblr · 11 months

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Thursday June 8.

Trailer time: Good Omens 2.

WARNING: SPOILERS for Good Omens 2 follow. Read at your own discretion.

The universe is a mysterious place, and you can forgive those of us who like to believe that it is communicating with us in some way. Signs, if you will. Omens, you may prefer. It could be a message spelled out in spaghetti letters. It could be the constellations. It could be seeing Christ in your toast. It could be a song on the radio at a pertinent moment. It could be tarot reading. It could be a mysterious, ghostly presence in a dream, who tells you, Hey, you f*kin onion, this is a sign, for you, how many times do I have to convey this, stop ignoring it, how blatant do you need it to be, you really are as thick as mince meat. These things can be so elusive, but so compelling, it can be hard to discern the real truth of them. Sometimes, just rarely, signs can be crystal clear: for example, #good omens 2 is on the way. Don't believe us? Feels too good to be true? Well, nay-sayers, let us present you with that most magnificent of signs: an official trailer for the new season. And, of course, @neil-gaiman himself celebrating the release of this moderately entertaining (his words) snippet into the new series.

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shimyereh · 1 year

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“Beware the ides of March!” This cryptic phrase Was uttered by a sayer of the sooth — But who can hope to penetrate the haze Of vaguely stated warnings? If there’s truth Embedded in the utterance, it stays Discreetly veiled. Great Caesar was no sleuth, And so proceeded onward, unencumbered By knowledge that his days were clearly numbered.

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im-a-wonderling · 1 year

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Eyes, Part 4 ~ Darth Vader

Again, not edited, but that’s whatcha get I guess 😂

Warnings: none?

Word count: 3k

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Vader had never been in the cafeteria.

He didn’t enjoy public spaces much anymore, not when they were full of people.

With eyes.

That stared.

Even though all the various workers dutifully avoided looking at him when he could see them, he knew that as soon as his back was turned, they were ogling him. The hum of chatter in the air was just a cover, a front to make it seem like they were all behaving normally. Being here, where they could all see him and talk about him, it made him beyond uncomfortable.

But it was worth it if Y/N would just eat.

“Something wrong…with the food?”

“Do you really think I’m going to eat anything you give me?” Y/N’s arms remained firmly crossed.

Vader’s eyes flicked to the cafeteria tray in front of her. “I didn’t give you that…the cafeteria worker did.”

A scoff fell from her lips. “The cafeteria worker works for you.” She gestured at the people around them. “Everyone here works for you.”

Vader withheld his sigh. Cynicism saved lives every day, and after all she’d been through in the past few months, Y/N more than earned her share of it. But he was unused to her being this way with him, this…cold.

“Just take a bite,” Vader tried to coax. For all her stubbornness, she’d never been able to resist his pleas for long. “You need to eat.” Her only response was to raise an eyebrow at him.

This time, his sigh couldn’t be contained. “Please eat.” The word felt strange coming out of his mouth. Even before being encased in this suit, he hadn’t often used that word.

Please.

By saying it, the sayer placed themselves in only the good graces of others. And Vader never much liked relying on others.

If Y/N was surprised to hear him say it, it didn’t show on her face. She lifted her fork with a bite of food on it, extending it towards him. “You first.”

He almost leaned forward, instinctively opening his mouth to accept the challenge. And then the reminder of his circumstances landed like a blow to his gut.

He couldn’t.

Not anymore.

Frustration crawling over his skin, he turned to the stormtrooper eating closest to them and read the number on the helmet placed beside his meal.

“DA-4509!” he barked.

The cafeteria went instantly silent, all eyes turning towards their table.

The stormtrooper leapt to his feet. “Yes, Darth Vader, sir!”

“Eat a bite of this food.”

Y/N instantly recoiled the fork. “Don’t,” she said sharply, and Vader wasn’t sure if she spoke to him or to DA-4509.

The stormtrooper hovered, uncertainty written all over his face. “Well?” Vader asked, and DA-4509 stumbled forward, like he’d been pushed.

Y/N shielded her food. “Stop it,” she hissed, clearly talking to Vader this time. “I’ll eat it, just stop.”

Vader surveyed her for a moment, trying to discern if she was telling the truth. He finally waved his hand at the stormtrooper. “Dismissed.”

DA-4509 looked relieved as he went back to his own meal.

The chatter in the cafeteria didn’t resume, but Vader pushed the discomfort away. “Well?” he said again, quieter.

For a good while, Y/N didn’t move. She just sat there, watching him, her eyes traveling the mask like she’d never seen it before. Then, she slowly raised the fork to her mouth and ate the first bite.

Sharp relief shot through Vader, so sweet it almost ached. The feeling surprised him. It shouldn’t have. Y/N was the most important person in his life. To see her being taken care of was to draw in a breath after nearly drowning.

Y/N’s eyes remained on Vader the whole meal, which she ate surprisingly slow, given how hungry she must’ve been. Vader didn’t want to think about what could be tainting her appetite, but he was pretty sure he already knew.

Seeing him like this, it had to be quite the shock for her.

He swallowed hard, trying to push against the disgust. The emperor saved him. Vader owed him everything for this cold, synthetic body.

But seeing through Y/N’s eyes made him feel decrepit. And heavy. So, so heavy.

Y/N finally pushed her empty plate away. “What happens now?” she asked.

“Now,” Vader said, “we resume our conversation.”

Y/N glanced around them, and Vader couldn’t tell if she was nervous about the amount of people around them or if she was avoiding looking at him.

“If you–”

“My lord?”

Vader wanted to rip out the vocal cords that had just interrupted him. “What?” he growled without looking away from Y/N. Y/N worked hard to conceal her flinch, but Vader knew her too well to be fooled.

“My lord, pardon the interruption, but the emperor wants to speak with you. Immediately.”

Vader closed his eyes, letting out an aggravated breath.

He couldn’t keep the emperor waiting.

Vader rose to his feet to face the man in a dark suit. “You will escort the lady to her chambers and ensure that the door is guarded by two stormtroopers.”

The man nodded, and Vader took off towards his chambers.

When he reached the doorway to the cafeteria, he almost looked back.

But instead, he stood straighter and continued walking.

“Anakin,” you laughed, “what are you doing?”

The Jedi Knight glanced over his shoulder at you, balancing precariously on the fallen tree that crossed the river. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re training to join the Coruscant circus.”

Anakin’s warm laughter joined yours as he carefully turned to face you. “You think I’d do something like that without you doing it with me?”

“I don’t think Master Windu would appreciate losing either of us to something so frivolous.”

“If anything, he should be grateful. He needs a laugh.”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep from smiling. “Anakin–”

He held out his hand towards you. “Come on, we’re just crossing the river.”

You didn’t even think about it before putting your hand in his. It was automatic.

Grinning, he helped you onto the log, bringing you to stand so close beside him, your arms brushed. Your heart sped up for reasons other than how far away the surface of frigid water looked. He guided you forward, in front of him. Together, you walked across the log, nearing the other side of the river.

A sudden rush of heat hit you, and with wide eyes, you glanced down to see the water of the river had turned to lava and the tree had morphed into a metal bridge. “Ani?” you asked, your voice trembling.

But when you looked back, it wasn’t Anakin standing behind you.

It was the suit.

You pulled your hand away, holding it tight to your chest.

“Join me,” Vader said, his voice echoing.

You drew away from him. “No.”

“Together, we’ll rule the galaxy!”

“No!”

The bridge underneath your feet started to shudder, throwing you off your feet. Behind you, the end of the bridge crumbled, and you started to slide towards the lava.

Vader’s hand was still within reach. “Join me!”

You glanced behind you. The lava was creeping ever closer, the violent heat growing exponentially by the second.

“Join me!” The bridge rattled with the power of Vader’s words, and you cried out in fear.

You leapt to your feet, sweat adorning your brow.

The bitter air around you was freezing, a striking contrast to where you’d been a second ago. You blinked at your surroundings, trying to orient yourself.

This wasn’t the Jedi temple, and it wasn’t the cave on Geonosis.

It took a moment for reality to set in.

Remembering the truth of Vader’s identity was as soul-crushing as it was the first time. Moments ago, you’d just seen that same trouble-making smile and felt the skin of his hand against yours.

Distantly, you registered your arm stinging.

You lifted it up to see scratch marks on the surface of the bacta patch.

You needed to get out of this room. You stepped to the doors, and they slid open. The two stormtroopers standing guard stood at attention, but they didn’t make any move to block you. Cautiously, you stepped out, waiting for any movement.

None.

You dared another step.

Still no response.

Vader must’ve given them some sort of order not to block you.

Walking cautiously, you walked down the hallway. The longer you went without hearing their footsteps, the more your hopes started to rise. Could it really be this easy? Would they just let you wander and look for an escape route?

Then as you almost turned the corner, you heard their footsteps start behind you.

Darn it.

You continued strolling, as if your intentions were innocent and casual. All the while, your brain turned every possibility over and over.

If you hadn’t escaped by the time the star destroyer reached Coruscant, you knew Vader’s actions wouldn’t mean much. The emperor wouldn’t hesitate before killing you. Your existence might’ve been a miserable one for months, but you weren’t ready for death.

With that knowledge nipping at your heels, you wandered a little faster.

At first, there was nothing of note. You passed the cafeteria you’d eaten in earlier. Yesterday? You didn’t know. There was no night and day in space, and you had no clue how long you’d slept.

As you wandered, you passed many officials and stormtroopers, all of whom curiously watched you.

Their stares would’ve been intimidating…if you hadn’t been on the hunt for a way out.

You’d just walked past a door when something in you twisted like the needle of a compass. You stopped, feeling the tug towards that door.

The force.

Trying to seem relaxed, you walked up to the door. Surprisingly, the doors slid open, revealing…

The escape pod bay.

You’d found what you were looking for.

Tempering your excitement, you stood in front of the window, peering out into space. If only you could identify the planet the star destroyer was passing, you could determine where you were and how long it would take to get to Coruscant.

Where the emperor would surely execute you.

You closed your eyes, allowing the force to sweep through you, granting you its strength and patience.

You’d found the way off the ship. Now you just needed to think of a way to shake your stormtrooper detail long enough to get inside and blast off.

Was there any way you could duck in there now?

No, there would be no point. The stormtroopers would raise the alarm immediately, and you’d likely be brought right back to the ship. Or even killed.

The sound of footsteps reached your ears, and you didn’t need to look to know who they belonged to.

Vader seemed to have a knack for finding you.

“What is she…doing in here?”

You startled, realizing Vader was addressing the stormtroopers. Would Vader boss them around like he had DA-4509? Would he punish them for not keeping you in your room?

You couldn’t have that.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said, opening your eyes and turning towards Vader. Seeing that suit still sent a wave of emotion through you, and you worked to keep your expression neutral.

“I know,” Vader replied. “You two are dismissed.” The stormtroopers inclined their heads and marched off, leaving a distinct feeling of disbelief in their wake. Clearly, they were as confused as you were.

You wrinkled your nose. “How do you know I couldn’t sleep? Were you watching me?”

Out of all the conceivable things that could’ve happened, you’d sooner have guessed that the star destroyer would’ve imploded before Vader chuckled.

But he did, the sound ringing strangely hollow through his mask. “No, I felt your…distress.”

Not wanting to talk about your nightmares, you shifted back to look out the window. The planet looked only barely smaller than it had before. How slowly was the star destroyer moving, and why hadn’t it jumped into light speed already? Maybe they were low on fuel.

The heavy, unhurried footsteps sounded again, coming to a stop right next to you. Wistfully, you remembered your dream and how your heart had raced when your arm brushed his. If the rate of your heart now qualified as racing, it was for an entirely different reason.

“Did you see my dream?” you asked quietly, surprising even yourself by the invitation into conversation.

Vader was quiet. “No,” he said finally, but his hesitation spoke for itself.

“But you have before, haven’t you?” The lack of a response was all the response you needed. “What did you see?” The longer he stayed quiet, the more your imagination spun out of control. “Tell me,” you ordered.

“I saw the night…we first kissed.”

The dream played itself out in front of your eyes. It was one of the dreams that had repeated itself often.

At first, the dream imitated the past perfectly.

There’d only been one sleeping pallet, and Anakin had insisted you take it. In turn, you’d told him that the two of you would take turns on the pallet while the other kept watch. Anakin agreed, on the condition that you slept first.

When you’d woken, unsure of how much time had passed, Anakin was sitting with his eyes closed. You’d assumed he was sleeping, until his eyes had fluttered open, meeting yours.

The spark that’d traveled in the air was undeniable.

You should’ve turned over. You should’ve gone back to sleep. At the very least, you should’ve stayed on the pallet.

But no.

You’d gotten up, your lips tingling with the need to kiss him.

That was where the dream deviated from reality. In real life, you had kissed him, and he’d kissed you back. In the dream, Anakin pulled out his lightsaber. Defenseless without your own saber, you screamed, frozen in place while Anakin…

“You sliced my head off, didn’t you?”

A strange, muffled noise came from Vader. If you had to guess, you’d say he was clearing his throat. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the window. You wondered if somehow your words had knocked him off balance, but you quickly dismissed the thought, grappling at anything else to think about. “On Mustafar, you said you were having nightmares about me dying.” You focused on a distant star. “Do you still have them?”

No response. Just when you thought Vader had decided he wasn’t going to answer you, his warbled voice filled the air. “I don’t.”

Before you could fully digest that, your mouth was moving again. “Do you have any nightmares at all?”

“No.”

That threw you off guard. “After everything that happened…after the war and Order 66 and…” You gestured at the suit, unsure of how to refer to the transformation he’d undergone. “You don’t have any nightmares?”

Vader’s fingers tightened on the edge of the window. “I don’t sleep.”

That caught your attention. “What, ever?”

“The pain…doesn’t allow it.”

The words weaseled their way through your skin, your muscles, and your ribs on their way to pierce your heart. “If you can’t sleep…how are you alive?”

Vader let out a long breath, the sound reminiscent of a death rattle. “My body is mostly machinery…therefore it does not need to rest.”

“And your mind?”

“I meditate.”

You cocked your head at him. “You used to hate meditating.”

“I still do.”

You faced the stars again, fighting a smile.

Then horror rocketed through you. What were you doing? Where was your head? This wasn’t Anakin. This was Darth Vader, loyal servant to the emperor. The man who’d taken part in Order 66.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you did the only thing you knew with absolute certainty would bring you back to real life.

You pictured the youngling, spreadeagled on the ground with three blaster burns on his tiny chest, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The anger and disgust were ugly, and yet you clung to them.

A sensation brushed your injured forearm. Your eyes snapped open to see Vader’s fingers tracing the scratch marks. “Where…did this burn...come from?”

You stepped away from him, wrenching your arm out of his grasp and wrapping it around your torso. “If you want someone to blame for that, look in the mirror.”

Vader didn’t reply for a while.

You glared so hard at the stars that your vision started to blur.

“The worst part of that day…” Vader finally said, “was losing you.”

Your heart squeezed as a flare of anger burned, and you allowed the anger to sweep through you, taking over everything. “You almost killed me.”

“Y/N–”

“You tried to kill me!” you said louder, taking a step forward. “You talk of losing me, when you were the one responsible for all of this?” You took another step forward, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You were the one who changed. You were the one who took part in Order 66, and you were the one that told me to go to Mustafar. Nothing had to change! If you hadn’t done any of that, you wouldn’t be in that suit!”

“And you’d…be dead.”

You could keenly feel his conviction, and it only made you angrier. “Oh, wake up! Dreams aren’t always true! If my dreams were true, I’d be dead at your hands a hundred times over!”

“You don’t understand.” Was it your imagination or was Vader’s breathing growing shallower and more hasty? “You were going…to die. If I didn’t do anything–”

“The galaxy would’ve been better off for it,” you said, cursing yourself as tears welled up in your eyes. “I would’ve been better off for it, and you’d be better off for it, and we would still be together!”

“We can be together now.”

“No we can’t, Anakin!”

His name seemed to echo through the chamber.

Vader didn’t move.

Even the ragged, warped sounds of his breathing seemed to cut out.

You’d decided before you didn’t want to see those yellow eyes, but in that moment, as the silence extended in between the two of you like miles of uninhabited space, you would’ve given anything to see his face. To know what he was thinking. To read him the way you used to be able to do easily.

The distorted breathing resumed.

“My name…is Darth Vader.”

And with that, Vader stormed towards the doors, which slid open. He left you behind, all alone save for the stormtroopers at the entrance and the stars outside the bay windows.

Part 5

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faerytreealtars · 7 months

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🔥❤♡⟡ "Wisdom from the elements" ~ Fire 🔥❤♡⟡

Hello, my dear Saplings! 🌱 A new PAC today that I hope you enjoy, take a deep breath, and choose whatever images resonate with your soul and heart, Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

This reading is the third part of a series I am doing based on the four elements and the wisdom they can offer. This time the elementals of Fire are taking the stage! While fire can be destructive, it does depend on how it is treated and controlled. If it does destroy, more than often, new life can be born from the ashes, think of the tower card in Tarot. So like all the elements it is on perspective for there is both beauty and danger in all life forms, we must appreciate it for its truth.

I would love to hear if the message you received resonated with you, so don’t feel afraid to comment, for it makes me so happy to connect with you all! 💕

Song: A dangerous thing - Aurora

Faery-Tale: Pinocchio - "For it is when we face the truth witin we finally become real"

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[ Cards: The Devil, Eight of Pentacles & Six of Swords + "Listen" ]

Stop listening to the nay-sayers and vicious voices, don't let them fill your world, your thoughts & subconscious with hate, bleakness, and despair. To tell you to stop may sound silly as it takes months even years to rebuild yourself into a person who sees & hears brighter things but you'll never get there if you don't start & right now is a good time as you'll get to begin. So go & find at least three things about yourself that make you happy to be you.

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[Cards: The Empress, Six of Cups & Death (rx) + "Directions"]

Now is the beginning of your greatest journey & transformation, perhaps it doesn't feel like it but growth is never truly seen or appreciated in the moment. Do not hang around or wait to achieve opportunities or blessings - any ideas & plans you have must be acted upon now for it is a golden time for you but don't panic or rush take it all in your stride & if you feel lost call on your guides, angels and higher self for direction for they are always here for you!

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[Cards: Ace of Wands, Eight of Wands & The Tower + "Teacher" ]

You may not see where you are headed but you have faith in the guiding light you can feel in your heart and soul, this is wonderful & we encourage you to never give up on that positivity & faith for it will get you far! Though you may see the tower fall I feel you too have learned it is necessary destruction for through it you are rebuilding a stronger & wiser character. Your spirit guides and ancestors are so proud of & for you! Keep living and dancing to the beat of your own drum & be assured you will reach fulfillment too.

I hope the messages from the flames were able to bring comfort or help to you in any way, I, of course, thank you, your dear guardians and Angels as well as the spirits of the flames for allowing me to read for all of you!

If you are looking for more in-depth readings catered to only you, and you alone. Feel free to check out my personal readings, the link is up top or you can check this helpful post to understand how my readings will aim to help you!

-Love, Fae 🍀🧚🏻‍♀

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oldshrewsburyian · 9 months

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I was tagged, kindly, by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, and then I lost track of this (sorry.)

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

Gaudy Night, Dorothy L. Sayers (obviously. Formative text of all time. Truth at all hazards, education, gender, sexuality, music, literary allusions.)

Beauty, Robin McKinley (it was very important to 8-year-old me to have this bookish, snappish, gnc protagonist. Also important to 18-year-old me.)

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (...look, I grew up to become a medievalist. And I still love the novel's sense of wonder, and possibility, and the many ways it values courage.)

The Once and Future King, T.H. White (...look, I grew up to become a medievalist. I bought this with my own money at age 12 and became haunted by it.)

The End of the Affair, Graham Greene (I love Maurice, the disabled protagonist who hates God; I love Sarah, who prays for a miracle to the God she hasn't believed in since she was seven; I love the prose, and the stained glass in the door, and the taste of peaches on Sarah's skin and in Maurice's mouth, and the rain on the heath, and...)

Les Trois Mousquetaires, Alexandre Dumas (also a formative text of all time tbh. I'm hardwired to love fictional characters with great one-liners and no sense of self-preservation and I blame the boys.)

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (my sister and I were on the phone recently, and she said "I felt it was the right decision to make because I am not a bird or whatever that line is," and I knew exactly what she meant. JANE. Love that mystical Anglican weirdo. Support her and her weird husband and their dog.)

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (HNG. The Bedouin healer who reminds Almásy of St. Michael the psychopomp in the window of an English church which he remembers because it was his wife's childhood church... except of course it was K's and he has never been there to see the light slanting through the angel's wings... just end me. And there are multiple passages like that!)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (obviously. All is well when I am with my Baker Street uncles and it is 1895.)

Embers, Sándor Márai (I feel I've been taking too long over this, and also this book has stayed with me as one that opened my eyes to possibilities of narrative and relationship ethics and tangled desire in ways that fiction hadn't previously done. Also the atmosphere.)

Tagging in a no-pressure sort of way: @lettersfromthelighthouse, @bluestockingcouture, @tollers-and-jack, @tinydooms, @bookworm-of-camelot, @amarguerite, @shredsandpatches, @the-moon-loves-the-sea, @mercurygray, @the-forest-library

#books #adultbooklr

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kamil-a · 21 days

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mincer: i think im a boy...

future: yeah no shit

sayer: easy, future. thank you for telling us, mincer. aerolith dynamics is proud of you for living your truth.

porter: i just dropped a passenger into the empty elevator hoistway

#sayerposting #i cant find the meme im reconstructing from memory #HDJFKVKH previously until now mincervoice im probably [binary] but i have a job so idc abt that rn

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tdciago · 5 months

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Fargo: This Useless Hand!

This post will contain some spoilers for events beyond episode 5.3.

Apparently episode 5.9 of Fargo will be titled The Useless Hand. I puzzled over the meaning of this, but have found a possible source. It's the poem Tiresias by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Part of it goes: "This useless hand! I felt one warm tear fall upon it. Gone! He will achieve his greatness. But for me, I would that I were gather’d to my rest, And mingled with the famous kings of old On whom about their ocean-islets flash The faces of the Gods—the wise man’s word..."

Tiresias was a blind seer from Greek mythology. He played a part in several stories, including that of Oedipus. He also famously lived as both a man and a woman. He was given the gift of prophecy as compensation for his loss of sight, often serving as the source of uncomfortable truths for Greek heroes. Sam Spruell calls Ole Munch a truth-sayer, noting that "Fargo has a history of truth-sayers that sit slightly outside of the story, that become kind of woven into the story..." He also says that Munch is “the kind of truth-sayer who reminds characters who are the spine of the story, what the world really is and how it really works and if they are suffering delusions and what their behavior means.” https://www.tvinsider.com/1112309/fargo-season-5-ole-munch-explained-sam-spruell/ I suspect that Munch is a Tiresias figure in season 5. We have seen the subject of gender non-conformity play out in several ways. Scotty Lyon, for example, is a girl who displays many stereotypically male personality traits. We also know from previews that Munch and Dot will begin to mimic each other's appearance, with Dot donning a long coat like Munch's, and Munch wearing not only a kilt, but also a plaid coat with a fur collar, much like the one that Dot has worn in the first three episodes. There will also be an IRS agent investigating Lorraine, whose name is Chip Boygan, which sounds like Sheboygan, a city in Wisconsin that has an interesting urban legend about its name. The story goes that a Native American chief had many sons, and wanted a daughter. When his wife delivered the newest child, the chief was informed, "She boy again." There will also be a male character with the unusual first name of Vivian this season. And it's definitely worth noting, given all of the Wizard of Oz references, that the character of Princess Ozma was kidnapped as a baby and transformed into a boy named Tip by a witch named Mombi. Eventually, Glinda discovered Ozma's whereabouts and forced Mombi to turn her back into a girl. During Ozma's life as a boy, she created the character of Jack Pumpkinhead, who was the inspiration for Jack Skellington. We know from interviews that Noah Hawley sees Gator Tillman as a Jack Skellington figure. And Jack Pumpkinhead considered Ozma his mother. Put these stories side-by-side and you get a potentially very interesting picture of the relationship between Nadine/Dot and her stepson, Gator. We know that Gator will, at some point, be blindfolded and that Oedipus blinded himself after discovering the truth about himself. Will Ole Munch be Tiresias to Gator's Oedipus? It was also said that Tiresias lived either seven or nine generations, which may explain the fact that Munch is over 500 years old. I highly recommend reading the Wikipedia page about Tiresias and all of the events of his fascinating l̶i̶f̶e̶ lives. It even involves snakes, and Gator has been compared to the snake in the Garden. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiresias Here is Tennyson's full poem: https://www.telelib.com/authors/T/TennysonAlfred/verse/tiresias/tiresias.html

#fargo #fargo fx #fargo season 5 #the wizard of oz #Gator Tillman #Ole Munch #Tiresias #fargo spoilers

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