#CW: tarot

[what-yadoking-likes]

Part 1 of 2 hopefully even though it never fucking turns out that way

Tarot Card reader Sydney who occasionally does readings, often as a trade - she’ll pull a few cards if the querent agrees to do her share of moving loot bags, or cooking for a day or two, or fitting attachments to her guns. 

As a practitioner, she doesn’t believe that the cards have fortune-telling abilities, nor that the reading is a ‘done deal’, preferring to instead see them as a form of self-care, a bit of fun and perhaps as a means of paying attention to different aspects of daily life.

She pulls a few cards for Dallas, and raises her brows.

“Knight of Cups... You seeing anyone?”

“No,” Dallas replies far too quickly. He clears his throat, shifts his position.

Sydney smirks to herself but doesn’t call him out on it. Files the information away for later. 

“... Well. You’re in a romantic mood, put it that way. Loving love. Loving being in love, or feeling love. Willing to share that love and give it freely to others.”

At that Dallas gives her an awkward grimace and immediately excuses himself, saying something about checking on something.

Some time later Hoxton wanders over, a bored expression on his face. Houston is busy doing something to the van, so he asks loudly, “Which of these cards tells me there’s a dickhead doing shoddy repair work on the van?”

“Fuck off,” comes Houston’s muffled response, in-between metallic clunking sounds.

Sydney smiles sweetly up at Hoxton - too sweetly. “Get me a few packs of ciggies. Those nice ones you get from England. And I’ll pull a few cards for you.”

Hoxton’s eyes narrow. “How many is ‘a few’, exactly?”

Sydney flashes him a grin. “Done deals with the devil before, eh?” She leans back, thinking about it. “... Three packs of 20?”

Hoxton considers it. Glances between the stack of cards and Sydney’s patient, expectant face. “Deal.” He whips out his phone, puts an order in. Shows her the order confirmation number, forwards the confirmation email to her.

[ladyxskywalker]

so if you know me - I'm a bit of a hippie sometimes, I am very interested in spirituality, the universe, energy, connections, dreams, etc.

& this is not for everyone & I never thought I would do this - but, I just received a personalized digital tarot reading from a trusted source & it was so amazing !

I was so surprised & excited to see how spot on everything was. It was like she said everything I was thinking this entire time. Honest real talk. I got emotional about it.

Have to sleep soon - but just wanted to yell about it somewhere because I just thought it was so cool. 🌸💫🌙

Has anyone else here ever done something like this before ? What did you think about it ?

[wanderingibon]

THE ROOK

[drathe]

The Star Tarot card - Hawke and Athenril

[liltaireissocute]

[rabdoidal]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SECOND FAVOURITE GEMINI!! have some weird moody kabru tarot art to celebrate <3

🫀 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🫀

[cookinguptales]

You know... I had an experience about two months ago that I didn't talk about publicly, but I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately and I guess I'm finally able to put my unease into words.

So there's a podcast I'd been enjoying and right after I got caught up, they announced that they were planning on doing a live show. It's gonna be near me and on the day before my birthday and I thought -- hey, it's fate.

But... as many of you know, I'm disabled. For me, getting to a show like that has a lot of steps. One of those steps involved emailing the podcasters to ask about accessibility for the venue.

The response I got back was very quick and very brief. Essentially, it told me to contact the venue because they had no idea if it was accessible or not.

It was a bucket of cold water, and I had a hard time articulating at the time quite why it was so disheartening, but... I think I get it a little more now.

This is a podcast that has loudly spoken about inclusivity and diversity and all that jazz, but... I mean, it's easy to say that, isn't it? But just talking the talk without walking the walk isn't enough. That's like saying "sure, we will happily welcome you in our house -- if you can figure out how to unlock the door."

And friends, my lock-picking set is pretty good by this point. I've been scouting out locations for decades. I've had to research every goddamn classroom, field trip, and assigned bookstore that I've ever had in an academic setting. I've had to research every movie theater, theme park, and menu for every outing with friends or dates. I spend a long time painstakingly charting out accessible public transportation and potential places to sit down every time I leave the house.

Because when I was in college, my professors never made sure their lesson plans were accessible. (And I often had to argue with them to get the subpar accommodations I got.) Because my friends don't always know to get movie tickets for the accessible rows. Because my dates sometimes leave me on fucking read when I ask if we can go to a restaurant that doesn't keep its restrooms down a flight of stairs.

I had one professor who ever did research to see if I could do all the coursework she had planned, and who came up with alternate plans when she realized that I could not. Only one. It was a medical history and ethics class, and my professor sounded bewildered as she realized how difficult it is to plan your life when you're disabled.

This woman was straight-up one of the most thoughtful, philosophical, and ethical professors I've ever had, one who was incredibly devoted to diversity and inclusion -- and she'd never thought about it before, that the hospital archives she wanted us to visit were up a flight of stairs. That the medical museum full of disabled bodies she wanted us to visit only had a code-locked back entrance and an old freight elevator for their disabled guests who were still breathing.

And that's the crux of it, isn't it? It's easy to theoretically accept the existence of people who aren't like you. It's a lot harder to actively create a space in which they can exist by your side.

Because here's what I did before I contacted the podcasters. I googled the venue. I researched the neighborhood and contacted a friend who lives in the area to help me figure out if there were any accessible public transportation routes near there. (There aren't.) I planned for over an hour to figure out how close I could get before I had to shell out for an uber for the last leg of the trip.

Then I read through the venue's website. I looked through their main pages, through their FAQs to see if there was any mention of accessibility. No dice. I download their packet for clients and find out that, while the base building is accessible, the way that chairs/tables are set up for individual functions can make it inaccessible. So it's really up to who's hosting the show there.

So then and only then I contacted the podcasters. I asked if the floor plan was accessible. I asked if all the seats were accessible, or only some, and whether it was open seating or not. Would I need to show up early to get an accessible seat, or maybe make a reservation?

And... well, I got the one-sentence reply back that I described above. And that... god, it was really disheartening. I realized that they never even asked if their venues were accessible when they were booking the shows. I realized that they were unwilling to put in the work to learn the answers to questions that disabled attendees might have. I realized that they didn't care to find out if the building was accessible.

They didn't know and they didn't care. That, I think, is what took the wind out of my sails when they emailed me back. It's what made me decide that... yeah, I didn't really want to go through the trouble of finding an accessible route to the venue. I didn't want to have to pay an arm and a leg to hire a car to take me the last part of the journey. I didn't want to make myself frantic trying to figure out if I could do all that and still make the last train home.

If they didn't care, I guess I didn't either.

If they'd apologized and said that the only venue they could get was inaccessible, I actually would have understood. I know that small shows don't always get their pick of venues. I get it. I even would have understood if they'd been like "oh dang, I actually don't know -- but I'll find out."

But to be told that they didn't know and didn't intend to find out... oof. That one stung.

Because.... this is the thing. This is the thing. I may be good at it by now, but I'm so tired of picking locks. I'm tired of doing all the legwork because no one ever thinks to help me. I'm tired of feeling like an afterthought at best, or at worst utterly unwelcome.

If you truly want to be inclusive, you need to stop telling people that you're happy to have them -- if they can manage to unlock the door. You need to fucking open it yourself and welcome them in.

What brought all this back to me now, you may be asking? Well... I guess it's just what I was thinking to myself as I was tidying up my phone.

Today I'm deleting podcasts.

[crappwr0m]

The Magician

[phoebastria-albatrus]

the hanged man

[ladyhavilliard]

mo dao zu shi tarot

wheel of fortune: good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point

the tower | jiang cheng

death | wei wuxian

[danieyells]

UPCOMING CARDS

Tarot Kaito and Onsen Jin! (because Jin doesn't have enough cards!)

Character Card: The Fool(「愚者の誘惑」  "The Allure Of The Fool")

Skill: Bow Wielder(「弓の使い手」  "Bow Wielder")

Fully Awakened Skill: Noisy Ghoul(「騒がしいグール」  "Noisy Ghoul")

Warding Card: Friendly Lost Property (「身近な銀河の落とし物」  "Lost Property In A Galaxy Near You")

Feet for free! Unless you want the card then All Of Your Diamonds.

Character Card: Regal Sunset(「夕風は王の頬を撫で」  "The Evening Breeze Strokes The King's Cheek")

Skill: Private Resort(「貸切旅行」  "Reserved Trip")

Fully Awakened Skill: Million-Dollar Profile(「高貴な横顔」  "Noble Profile")

Warding Card: Waiting For Someone(「湯冷めしないように」  "To Keep The Water From Getting Cold"? May be 'to keep from getting chilly after the bath' but based on that they appear to be waiting for Tohma that doesn't make sense.)

Where is Tohma? We'll have to wait until we get the onsen Tohma to find out. . . .

Cosmic Bonds

Chosen Paths (「選んだ道の先に」 "At The End Of Chosen Paths")

The Carrot And The Stick (「躾とご褒美」 "Discipline And Reward")

Silent Strife (「静かな闘争」 "Quiet Battle")

You know the drill here

Units rerun! Gacha is gambling! Please don't spend your money recklessly if you don't get the unit you want! It will be back and you can try again!

I have no way of knowing which cards will be in which cosmic bond until they release

My Japanese is mid and my translations should be taken with a grain of salt

I feel like I'm forgetting something but I made the first two points into one point so I'm probably just confused

Good luck with your pulls everyone!!!

By the way would you want me to include the stats for the cards too? :|a

[what-yadoking-likes]

[Link to Part 1] [Complete as is, could be added to later, but it is unlikely]

“Ooookaaaaaayyy,” Sydney stretches out the syllables as she shuffles her tarot deck. Hoxton watches, surprised that the deck is not dog-eared and beaten up like most of Sydney’s things.

He can’t tell when exactly she chooses the card for him, but when she flips it over on the small desk she’s set up, he huffs out a laugh in surprise.

“’The Lovers’?” Hoxton raises the pitch of his voice, “Ooh, tell me all about ‘ow I’m gonna get whisked away by a handsome man on a horse!”

Sydney grins toothily. “Actually, ‘the Lovers’ isn’t always about romantic relationships. But if that resonates with you, then, hey - must mean you’re in for some romance soon, Hoxy-woxy-poo.”

Hoxton’s smirk drops a bit. “What else can it mean then?”

“Well,” Sydney says, examining the card, “it means you’re someone who’s good at breaking the mold. You’re not interested in following the rules set up by ‘the man’ - you’re good with the rules you’ve set yourself based on what makes you happy.” She wrinkles her nose. “Still, you’re the one who said something about a handsome man. This card is a good sign,” she speaks a bit more gently now, with less of a sarcastic, mocking tone, “if you are looking to enter into a new relationship.”

Hoxton should have left it there. He should have. But he didn’t, because he is Hoxton.

“Does it tell me what the sex’ll be like?”

“Of course you want me to ask the cards that - alright, alright, I’m doing it,” Sydney sighs, shuffling with some impatience. As she shuffles, a card flies out of the deck, spinning onto the desk between them. Hoxton barely has time to register that it’s ‘The Devil’ before Sydney bursts out laughing.

“Oh. Oh yeah you’re gonna be doing some right kinky shit.” Sydney speaks with a raised voice so everyone can hear. They hear a scoff from inside the general seating area, and muffled laughter from the weapons room. She considers her deck for a moment, then pulls the card from the top of the deck - 10 of Cups. “Awwww.”

“What?” Hoxton asks dully. He had hoped this would be a fun way to pass the time and he was quickly becoming annoyed.

Sensing Hoxton’s impending grumpiness, Sydney waves a hand. “Nah, nah, it’s good! The card’s kinda suggesting-” she smiles again, “-you’re gonna get what you want with this person. If you just want a good fuck? You’ll get that and be so satisfied. You wanna get married, get a house and have a family? You’d better believe it. It’s basically saying, ‘things are gonna be really, really good with this person’. All you have to do is... well, get into a relationship with them and work on keeping both of you happy.”

For once, Hoxton has nothing to say - no snarky comment, no witty joke that somehow becomes an insult for Houston - nothing. If anything, he seems thoughtful.

There is nothing else for Sydney to say. She’d pulled three cards for him, one for each of the three packets of cigarettes she’d had ordered for her from England. And yet... she feels compelled to say one last thing.

“Listen mate - whoever’s on yer mind? These cards say ‘go for it’. Cuz you have someone in mind, right?” She doesn’t expect Hoxton to reply, but to her surprise he nods. Just once - but she saw it.

Sydney knows better than to acknowledge it vocally. She gathers the cards together, puts them back into the deck and shuffles thoroughly. Although she does not dismiss Hoxton, he realises he ought to leave, and go talk to a certain Swede about his feelings.

[incendavery]

heartbreak; betrayal; rejection

(image description in alt text)

[felassan]

"Dragon Age: The Veilguard Rating Summary This is a role-playing game in which players assume the role of a warrior (Rook) trying to defeat corrupt ancient gods from destroy the world of Thedas. Players explore environments, interact with characters, perform quests, and battle enemies in melee, ranged, and magical combat. Characters use swords, arrows, energy bursts, and elemental attacks to defeat various enemies (e.g., monsters, dragons, humans). Combat is highlighted by cries of pain, explosions, and blood-splatter effects. Cutscenes also depict instances of violence and blood: characters impaled on swords; shriveled corpses amid bloodstained torture devices. Some scenes depict corpses lying in pools/large splatters of blood; one boss battle takes place in a large pool/room full of blood. The game contains some sexual material: characters kissing, moaning, and straddling each other; characters caressing each other while in their underwear; dialogue referencing sex (e.g., "Think about us having sex”; “Are you trying to have sex with me?"). Characters are sometimes depicted topless for prolonged periods of time (e.g., character customization) and/or during love scenes. The word “f**k” appears in the game." [source]

There is now a ratings summary/description of the reasons for Dragon Age: The Veilguard's ESRB rating (Mature 17+) on the ESRB website.

[gbirrd]

6/9 - Jason Todd tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang

Read the fic here!

Other cards:

1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick

Image IDs

Image 1:

A design of "The Devil" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE DEVIL". A symbol of a gravestone is visible behind the numeral "XV".

A young Jason Todd in his Robin uniform tugs at a thick chain around his neck that comes down from the top of the frame. Matching shackles are around his wrists and he is buried up to his waist in dirt. His head is tilted up towards the chain. There is blood on his hands, arms, chest, and dripping down the right side of his face as well as from his nose.

Image 2:

A design of "The Devil" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE DEVIL" upside-down. A symbol of a flame is visible behind the numeral "XV".

Jason Todd faces forward, filling most of the frame. He is in his Red Hood uniform and has narrowed pupil-less white eyes. He is holding the end of a thick chain in his right fist. Flames fill the background and bathe him in an orange light. The entire card is upside-down.

[leechlovely]

Strength

Your anger, your drive, your passion