#all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well!

[yermes]

2025 at a glance 🫁

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Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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Socials: My Socials **☾**

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The cards

The inferno 🦇

The break down of an old structure is needed for the new to come forth, for the new can only grow when fertilized with the old. The old must rot or more likely, has to come to a stop in a fiery explosion for us to think about and reassess what to do for next time. I must remind you, life is full of failures which erupt into a ball of hellfire. And thats okay. We are in for another one but this will not be unproductive, it is part of the process of rebirth and renewal. We have been through several mishaps but this one will at least lead to something else. I will also remind you every challenge you have faced at this point is preparing you to face the next one. If we are indeed using our innate will to burn down the house and to go on to something better, this is a step, we must face a challenge which forces us to be better than we are. And we shall walk hand and hand together towards better prospects while the ideas which never served us in the first place burn down behind us.

X of Pents 🍁

Family traditions either super fun like my family traditions where we pay no mind to people who annoy us during the holidays and hunker down in our own company. Or, not as fun. Traditions and personal culture is what gives us a connection to ourselves, something greater, its links the DNA ancestry magic from a greater magic to a lower practice. You may also create your own personal traditions, I do all the time, the chaos paradigm welcomes you. As you struggle through your life through customs made via peer pressure of old fucks stuck in their ways I ask you to explore them and evolve them. Make your own traditions, everything moves so slowly and things when having no pressure to evolve do not. Excite the pressure you need to evolve yourself. Im not saying fuck structure but its high time to find something which works better for you.

VIII of cups (rev) 🌷

Well, we are giving it the good old college, fuck it we ball. You owe it to yourself to give one last try, before walking away. The fact you are walking away is inevitable. You will, but you owe it to yourself to try as hard as you can one last time to show yourself there is no way your approach will work, you owe it to yourself to get closure. You owe it to yourself to finally give yourself a reason to walk away, but you have to realize this fact yourself you cannot have people tell you your done, you must figure it out yourself. You have always been stubborn in the way that you have never given up on anything in your life, you can only walk away when its clear it has given up on you. You are indecisive about how to handle you current ordeal, I’m guessing this is an emotional/ friendship manner. You will be aimlessly drifting if you don’t give yourself a course of direction. But this is the time now to take action and to figure out a plan.

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WINTER TERM STARTS MONDAY I AM EXCITED!!!

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[lord-norjam]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🕯️😛 this strain is called "mr. eaten" you'll be zonked out of your gourd.

me: yeah whatever si-, er, mad-, er, yes. i dont feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude i swear i heard a voice coming out of the well

my buddy the northbound parliamentarian, pacing: the masters are lying to us

[monstrousproductions]

Made this for the finale of Season One. Reused it for the finale of Season Two. And so naturally, here we are again, on the eve of the finale of Season Three, with the exact same energy as we've always had 😎

[maybe-boys-do-love]

[thebirdandhersong]

on the good news train today: I have finally finished the last chapter(!!!) of my Inklings challenge story, which marks the FIRST ever Inklings challenge story I've ever completed properly :'D coming in at 30,810 words (yikes) (it did get out of hand, I must admit), it is definitely not a short story, but it IS a piece that I think articulates a lot of what I've been thinking about lately re: love and death, and, considering everything, is probably something I needed to write. I am very happy!! It has been a wild ride, but a deeply clarifying one.

[araneitela]

Seeing Kafka in overtly revealing ("sexy") dresses in fan arts: I just... don't see why? Me over here: The most 'revealing' thing that I can imagine her in, if I envision her without a coat draped over her shoulders, is something like this. Am I just weird; where am I supposed to see this 'overtly revealing' nature of hers that oozes 'sexy'? That woman has class, and in that, I think she's sexy (f I have to use the word). And where do I get that impression from? Her entire default attire screams it at me from the rooftops.

[myriad--starlings]

i will tell you the secret of secrets

at the end—the real end

[...]

all shall be well

and all shall be well

and every manner of thing shall be well

— Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

[quotelr]

In medieval times, contrary to popular belief, most knights were bandits, mercenaries, lawless brigands, skinners, highwaymen, and thieves. The supposed chivalry of Charlemagne and Roland had as much to do with the majority of medieval knights as the historical Jesus with the temporal riches and hypocrisy of the Catholic Church, or any church for that matter. Generally accompanied by their immoral entourage or servants, priests, and whores, they went from tourney to tourney like a touring rock and roll band, sports team, or gang of South Sea pirates. Court to court, skirmish to skirmish, rape to rape. Fighting as the noble's substitution for work.

Tod Wodicka, All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well

[bumblingest-bee]

oh st. julian of norwich we're really in it now

[kung-fu-cutbug]

[caladblog]

sometimes you read something so good that you just have to sit and stare into space for a few hours so your brain can fully process it

Irem is that good.

honestly all of Evolution has been amazing, especially the last few chapters. it might even be my favorite Fallen London storyline ever-- i was deeply satisfied by the conclusion of Ambition: Nemesis, but i also had a couple years between when i reached the pause and when they started the conclusions, so it’s hard to judge it as a whole.

but irem, all by itself... god damn. god DAMN it is so well-written and perfectly crafted and if you haven’t gotten there yet i implore you to go in spoiler-free and with the knowledge that it’s gonna take a lot of time to explore in full. let it unfold.

(there’s so much more i want to say here but i’d contradict my own spoiler-free policy lol)

so i’ll just say that: when i reached the end that was right for me after two days, it was beautiful and narratively satisfying and i was also struck with this incredible feeling of i want to go home. so i sailed my lil character back to london, and all was well.

[e-louise-bates]

Started to feel a little frantic this afternoon/evening as I tried to juggle schoolwork, making supper, getting supper to the kid at the high school in play rehearsal until 9:30 (they are in the week leading up to the performances, or as the kids call it, Hell Week), making sure the other kid is all set for her new swim lessons, get the costume measurements for dance to the studio before the deadline ...

I forced myself to sit down after sending out the scan for the costume measurements. I poured myself a small glass of white wine and I read a little bit in my just-for-fun book (Enter a Murderer by Ngaio Marsh, and yes, murder mysteries are how I relax), and after about 10 minutes I was able to wrap up my schoolwork for the evening and now I'm heading to finish supper. I delivered food to the kid at school. The swimming kid should be finished with her lesson by now and she and her dad will be home soon to tell me about it. All will be well. The world did not fall apart when I rested for a few moments.

I need to remind myself of that frequently.

[elrondsscribe]

Y’all, the end of Blood Communion …

Visibility, significance, recognition! All that I’d ever wanted when I took to the rock music stage, all that I’d ever wanted as a boy heading to Paris with a head full of dreams, all I’d ever wanted I now had right here with my brothers and sisters! I had all that I had ever hoped for, and I had it here and now in this place and amongst my own people.

The old human story simply did not matter. I had this, I had this moment, I had this recognition, and this visibility and this significance. And how could I ask for anything more? How could I look from right to left, at immortals who had witnessed all the epochs of recorded history, and want more than this? How could I gaze at immortals who’d been drawn to this very spot by something more immense than they’d ever witnessed, and long for more than the recognition they were now giving me?

The victory of our own tribe to embrace one another, and let go of the hatred that had divided us for centuries, was my victory.

“To the Blood Communion,” I said in my heart. And I felt the cold numbing shell of alienation and despair which had imprisoned me all of my life among the Undead—I felt that shell cracked, broken, and dissolved utterly into infinitesimal fragments.

What had been taken from me by Magnus had been repaid a thousandfold. And what had been snatched away that night in San Francisco when Akasha visited death and horror on our rock music spectacle had been given back a thousandfold. And I knew now that I could be the monarch that my people wanted.

Because they were indeed my people, my tribe, my family. And whatever happened hereafter wouldn’t be just my story. No, it would be the story of us all.

I know how people feel about the Prince Lestat era, and Lestat’s Vampire Court being hokey and stupid or whatever, but for me, this right here redeems everything.

The fact that they finally laid the groundwork for community among creatures who we thought couldn’t have community? The long, long arc of Lestat’s life, and the lives of so many other vampires, bending ultimately towards love and joy?

Look, I like my share of angst, but at the end of the day, this is what I’m here for.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

i have not worn makeup since i got this cat, which was my first mistake. trying to remember the only look i know how to do, which is a brown smokey eye with perhaps just a touch too much gold in the inner corner highlight, gold liner to about the middle of the pupil, normal black liner from the middle of the pupil back and along the lower lash line. nothing fancy! nothing too dramatic! the gold and my eyelashes distract from the indifferently applied amokey eye bc i have never really learned how to adjust for a left eye with more of a hood than the right!

anyway this fuckin cat. hopped up on the bathroom counter, tail went bristle brush, thought about hissing, didn’t, but got spooked anyway and leapt off in such a way that all my makeup brushes somehow landed IN her litter box. under the sink. this is no huge loss bc they were elf from six years ago but like!!! bro!!! come on!!!!

[designatedloveinterest]

I meet the right guy all the time. Then I meet his beautiful well behaved children and his calm and not at all overwhelming wife.

[softly-and-suddenly]

Anyway it’s gonna be fine