#also why do some of yall expect readers to be dressed up like a halloween costume

[celestial-violencia]

10 Things to Expect as a Client – Preparing For a Tarot Session Pt. 2

Getting or considering your first tarot reading? Then this post is for you. Tarot readings can seem mysterious or scary. After all, how can a total stranger, or sometimes worse-a friend or family member, be able to dig up your secrets and know things you haven’t told them? How does tarot work? What should and shouldn’t your reader do?

One of the most frequent misconceptions about tarot readings are that all readers are mind-reading psychics. I have some bad news for you: most readers are not mind readers. “Testing” a reader by staying silent will result in the Universe giving you the message it thinks you need to hear…and if you’re sending telepathic signals to your reader that they can’t pick up on, this may not be what you were expecting. Does this make your reader a bad tarot reader? Absolutely not. Not every reader is psychic, period. Some readers simply read the cards and that is okay. Make sure you’re finding a reader that fits your needs. If you want someone who has more of a psychic connection, be up front.

The other thing to know about tarot readings is that they are not always love and light. Sometimes tarot can open up some heavy-hitting topics. The cards can indicate mental illness and sometimes even death. While you should never ask a reader to give you medical or legal advice, sometimes these topics do show in the cards. Your reader may give you general advice on the topics or ways that these topics may be affecting you emotionally, but again, do not accept any medical or legal advice from a tarot reader at face value and remember to consult with a licensed professional.

Another misconception is how a tarot reader presents themselves. Sure, some readers play into the stereotypes with their appearance or their shop appearance, but the majority of readers look just like you and me. There’s no wild costumes or anything crazy. Many readers now conduct readings in plain street clothes. So don’t be too surprised or disappointed that they might look “average” or be lacking the appearance of a “mystique.” They’re still perfectly valid readers.

So what happens when you get into the chair or video call from your reader? Your reader may ask you some basic questions to help get a better context for your reading, such as your relationship status if you’re looking for a love reading. Some people get defensive about this, but again, not all readers are psychics and need this information to read your cards in the correct context. For example, the 2 of Cups for someone who is single might indicate meeting someone new, whereas if you’re in a relationship it can symbolize being closer with your SO.

Your reader should be up front about pricing before the reading starts. Most readers charge by their time and these rates should be presented to you before you begin the reading. Many readers have you prepay before you sit with them, even if it is just a partial amount. But you should be clear on the price and how it’s measured. Your reader should never charge you for additional services such as curse removals, spell supplies, or anything along those lines. Those readers are scam artists and should be avoided at all costs. Your reader will never tell you things such as “You have a dark aura that needs cleansing” or “You have a generational curse on you that needs to be removed!” These people are not interested in helping you or giving you an honest reading. They just want to take your money. If a reader asks you to do anything along those lines, leave the reading.

If something negative does come up in a reading, your reader should have the tact and ability to broach the subject without being overly blunt or hurtful. Unless you’re paying for a tarot roast, your reader should be respectful towards you and treat these topics carefully.

Every tarot reader has their own tarot rituals. Some readers want their clients to shuffle the cards while other readers don’t allow anyone else to touch their cards. Some tarot readers cut the deck a certain way while other readers don’t cut the deck at all. There is no one right way of doing any of these things and they are personal to each reader. Do not worry if you sat with one reader who set up their rituals one way and then sit with a different reader who has set up their rituals another way. This should not affect the reading that you are being provided.

If you are paying for a reading and they do not tell you up front that they will be using a guidebook for your reading, I would be extremely wary of this. Some readers may reference the book for an oracle deck, but if they are reading verbatim from the guidebook, I would avoid these readers. In order to be a successful reader, you need to know your working decks inside and out. Not only is this unprofessional, but it shows a lack of experience. If you as a reader need to use a guidebook to conduct the reading, in my opinion, you are not ready to be a professional reader and need to obtain more practice before charging for readings.

Sometimes readers will give you homework after your reading. If you’ve been given a shadow work reading especially, your reader may give you things to do after your reading. These should not cost you any money to complete. Maybe they suggest journaling about experiences that are currently affecting you. If a tarot reader gives you homework, it should be something along those lines. Not “do this spell and it will fix your problems, and pay an extra $200 to buy the supplies!”

Some readers will record your reading. This can be an audio recording, video recording, or a written recording. This helps readers keep track of the readings they’ve done and enables them to go back and see how things have played out if you are a returning client or allows them to keep readings on record in the event that you want to request a copy of your reading at a future date. If you are receiving an online reading, most readers will email you a copy. Check with your reader before the reading.

These are some common misconceptions and practices for tarot readings from the client end. Always communicate with your reader and ask what their practices are as every reader has their own way of doing things. Don’t be afraid or feel like you’re bothering your reader by asking them about how to prepare for your reading and what to expect. Your reader should have a clear answer for these things. If they do not, don’t be afraid to cancel your booking or ask for a refund.

I hope this guide helps!

[blondecarfucker]

Bed of Roses (Chapter 11)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

(I never used a BoRhap!Roger Taylor gif before. I felt like this was a good opportunity)

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: Honestly, if you've never read a chapter of Bed of Roses before and just wants some nice smut to get you going, this is it. This is a few steps away from being porn without plot. I just wanted a really hot chapter before things went downhill for the characters lol, so yeah. This is easily the best smut I ever wrote, and I'm not sure if I'll ever top this - even though I haven't really wrote a lot of smut in my lifetime, so don't expect all that much lol. I'm just surprised at myself, that's all

Words: 1900ish I guess

Warnings: SMUT. Smutty Mcsmutterson. Hot smut. The smuttiest. Unprotected sex (yall already know you should use condoms. We're not in the 70s anymore)

ACT TWO - NIGHT

“Everything is more intense at night.”

Chapter 11

You were in the barn with Roger, a recording machine set on the side of his Alfa Romeo.

"Now, Y/N", he said, and you pressed the gas pedal with your bare feet. You heard the engine roar, but the car wasn't moving; the brake was pulled. Roger was recording the sound of the engine of his Alfa Romeo for the kinky car song - as you now called it.

He asked for your help because none of the guys were taking his request to have the engine sound on the song seriously, so he took you off from playing catch with the farm dog by the side of the pond.

It was a beautiful, almost warm spring day, and you hoped to swim on the pond later as they recorded - there's only so much time you can spend locked in a small room listening to the four boys argue over minutia you didn't really understand. So you excused yourself and played with the dog.

Roger admired you for a bit before interrupting you. He took in the view - you, barefoot on the grass, your silhouette almost angelic as your flowy yellow dress moved around you to the wind.

But he asked for your help, and even though you were scared to melt the inside of his car's engine, you pressed your foot against the gas pedal. "A bit more, babe", he told you, and so you did. "Okay, that's fine for now, I guess", he said, and you left the car.

He moved inside and adjusted the seat to his height. "Come inside. I'll take you on another tour of rural England", he said, jokingly, but you got inside anyway. Just like you loved to watch him drum, you loved watching him drive. He looked so confident doing it, the wind coming through the windows blowing his hair everywhere, his big hands around the steering wheel.

He drove out of the barn, and you looked at the studio as you moved away from it. "Shouldn't we tell the boys we're leaving?", you asked him, and he nodded. "I guess I should. But I need a break from them and this place for a bit", he turned to see your response, and you just smiled. "Always the rebel", you said, and it was his turn to laugh, putting his hand on your knee.

You turned your head, the fresh wind on your face, and admired the countryside. You always thought of yourself as more of an urban person, but these long drives across green fields took you back to the beginning of your relationship with Roger - the distant shows, you always drowning in papers for school, trying to finish them as he would stop in gas stations. Now school took way less of your time, since you were working part time in a minor museum in London, and you really didn't miss those early school days.

Or maybe perhaps you did. The afternoons Roger would try to get you to explain one of your papers to him, and you did, cramming years of history in a few minutes, and he'd just stare at you in awe. He said you did the same thing when you watched him write a song. You were now more used to each other, which was good in a few ways, but took away some of the mystique of being together.

You sometimes wondered if it was better that Roger had to spend time away, since it kept your relationship a bit more fresh. But even trying to imagine a Roger that wasn't in a band, always touring and doing press and composing was impossible. It wouldn't even be Roger.

"What are you thinking about?" Roger's voice interrupted your mental monologue, his fingers brushing against your thigh, and you gave him a shy smile. You didn't want to admit that you were being a tad pessimistic, so you shrugged and said "Nothing, really. How about you?".

He smirked as he answered "Barbarella. More specifically, you dressed up as her", and you laughed. He had a huge crush on Jane Fonda, especially in her white Barbarella costume, and he wouldn't stop trying to convince you to go as her to Freddie's Halloween party last year.

"C'mon, Y/N. I'll do whatever you want", he'd tell you, and you laughed. "You always do, anyway", and he got on his knees. "I'll let you pick a costume for me to wear", he begged, and that got you thinking. He said he'd just go without a costume to the party, but you had an idea.

"I'll go to the party dressed as Barbarella if-", you were cut by his lips on yours, and he broke the kiss to thank you when you said "Let me finish. I'll dress as Barbarella if you go as Angel". And he opened his mouth. "But Angel only wears fabric wrapped around his pelvis and some angel wings", he said. "Yeah, I know. I watched the movie, too", you told him with a grin.

"I know you want me to go dressed as Jane Fonda to realize some weird sex fantasy of yours after, so it's just fair if I can also realize one of mines", you observed, and he furrowed his brows. "Which fantasy?", he asked. "Well, you always looked angelic to me, with your baby blue eyes, your full lips, your blonde hair. I think it will be especially hot to fuck you if you're wearing the angel wings to complete the look", you confessed, and he smirked. "Now look at you, all kinky", he told you, and you scoffed. "C'mon, Rog, I know that's why you like me", you told him, and he embraced you. "No, Y/N. That's one of the reasons I love you", he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head.

"Yeah, that was an interesting night. It was hard to keep my hands away from you during the party", you smirked at him, and he laughed. "You know I had the same problem", he answered, grabbing your hand from your lap and kissing it.

"We could barely wait to get home", you remembered. "Yeah. But it was pretty good that we waited until we had a bit more privacy. It was a long night", he completed your line of thought.

"I wish we had some privacy now. I barely see you for weeks and all we can get is quickies, looking at the door to see if someone's about to come in. I feel like a teenager", you complained, and his eyes got bigger. "I have an idea", he said, abruptly turning to wheel to the side, leading the car into a small road in the woods.

"There's a lot of trees, and I doubt anyone's around us", his smirk being met with another one on your lips. "Now that's the first good idea you had today", you tell him, and he's about to complain that you're not supporting his kinky car song enough when you move to his lap.

He runs his hands through the sides of your body, just the thin yellow fabric separating your skin from his, and you lean to kiss his neck. "I'm not", you say, and then interrupt yourself to kiss a spot on his neck, "Wearing", you say, and kiss another spot on his neck, closer to his jaw, "Panties", you say, and stop the kisses to watch his reaction.

His lips were opened in shock, but quickly turned to a smile, a genuine smile that didn't match the situation. "I honestly can't fucking believe you exist, sometimes", he whispered, and you smiled. "Check if I'm saying the truth", you said, and he slid one of his hands down your waist as you put your weight on your knees, giving him better access to you. He then slid one of his fingers into you, and scoffed. "How did you knew we were going to fuck when you got dressed?" he asked, and you answered as you moaned, moving your hips up and down to get more friction against his fingers. "I didn't. I just thought I could get lucky", you said, your breathing heavy.

He took his finger off of you and put it on his mouth, sucking it. "So good", he said, and you put your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him to a kiss. "Also, just in case I didn't get lucky, I was gonna swim naked on the pond", you told him when you broke the kiss to recover your breath. "Always a plan B", he said, pulling you back into the kiss.

You could feel his member get hard under the thin fabric of his pants, but you didn't want to hurry it. You wanted to drag this as long as possible, to compensate for all of the time together that was being taken away from you.

His hands roamed through your body, and stopped at your breasts. He held them, your nipples already hard feeling the friction against the fabric of the dress, and you both moaned against each other's lips. He quickly moved his hands down and pulled your dress up by the hem, separating the kiss so he could completely undress you, and admiring you. "You're so beautiful", he said, leaning into you and pressing his lips against your breasts, and your breathing hitched.

You arched your back to give him a better access to your cleavage, and he took advantage of it by putting his hands on your butt cheeks, squeezing them as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your nipples.

As he earned a loud moan from you, you could feel his smile. He then moved one of his hands to the inside of your thighs, brushing his finger against your skin to tease you before sliding one, then two fingers between your folds.

You moaned even louder as he moved his fingers in sync with his lips on your breasts, holding you in place by his grip on your ass, and it was only necessary a few minutes of this for you to come. You put all of your weight on him as you tried to catch your breath, and as soon as you could control your breath again, you went back to kissing him.

You could feel his member even harder now, and you moved your hands down to unzip his pants. He smiled as you put your weight on your knees so he could move his hands up and pull his pants and underwear down. After he did it, you stroked him for a few seconds, feeling his erection pulsate under your fingers as you kissed him, your lips already hurting, but he held your wrist. "I'm not gonna last long like that", he told you, his breath hitting your face, and you nodded.

You positioned yourself and started to move your hips down on him, adapting to the feeling of him inside you again, and he moaned. You tried kissing him again as you started to ride him, moving faster by the second. You leaned against the wheel, accidentally pressing the horn lightly with your back as you moved, the sound of the horn mimicking your moans.

It didn't take you long to come again, crying out his name, and he followed you soon after. Neither of you dared to move, just tried to stabilize your breathing.

"So, this was long overdue", he told you with a raspy voice, and you laughed, the sound making his heart warm.

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Chapter 12

Masterlist

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