#and that is just the tip of the rotten iceberg..

[dreamings-free]

Shitty press as usual from the daily mail and daily telegraph sigh. At least the headlines. Didn't bother reading any further.

well they’re tabloids and that’s what tabloids do I don’t know how this fandom still after all these years expect anything else from those trash rags ?!!

and yea good don’t read it. because every time you do every click every engagement gives money to these vultures so they can keep writing their hateful racist xenophobic anti-social sensationalist bullsh*t. tabloids are not just harmless gossip rags writing shit about your fave celebs they are trash that influence politics that enable things like brexit anti-immigration and hate against muslims. and when you give them ad revenue you help further their damaging agenda.

every time I see someone on here the post a link to the sun I wanna pull my hair out.

[labyrinthofsphinx]

What would Al do if he ever found out about what Vox's sibling did to him? (Being stuffed in a blood barrel and everything else)

Just a what if. Likely wouldn't happen.

Ooof, Tacitus....he's...a topic.

....and to be honest, guys? That is literally the tip of the iceberg of things that Tacitus has done to Vox, and not as bad as....later stuff he did. Honestly, Alastor would be pissed, but Tacitus was a kid when he did it so....Al might just chalk it up to him being a rotten child.

He might finally understand why Vox can't stand blood, which itself might give him a new appreciation for just how tolerant Vox is of, well, his own love of it (especially of Vox's blood).

Now, if he heard about the other stuff that happened...namely the unforgivable thing...well, that would probably change his perspective entirely. Yeah, there's no way he'd tolerate them either after hearing that. Not that Vox would ever mention it, not without something else pushing him to do it. That whole thing is something he'd never want to think about again.

Now, would Alastor ever off Tacitus? Again...probably not. If only because he is Vox's blood family. And he has two younger boys. And he doesn't technically fit for his list. Even after everything. He's horrible, really, but not the type of horrible that Al requires.

Anyways, sorry it probably wasn't as satisfying as you'd hoped.

Thanks for the ask!

[thejacketscloset]

The awaited Soap's father post :3

Soap's relationship with his father was the definition of complicated, but he never quite realized that until he was old enough to be enlisting.

He never recognized the issues they had when he was young, all he really remembered was the confusion he felt towards his Father at times. He didn't understand how he could change his moods in moments, go from being furious about dinner not being put away to laughing at his mother in some backhanded way.

It's only in his teens when he starts to understand how wrong it is, how it's not normal to be walking on eggshells around your own father every day. He also comes to a very important realization; His mother deserves so much better than that shitbag. With that realization, his homelife begins to go downhill.

Soap would defend his mother with his life, so when he notices she's the target for his Father's jackassery he begins putting himself between the two. He starts to take the brunt of the jokes made at his expense, and eventually what turns into basically verbal abuse.

And what was once a complicated and unsure relationship becomes a straight up hostile one. Soap loses any respect for the man he once had, let's him know so regularly.

The tip of the iceberg is when the verbal abuse teeters just a bit too far, his father's rage runs a bit too hot, and he dares to lay a hand on Soap.

Soap swings back. A fight breaks out, ending in his Father being kicked out and his mother being overwhelmed with guilt. And Soap? All he feels is shame.

Shame that in the end, he only reflected the same anger that had been turned onto him for years. Shame that he became what he feared of being most in that moment when emotions took over. He had promised himself that he would never be like his father, but with that promise broken Soap wasn't sure how to go forward.

He enlists soon after. The fight wasn't the only reason he did so, but it's a strong driving factor. After the fight his mother went through with a divorce, leaving his family in a tight place for funds. Another reason he enlists.

He sees the guilt his mother still carries, and he cries with her when he tells her the news of his enlistment, but it doesn't change his mind. He apologises to her, for that and a million other reasons. But most of all, he apologizes for forgetting what she taught him about being kind, and for letting that rotten man influence him for too long.

Now, in his family of a task force, Soap decides that enlisting was one of the best things he has ever done. While he still carries guilt of not being there with his mother to help care for his siblings, he knows he would never change his mind about any of this. Through his life he learned how to use his anger, when the best time to channel it is. But most importantly, he learned where his kindness belongs, and that he should never withhold it from the people who care.

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Hello Mickey :D I just want give a little head up that a certain inky dog and green lawyer are on here. Any thoughts on them?

...

Are you kiddin' me? Are you serious? Those two are here? On THIS SITE?!!!!???

*sigh*

Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. It's just... I've had very bad experiences with both of these "gentlemen". They are some of the slimiest most rotten villains that you would ever hate to meet. I guess it would be good to answer your question, so you know why you should avoid them at all costs...

First up the "Green Lawyer" which I am sure you are referrin' to the deplorable Sylvester Shyster. What do I even say? He's a corrupt lawyer who abuses the law to swindle innocent people and try to evade consequences for his criminal activities. Did you know that he tried to steal Minnie's inheritance? And after she trusted him as a friend too. Yeah, I know. And that's barely the tip of the iceberg. There's almost no end to his depravity. He'll do anythin' to get a quick buck, even put multiple people's lives at risk.

If he ever offers you any legal services, SAY NO!!! I'm not jokin'. He'll try to come across as someone trustworthy, but he's not. He'll somehow find a way to screw you over and take all your money. It's best to ignore him, or even better yet report him. I honestly can't stand people like him. People who just see others as potential targets to squeeze every penny from. I can't even imagine how he sleeps at night.

And now for the "Inky Dog", I know exactly who you're talkin' about. The wretched evil that is The Phantom Blot. Him. Well the most important thing you need to know about him is ...

I mean to say that he's ...

It's just that ...

Sorry. It can be hard to talk about him sometimes. I have had some... intense... experiences with him and while he's not the only one who I struggled with... With him, it just feels different. I don't know how to explain it. He just feels so... off. He's unsettling in a way that is hard to describe. He masks it pretty well with his "charisma", but once that mask starts to slip... Well...

... He kinda scares me.

It doesn't help that he is extremely conniving and can make devices and schemes unlike the world has ever seen. Every time I know he is involved in something, I just feel like I have to be on high alert. He always manages to surprise me. And not in a good way.

I guess what is most important for you to know is that he's extremely cruel and manipulative, and will do anything, anything, to get more power and control. I wouldn't recommend tryin' to deal with him. It's not worth getting entangled in his traps, both physical and mental. He's a wicked monster with a stone-cold black heart made of coal... Then again, I wonder if even that's true. Sometimes I feel like there's still some humanity in him. A part of him that does know better... I kinda feel like that makes him worse.

Regardless, I think it's important not to be afraid of him. That's exactly what he wants. He's not as invincible as he tries to appear. He's not unbeatable. In the end, he's just a guy. Just a guy in a cloak. And just like any guy, he has, can, and will be defeated.

...

But seriously if you happen to catch either of these two in suspicious activity please alert me or the Mouseton police. We'll do our best to try and take care of these scoundrels.

Perhaps this is a blessin' in disguise. I could use this as an opportunity to keep an eye on these two and keep them out of trouble.

[fryday]

Hihi~ I am the “tell-all video” anon. First of all, thank you so much for answering my ask. I have been a lurker for quite some time now and really enjoy reading your elaborate answers on DnP so i finally decided to send in an ask! :)

Looking back, i now realize that was a very confusing question. As in a “tell-all” video, i meant more like a what was going on behind the scenes and what did the other person do that make it work sort of thing. Coz there were so many incidents that I am just so curious to know how the did they get through it you know what i mean? Especially after watching Dan’s more serious videos (eg. existential crisis, depression video, BIG, and WIQY) and Phil’s Draw My Life 2, we can clearly see that they have been through so freaking much together. With Dan’s depression, I always wonder how Phil was going through as well and how he handle the situation as he has never been vocal about what he was going through as well and his actual feelings. I also have a feeling that Dan spoils Phil rotten like a tutor princess now is because Phil has been so supportive, loving and accepting of him through out the years. Like we got a few teeny tiny glimpse of supportive Phil from time to time, but I want a 5 hours tell all video of them sappily talking about how supportive the other person was when they were going through all the challenges.

I think you sort of touched on it in your answer, and I agree 100% that it would be appreciated if they are willing to share more on serious topics as they are both very eloquent and intelligent. Or maybe something like the mukbang video when they are just chilling and chatting something more light hearted yet where they still be able share more of their thoughts and feelings.

hi, anon, thanks for coming back to clarify your previous ask!! i'm glad you enjoy reading my responses ❤️

totally get what you mean now, and you're right for being super interested in the idea of that video, even if we know we're probably never going to get it (which is within their right!). they've been through hell and back together, and yet remain maybe the healthiest example of a partnership i've ever seen on the internet. it's so admirable.

(this is a long one, so continued under the cut!)

re: phil supporting dan through his depression, i do think about dan whenever phil mentions something to do with the topic, like in the recent advice video phil did when he said something about how depression can make people messier than usual, and to be aware of / considerate about that. he is so learned on these things and i'm sure most of it is from experience.

you know, there is something in what you said about how dan spoils phil these days. he DOTES on him in a way i don't think i've ever seen him do before. (like he's always been very fond towards phil, but that's not the same as the way he like, wifes him these days and yes i made up a verb there because it felt necessary. do you know what i mean?) (disclaimer, i took a break from watching dnp for a hot minute from ~2017 to now basically, so there's lots i've missed, and maybe this was already a trend back in the day. idk! i'm just going off what i remember.)

the few glimpses we've gotten of supportive phil have been so special, but you're right, they're obviously just the tip of the iceberg, and even then they've completely destroyed us each time. it makes you think about how yes, we know they love each other, but we'll never know just how much, or the many many deeply important, difficult and meaningful ways that loved has been forged + toughened over the years.

i think a mukbang type setting is the only way i can conceive of them sharing things like this. a setting where they can relax, let their walls down and be vulnerable. the energy in the mukbang video was completely different from their usual, similar only maybe to the final google feud, but even that was more silly and jokey. mukbang vid was just - soft. open. giving. and they shared some things i didn't expect at all in it.

but at the end of the day, like you said in your first ask, the way they've barely shared anything important about their relationship really proves how genuine it is between them. like, this is their life. they live it for themselves and each other, and we're just lucky enough to get to see them sometimes. it's great

[heyitsjooooanne]

265

One room.

Two hundred and sixty-five packages.

A young man decides that he's had enough…

Author's Note: Inspired by a Korean musician with questionable behavior concerning his package deliveries.

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My friend Holden liked to collect packages.

Actually wait, no.

I'm sorry.

He liked to hoard packages.

Ah.

See?

That’s much better.

But back to what I was saying.

This dumbass liked to hoard his own packages.

Let me show you what I mean.

It was a cold, January day, the birds were migrating, couples were cuddling, casseroles were baking, and—

Okay, I'll just cut the bullshit and get right to it.

See, Holden and I (my name is irrelevant), were part of a small group of rich online influencers.

Now, don't go throwing that rotten fruit at us just yet.

Yes, we posted videos on social media, but we treated the gig like actual jobs, which they were.

 And not to brag, but those videos gave us both a hefty sum of money.

Read: I am currently a millionaire at the time of writing this.

Anyway, Holden and I lived together as platonic roommates while we both did god-knows-what outside of the apartment we lived in. Which was fine by me.

So fast-forward to sometime in early 2017 when we were both 24.

It was damn cold, our heater was broken, and there I was, minding my own business (I was playing a video game in my bedroom) when this stupid son of a bitch walked in and said...

"Here's your birthday gift."

One: My birthday was in November.

Two: He bought that birthday gift for me the previous year for the previous year's birthday!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You’re kidding, right?”

“What?”

And if you're wondering how that could've happened, I'll tell you how.

He hoarded packages and never opened them, so naturally when he ordered something for me online, he tossed it aside and never bothered opening it.

Sigh.

Yes, I needed to actually write that out.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Two years later, I had finally gotten enough money for my own place, so I moved into another room a few floors down from our old room, which was now Holden’s.

But I would occasionally go over to his room to hang out and film videos for our individual channels.

There was a time when I had to watch my two-year-old nephew (read: his cat) for a few days while he was visiting his family.

The problem?

I was bored out of my mind.

Because I had already used up all of my data.

And it wouldn’t be renewed until the next day due to a “system error.”

Also, the WiFi didn’t work.

Now, I love Coco.

He’s like a real-life version of the cat from “Kiki’s Delivery Service.’

But all he does is sleep, cuddle, and look absolutely adorable.

Great for relaxing, but not so great when you’re itching to do something.

So I decided to count all the unopened packages in Holden’s "delivery room."

He called it that, not me.

Ignoring his poor taste in naming rooms, I counted every single package in that room, and it all led to just one number.

265.

He ordered two hundred and sixty-five damn things, and he didn't open a single one of them, other than him randomly finding a package and going "oh! I forgot I ordered this for you ‘X’ number of years ago."

In case, you’re wondering, yes, Coco is still alive to this day.

I know.

It’s a shock to me that someone like him could keep a living creature alive for that long too.

But don't worry.

This ended up biting him in the ass later on.

Because remember when I said he and I were part of a group of rich online influencers?

Well...

Actually, it hasn't been that long, so this is still a sore spot for me to think about.

But I'll push through it.

.

.

.

.

Jesus, how many "birthing" references can I make in a single post?

Meh.

I'll just get on with it.

So this group was made up of ten people, myself and Holden included.

Seven guys and three girls.

And we were all super close with each other.

I'd even go so far as to say we were all friends.

In 2020, one person from our group got sick.

Her name was Emily.

We had dated a few years before then, but we eventually broke up because we each wanted different things.

She wanted kids.

I didn’t.

But we ended up being pretty good friends after our breakup.

Anyway, I probably don't have to tell you what she got.

The point is, she got it.

My last image of Emily was her laughing at a stupid joke that her boyfriend made as they both got into an Uber to go back to their hotel.

We had all been partying at a club that night.

#richpeoplethingsssss

And then six weeks later, I received a call from her boyfriend telling me that she had died.

Shot down like a fly.

Just like that.

After that, they all started falling down like dominoes.

One after another.

Trust me when I say that a virtual funeral is not any better than a real one.

And when you're forced to "attend" nine of them (a relative of mine also died) in the span of a year, it really does something to you.

"Forced" might not be the right word to use here since I attended them all voluntarily, but...

Now, you can believe in whatever conspiracy you want, but the point is that people we knew died.

And if you're wondering why Holden and I didn't get sick...

Honestly, this is a little embarrassing to write down, but...

Holden and I got a great opportunity to try out this new game before things got crazy, and...

We spent two weeks in our own rooms playing it.

Then we had to stay in quarantine.

Then we had to wear masks everywhere.

Combine that with the fear mongering news anchors, my hypochondria, and you've got two dudes ready to wear hazmat suits outside.

Or at least, I was.

I didn't though.

(I couldn't find a legit one online.)

It's easy for me to laugh at the ridiculousness of this now, but at the time, it was a Hellscape.

Finally, in 2022, I just snapped.

I don't know what it was.

Could it have been that it was May 14th and that was the day that Emily had died two years earlier?

Maybe.

All I remember is going into Holden's “delivery room” because a damn fly had flown in there and I was trying to kill it.

I swatted with the fly swatter and missed, which caused a package on top of a pile (yes, he had piles) to drop down to my feet.

I picked it up and shook it, and it sounded like a bag of chips.

I was already angry with the fly for getting in through the vent, so I was already pissed off by this point.

So, not caring that I was committing a literal crime, I opened the package in frustration.

It was a bag of cookies made exclusively in Japan.

A favorite of one of the friends who had passed away in 2020.

His name was Kareem.

After that, I just saw red.

I'd realized then that I'd had enough of Holden and his complacent bullshit.

I barged into his bedroom without knocking and threw the bag of cookies in his face.

I think he was live streaming.

Maybe a game or something.

After that, it was a blur of us yelling at each other and Holden getting upset at me for interrupting his stream and opening up one of his packages.

No, shit, dude. Someone had to.

After it was over, I rushed back to my own room, fuming.

The next day, I invited my boyfriend (#birepresent!) to stay at my place for a while.

Holden would eventually knock on my door a week later.

I was still angry, so I told my boyfriend to ignore him.

The next morning, my boyfriend told me he had to go out and do something, so I stayed in my  room alone.

But the fight between Holden and I kept nagging at me.

I knew I couldn’t let that be our last interaction with each other.

So I went over to his room.

I knocked, but there was no answer.

Feeling a sense of urgency, I put in the pin number for his door lock and in an unsurprising twist, it worked.

It was his birthday.

>_<

After I was in, I immediately went over to the "delivery room” and found Holden sitting cross-legged on the floor gliding a sharp kitchen knife across the taped end of a package that was actually a box.

I looked to my left and saw several packages opened up with their contents discarded in a pile next to them.

It was so surreal, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Was my friend Holden actually opening these packages????

I bit my tongue to avoid saying something snarky and settled on...

"Need some help?"

We spent the rest of the day opening the packages.

We even shed a few tears because it seemed like every package was an old gift that Holden had forgotten to give to one of our dearly departed friends.

Finally, at around 11:45 PM (I had my phone with me), we finished opening up every single package that he had neglected over the years.

It was like a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders.

And even though he didn't say it, I could tell that Holden was relieved too.

The next morning, while we were both enjoying a bowl of oatmeal at his dining table, I asked him why he had taken so long to open the packages.

"Don't tell me you really forgot."

"Well it's just that..."

He sighed.

Then he ate another spoonful of oatmeal.

"You're gonna give me shit for saying it."

"We've been friends for over ten years. I've already seen your shit. Literally."

A tiny laugh from him.

"Come on, man. Now's not the time to be a passive shithead."

"Alright. Fine."

He put his spoon back in his bowl.

"I was thinking about it last night, and I realized that the reason I never gave our friends their gifts was because... I never appreciated the time I had with them. I mean, getting opportunities to travel to other countries. Speaking at Cons all the time. I don't know..."

He looked down at his bowl.

"I guess I always assumed that since we were rich that there would always be enough time. Like we could buy more time if we needed to."

"That's stupid."

"I know. But it's what I thought."

I leaned back in my chair.

"So what do you want to do now?"

Holden leaned forward.

"Maybe I should send all the packages for our friends who have passed on to their families?"

"That could work."

Holden and I spent the next couple of days calling everyone, but no one wanted the gifts. They were all items that could be ordered in the exact same way online, so there was nothing really special about them.

Nothing personalized or unique.

Three days later, by sheer luck, I overheard these college students talking about a donation drive on their campus.

I immediately ran home (well, I ran to the subway) and told Holden all about it.

He agreed to it.

I really should've recorded the looks on the students' faces when they saw Holden dropping a big-ass box of miscellaneous shit into their donation box.

And that wasn't even half of it!

The school didn't want anyone else to miss out on an opportunity to donate something, so they cut him off at about twenty items.

But that was just the beginning.

A professor told us the phone numbers of places where Holden and I could donate his box of thingsTM, and we spent the rest of the day going to every single one of them until finally we were down to a box of thirteen items.

Unfortunately, we had already gone to all the donation centers in the city.

Not knowing what to do next, we decided to call Uber again and head back home.

The next morning (take a shot of water every time I say this), I was scrolling through social media when I saw a clip of someone announcing a giveaway that they were hosting.

And it hit me.

Like, literally hit me because Holden accidentally bumped into me while trying to get to the kitchen to make breakfast for himself.

"Sorry, dude."

"You should host a giveaway on your channel!" I blurted without thinking.

Holden turned around quickly.

"Huh?"

I got up from my seat at the dining room table.

"A giveaway! That's how we're gonna get rid of those thirteen items."

Holden crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Got any ideas?"

"Hmm..."

Two weeks later, I went with Holden to the post office and watched him hand a box that contained a really fancy black jacket worth eight hundred dollars that was going to a very lucky winner in Oregon, to an employee behind the desk.

And that was that.

Two hundred and sixty five packages, finally gone.

I glanced over at Holden and noticed that his eyes were getting shiny.

But I didn't say anything.

Instead, I put an arm around his shoulder reassuringly.

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Author's Note: I actually think this would make a very good short film. Maybe something for the holiday season or whatever. Also, 265 is supposed to be Seventeen’s debut date scrambled up (May 26th, 526 = 265).

[voyeur-clairvoyant]

oh. Oh. OH 😮

Death is painful, the Tower is violent, the Hanged man is punishment (usually). Hello? I’m not gonna say which book I’m learning from (unless you ask?) but the keywords associated with the card are pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives?? A invitation to welcome these ‘pauses’ with open arms and surrender to the ‘what is’ – even if it is different from what you expected???

And. So. Punishment, huh? There is a post of yours, something about a why and what. I wish I could find it, but you where going on about why read. And how to. Or something like that, I didn’t click the link you shared at the time unfortunately, and lost it. But I realized just now that I started my half assed journey with the intention of gaining clarity, of dismantling my delusions and clearing my confusion’s; and, uh, somewhere along the way I settled with being coddled and soothed. What now? How do I know where to look? Thank you for the soft call out and please help, please

Oh! I think I know who you are ahhasa. First than anything I need to apologyze, sometimes I express myself in an unreasonably intense way. I'm sorry for that.

Back in business. Here I talk about the Hanged Man with a little bit more detail. Now, I have to make an aclaration: Yes, the allegory of the Hanged Man is an act of punishment but I was being dramatic when I wrote that hashas. In a day-to-day reading it's a possible interpretation but often it ends up being (in my readings) obstacles, someone who's "hands are tied", being incapable of doing something, frustration, negligence, etc.

But how do I know this range of possibilities? From cruel punishment, to treason, to BDSM? One of the issues with the current way of teaching/learning tarot is that book lists of meanings work as riddles: Instead of explaining you the nature of the Allegory so you can derivate your own 'meanings', they tell you 'all the things that it could be' without context and expect you to make it somehow work.

Look it this way, if I tell you that something is:

Small

Red

Some legends say it caused a war

Green

Could make you fall

Yellow

Could inspire you to revolutionize modern physics theory

Bitter

Other legends say it is the reason of all wars, deaths, diseases and suffering in the world

Sweet

Full of liquid

Some people think it has razor blades inside

Another legends says they could make you young forever

Nice to make a pie with

Could you guess what I'm talking about? (It's an apple 🍎 btw hashasa)

You learn a bunch of keywords surrounding the card and then mix them into a more coherent collage but you never get to actually understand the origin and interpretation of the card itself. Once you understand it, you don't even need to memorize a hugh ass list of meanings.

I'm not saying that the keywords are wrong or that it's "rotten work" ahshasa. Everyone has their own practice, HOWEVER, in order to break the rules you need to know the rules, and while there exist many ways to read tarot based in centuries old traditions, some of them were born because people had no idea what the hell was illustrated in the cards so they had to work with their own interpretations. We have Internet now, so even beyond the massive volume of New Age and RWS culture, there's no excuse to never learn about the origin and history of the tool itself.

Like, literally ahsahsa. Go to the Tarot page of Wikipedia and learn about the history of the deck. That's a good start. Learn about how older decks depicted the arcana. I can give you some sites, but that's the tip of the iceberg and by NO means I'm anything remotely similar to an expert GOD FORBID hahsahshasasa. The real work is to ask "WHY?" and pull the thread from there.

For example: "The Moon means secrets"... but why? Is this corrrect? What else could it mean?

First, what is the Moon? The Moon is the natural satellite of our planet, it's made of rock and it's floating far in space. It doesn't have a natural light, but reflects the light of the Sun. And seems to grow and diminish it's surface. It's visible in plain day, but has its own realm in the night. It's opposite face is never visible.

That's not even touching the card, that's just about the Moon itself. We can extrapolate that it shines with the light of others, that changes its face and it's quite distant. Just with that you can describe a person. "One face is never visible" so it could be related to secrets.

We can't talk about the Moon without talk about the Night. To really underestand the nature of the Moon we need to campare it with her brother, the Sun. The mighty Sun that makes all things visible with its light. The day is the place of social activity, common work, house chores. In the other hand, the night is the realm of sleep, sex, party, dreams, nightmares. No one robs a house in plain daylight. The streets that are full of people by the day, are dark and empty at night, dangerous, silent. Even your house, so common and well known, growls and makes chilling sounds once the Sun sets.

Think about other myths about the Moon. What about the full moon and the werewolfs? The creatures of the night. What about the the goddesses of knowledge, wild and fertility. The myth of Endymion, who fell in love with the Moon. What about the nature of the Moon as a monthly calendar? The pacific watcher of all sleep, sweet dreams and nightmares.

The Moon casts a light over the world, but is that the same light that kills doubts and shadows of the Sun? Back into the card itself:

In an actual reading you are not juggling ALL what the Moon is because it's a fucking lot hahsasa. "The Moon means secrets" is a reductive statement. Far more important is to see what the card could represent in the reading itself, rather than jumping to any keyword. Usually we see in the lobster/crab something that 'crawls from the deep' and all what it could be in the context of night. (It's actually the crab from Cancer but that's another story involving astrology and more bullshit hashas).

In an actual reading the Moon could be from a lightbulb to something under the table or "done in the dark". It depends, but the analysis works derivating knowledge from the allegory and the card illustration, not the other way around.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I know some people that make stuff in youtube but they all speak spanish. Another excelent place to start is reading Tarotwheel. This site is a fucking wonder. And of course, study about the Middle Ages to have context around the cultural craddle of Tarot.

I feel bad that you're falling down the spiral ahshasa, I'm really sorry and I hope you can find all your marbles soon.

You can also read this other post I made about the RWS because I think it could be useful too.

[ilhoonftw]

kinda wild when i hear non-póles call the elected in 2023 govt progresssive when now bunch of leftists left and became opposition bc they said 'hey this govt is center-right and they don't want us here'

one year later they haven't accomplished anything but basically follow the prev govt stealing from public funds scheme and join forced with lobbyist. oh and there's ai math learning in schools now. fuck the enviorment

people are still dying because of abortion ban, no one seems to care. and it's just the tip of the iceberg

i don't open my mouth when folks complain about how rotten this system is all while they do want to be a rich capitalist. buying off flats and hiking up prices is the dream. like it's bad, the new build flats have 1000s issues going on

[kanguin]

Hello lovey, have you considered working on a factory line? Or as a post office clerk? My sister had that job and she said it was hours of putting on her headphones and tuning out the world for hours on end, just sorting things as they come and listening to music or podcasts. There are plenty of jobs out there that involve little to no interaction with people, and it sounds like that's the job aspect that's really burning you out.

Hi I just saw this while clearing out my inbox. This is probably in response to my vent post from a bit ago. I appreciate the suggestion, someone else suggested it too, and you could not possibly know this about me, but those jobs simply won't work for me.

I suffer from severe chronic pain due to EDS, a disorder of collagen fibers in my body that makes all connective tissues in my body elsstic and unstable. This causes numerous cardiovascular, gastrointestinal, and musculoskeletal issues for me, ranging from hypotension to irritable bowels to frequent dislocation of joints. If my body is a house, then the frame was built from rotten wood and rusty nails, and the bricks laid with watered down mortar.

I cannot stand for very long without being in excruciating pain, so any non-sedentary job is just out of the question for me. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. If I wore all my issues on my sleeve I'd be nigh unemployable due to how much of a trainwreck my body and mind are.

So again, thank you for the suggestion, but you simply do not have enough information to point me in the right direction, and I don't feel particularly up to airing all my troubles here so that you did.

[jentlemahae]

MHJ is in her 40s and she is saying that she leans on the NJ members - aged 16-19 - for support. That is not an appropriate relationship between boss and employee.

She basically just said that she chose Minji bcs she was pretty and young. Once she said that she used to go on walks with Hyein (who was 13-14 at the time) so that she could bask in her beauty and innocence. She literally cannot praise NJ's appearance without mentioning how young they are.

That's without getting into all the weird things she did with Shinee, F(x) and Red Velvet. Not to mention, with those groups she always had a closer attachment to the maknaes, who were all 14-15 years old at the time. This is all just the tip of the iceberg.

Hybe aren't angels either and frankly Bang PD can rot in hell too, but MHJ is a disgusting human being to her very core and I hope this is the end for her.

yep yep !!!!! bang pd is weird and i don’t like him either but mhj is truly evil and rotten, she has made it so her entire career is around young impressionable people so that she can be as disgustingly weird as she wants…….and idk if this was the case with the sm groups but this time she has even groomed the girls and created a very codependent and toxic relationship with them, completely crossing the lines of professionalism

[bahrbae]

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describe  your  character’s  relationship  with  their  mother  or  their  father,  or  both.  was  it  good?  bad?  were  they  spoiled  rotten,  ignored?  do  they  still  get  along  now,  or  no?

as  a  doll,  barbie  doesn’t  have  a  mother  or  a  father,  she  just  has…  an  owner.  it  could  be  a  little  girl  or  a  little  boy,  it  could  be  an  adult,  a  collector,  even  you.  do  you  know  where  your  barbie  dolls  are  currently?  in  a  private  verse  with  @chaoticjoke  it’s  stated  that  joker’s  the  owner  and  from  barbie’s  perspective,  she’s  delighted.  it  makes  sense  he  would  be  her  owner  since  he  has  a  dramatic  flair  and  a  knack  for  improvising.  that  being  said,  her  relationship  with  her  owner,  no  matter  who  it  is,  is  all  good.  even  when  she’s  ignored,  tossed  aside  and  forgotten.  she  deems  her  human  as  good  and  perfect  for  her.  she  doesn’t  have  a  moral  compass  —  she  knows  some  stuff,  but  that  doesn’t  cover  the  tip  of  the  iceberg  that  is  humanity  (and  its  fuckedup-ness)  —  therefore  she  will  accept  about  anything  and  believe  if  someone,  especially  her  owner,  says  that  something  is  right,  even  if  it’s  socially  accepted  as  wrong  /  deviant,  you  name  it.

as  a  human,  barbie  was  (and  still  is)  a  spoiled  brat,  dearly  loved  by  her  parents.  she’s  the  oldest  among  five  siblings  and  you  guessed  it,  she  loves  them  too.  meanwhile  there  was  no  difference  in  the  way  the  parents  treated  their  children,  barbie  did  always  wonder  whether  or  not  she  was  enough.  this  jealousy  plays  a  huge  role  in  her  path  towards  stardom,  which  was  a  way  of  showing  off,  or  better  said,  standing  out  among  her  siblings.  but  she  didn’t  hold  grudges  with  her  siblings,  it  was  their  parents  that  she  had  mixed  feelings  about.  anytime  she  got  off  filming,  she  would  visit  her  siblings  and  spend  quality  time  with  them.  to  put  it  in  other,  simpler  words  :  barbie  had  a  great  relationship  with  both  her  mother  and  father,  she  was  spoiled  and  they  still  get  along.  and  also,  she’s  got  the  oldest  child  syndrome.  it’s  important  to  note  that  outside  barbieworld,  she’s  a  flawed  human  with  obsessions,  needs  etc.

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

“Well, he’s happier for one. Safer. Well looked after, cared for. Spoiled rotten. It’s no wonder he’s such a brat, clinging to me all the time.” The demon said, but not out of spite. Purely being honest. It couldn’t be denied that James was content. “He’ll always be eager to please, but when it comes to him, so am I.” He admitted.

The blonde watched and listened curiously, head tilted as Commodore spoke. Brows furrowed slightly at hearing such…nonsense. But then again, it all made sense. “That probably explains why you Norrington’s don’t have a sense of humour. Too miserable and frustrated” The demon said with a roll of his eyes.

“You can still be a man of proprietary and wank, or fuck. And especially now in this day and age, there’s no one around who would judge you.” The blonde said, eyeing the Commodore for a long moment. “Hm. Y’know what I think? Jealousy. Again. James has been the one sucking and fucking all these years while you were locked away inside his head trying to drown it all out. Or watching, if curiosity got the better of you. And all that has led you to be bitter.” The demon said with a shrug, sweeping up his cape before he sat down on top of James’ desk.

He then looked at Commodore closely. “That time before, James sharing the experience with you. Did you enjoy it? Hm? Did it feel good? Because if it did, that is only…heh…the tip of the iceberg. You’re restricting yourself from so many pleasures and experiences. And for what? For honour? All the folk that would care about that are long dead and don’t give a fuck. So why should you? John and I both get our time for fun. There’s no reason why it shouldn’t be the same for you or James. Besides, you need a good fuck. It’ll loosen you up…in more ways than one.”

"Perhaps thanks are in order then, for taking care of him for me.. "

The Commodore could not deny that Jamie was finally content in his life. He had love, family, a career ontop as second in command to Homelander. A Legacy. The only only thing he lacked was -- marriage to the person whom he loved.

He didn't care to think of that.

" I disagree. A true gentleman must show the fortitude to restrain his baser urges. " the Commodore parroted what Lawrence drilled into him. and speaking of Lawrence. When Homelander spoke of James clinging, the Commodore had to reply.

" An annoying habit he's carried since childhood. Used to drive father mad. " huffed the Commodore clearly having picked that up from dear old dad. Rolling his eyes some.

And then the elephant was in the room. Mirrorlander reminded him , brought to the forefront of his attention to the fact that he never let himself be the one to lower himself to his knees. Even back in the day, the 'Lieutenant' before he was commodore was the same. " Oh, I prefer to think of it as.. dedication to purity. Chastity is a virtue you know. "

A frown on his lips as he recalls the deep rooted feeling of the stronger over him, against him……. inside him. His breath shudders almost as if he forgot he didnt need to breathe. His voice stutters as he continues to have to look up at him, since hes on his desk.

" J-just for arguments sake, even if I did… enjoy it.. even if I did agree , I hardly think it will do all that you proclaim it will for me. I am a military man not some upstart whelp you can wrap around your little finger… or other places as the case may be. If I've not 'loosened up' in three centuries you've little chance to be the cause of it now. "

Good lord, what madness have I entered into now?

[mywavesyourshore]

Babylon and all the missing "Why"

Imagine seeing the painting "The Last Supper" without knowing who Jesus is (here's a hint: it's just a group of white guys in colorful clothes having lunch). Damien Chazelle's Babylon is some what the same, unless you already have a passion for filmmaking, or yourself is an artist, this 3 hours long "letter to filmmaking" might fall flat.

It's hard for anyone to sympathize with the main characters If we don't know who they are. The 3 hours runtime and mutiple storylines robbed Babylon the ablity to dig deeper, the whole movie felt like just the tip of the iceberg,

Babylon tried to refer to filmmaking almost like a drug, the movie set as a euphoria, but it's good drug, in the name of beauty, pain and seems miniscule. Yet there have been movies about sacrificing in the name of art (see my list of the Obssesed Artist). All the loud party-ing and coke-snorting pulling the movie away from the point it needs to make, it's just a really flashy Power point presentation from Damien Chazelle on how rotten Hollywood is

But credits where credits due, Babylon out-win every movie this year in terms of Production Design and Soundtrack (yes, even Avatars 2). The fever dream aesthetics. Damien Chazelle flex his filmmaking skills, and it pays him off. The humor pays off here and there too, but

What makes it so great The dizzying, shimmering, well-choreographed sequence of partying and dancing, sets up the

It would be better if this was a mini-series from HBO, with more runtime and historical context, this might have the potential to be one of the greatest series off this century.

Would I see it again? Maybe...In 10 years, when I'm drained of all my creativity, when I lose hope in making art that means something, I might pull this up again, maybe then I can finally get it

What made me wiggle my feet The iconic te amo te amo te amo by Diago Calva, being blindy in love with someone is a romanticism at its best.

Who I love the most Margot Robbie as Nellie La Roy

[simplyclary]

Wednesday: A supernatural mystery

(Photo credits: Rotten Tomatoes)

I dove into this series having already seen some clips repeatedly on social media, but nevertheless, that fact did not stop me from enjoying it. As a lover of mystery and wanting to constantly feel like a detective, this series was surely up my alley.

From the very beginning, the character of Wednesday Addams (Jenna Ortega) already charmed me. To me, she is somehow the female version of Sherlock Holmes. Somewhat abhorrent to emotion, a bit of a sociopath or merely an introvert. I immediately adored her and she instantly became one of my most favorite TV characters.

Going into this, I know nothing about the world of the Addams family although I have heard of them through social media or word of mouth from friends. The gothic aspect was just the tip of the iceberg for me and I gotta say, I don't blame people for being into this sort of lifestyle because too much color can be painful for the eyes (Sorry Enid!)

Enid Sinclair (Emma Myers) also charmed me as the sunshine opposite to Wednesday's grumpy. Grumpy-Sunshine is a familiar trope to me. I don't enjoy that very often yet I can see a possible enjoyment in that trope in the future.

A good mystery for me is a story that keeps me guessing and sometimes proves my guess wrong. This is one perfect example because to tell you honestly, my guess was solid by the sixth episode but when I watched the eighth episode, my guess was proven wrong and I was flabbergasted. I love those types of mysteries and I am craving for more of those stories.

The other characters Tyler, Xavier, Eugene, Bianca, Gomez, Morticia, Pugsley and Principal Weems are all essential to the plot, but the two characters that charmed me the most were Wednesday and Enid. One scene between the two of them was just perfection.

I may have rambled writing this, but that is because this series have had me in a chokehold. I think about the dance everyday, and I could rewatch this series even though I already know what's gonna happen.

Netflix, SEASON 2 PLEASE!

[mybrainproblems]

Just having a real downer of a morning thinking about the film and television industry and how much profit is prioritized over worker safety or literally anything else

[miercolaes]

at last, someone who understands the addamses. or, at the very least, a person that does not display reluctancy at such request. a breath of damp air, truly, as if entering a crypt forgotten in time. wednesday snaps her head to the side, woeful gaze fixated on @nightmarefuele. she's almost thankful for his benevolence, although she's well aware this occurrance might be only due to the gruelling rumours about her family. not that there were lies tainting these rumours ; all was true, at least the tip of the iceberg that the majority knows.

❝ that sounds promising, ❞ she uttered, pupils dilating at the thought he had given her (willingly or otherwise) — his methods screeching to her ears. wednesday have heard before of tales from beyond mental institution's walls, most, if not all of them bone chilling. she's glad to hear those are very much real. ❝ if only there were more doctors like you here in gotham. ❞ she contemplates. her dark and twisted mind is elsewhere, utterly engulfed by the sadistic nature of arkham. and more importantly, enthralled by his perseverence. it's not everyday she gets to see someone so rotten to let a man lose his last bit of sanity behind four walls. it's truly remarkable there are great doctors out there to help their kind. a quick glance through her peripherals as she catches a smile. and she begins to wander just what's going on inside his head. surely doctor crane must hide something, even if his own twisted desires he wishes to inflict upon others, like her uncle fester.

❝ tell me, doctor, ❞ she utters, head snapping towards him, mischief reigning terror in her dark optics, ❝ what are the requirements for an internship here, in arkham? ❞ cue a slight tilt of the head as she pierces him with just her unwavering gaze, ❝ while i do appreciate your work ethics, i must admit i am intrigued. i would like to join the team. of course, without disrupting my uncle's treatment. i know now he's in good hands. ❞

If her wish is policy, his command is genetic code. No doctor should ever admit to needing their patients (though he knows, result of methods ranging anywhere from observation to mental terrorism, that few in his profession are suited to anything lighter). Crane is long past the point of cellular acknowledgement about what he needs. (This he will take to his grave.)

(Occupying the realm wherein graves lie around this one, even in thought, feels somehow unwise.)

She looks. So does he. If something twitches in the hollow of his cheek, that white sheet, smooth the dermis that tenses between cheekbone and sly cut of jaw, ❛ You're wrong❜ punctures the tell. Now, a single, bare fraction off stone-smoothness, it's arrogance that feathers his pout, pink lips.

❝ So flagrantly conspicuous about what your family's doing here. ❞ Here, in Arkham Asylum? Here, in Gotham? Anyplace in-between would be just as ambiguous as Doctor Crane sounds. Ah, the practice he's had . . . It's why he administers his next retort with indifference's subtle guile, despite the liquid uncertainty that begins to crawl in his veins like sedative. ❝ If an increased stay is what he desires, well . . . I'm sure I can extend his sentence. Double up on security around his cell, enforce additional restrictions; limiting his contact with others, those inside and out of Arkham, sounds prudent, no? For your uncle's own wellbeing. Further testimonials about his nature — perhaps with criminal evidence — may be necessary, of course. ❞

He smiles. Nothing there is kind.