#chariot wish

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“Hope This Season Of Life Finds You Well” by chariot wish (a new heaven and a new earth)

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Charles Leclerc as The Magician Tarot:

the Magician is interpreted with energy, potential, and the manifestation of one's desires; the card symbolizes the meetings of the physical and spiritual worlds ("as above, so below") and the conduit converting spiritual energy into real-world action.

(When the Magician appears in a spread, it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something.)

[brown-little-robin]

POLNAREFF ACHIEVED

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

they should invent a gaeltacht that is easy and convenient for a disabled non-driver to travel to

[sunniestshark-art]

Next up in the DnD tarot series post is Bellewyn, our dwarven artificer! Check this link out for all the symbolism and information on Bellewyn and her connection to this card.

Bellewyn is played by @daisyhellion

[purralyth]

[carrotcakecrumble]

Masculinity and humanity in the Charioteer - a very half-baked analysis:

Ok so this is nothin that hasn’t been said before but !!! I haven’t said it yet and I managed to put my thoughts together for once and wanted to write something so👁️👁️ :

Ralph and Laurie both seem to link typical masculinity / manhood with being ‘human’ (make it out as a human being). The characters that are more stereotypically feminine are seen to either be compromising themselves (Sandy changes when at the party and becomes more bitchy), have completely lost themselves (Bim’s a goner, given in 100% to being ‘feminine/bitchy’) or finally are unworthy and almost dehumanised (Bunny’s ridiculed for his more feminine taste, way of speaking, ‘ditzy-ness’ which is equated with femininity through his speech and mannerisms and therefore totally incapable of matching Ralph ((mr manly man) as an equal partner - the point not being whether he is or not, but that a large part of his negative personality traits that make him u worthy are displayed as un-masculine personality traits (his room / his mannerisms / his speech/ his interests).

These characters are either meant to be out rightly disliked (Harry(?), Bunny) or in the very least, pitied (Sandy, Bim). They’ve lost their way, have curled up snuggly in their ‘womb’, settling for being less masculine in order to have people to ‘lean on’, as Laurie puts it. It can be taken tben that therefore their natural state if only they would put the effort in to maintain it would be more stereotypically manly, and that in losing that masculinity, they have also lost some of their humanity. They become catty, gossipy, jealous (stereotypically feminine traits). They’re not presented as valid, fully rounded humans with the faults that go along with that, but instead chewed-off, beaten down lesser-men, who’s lack of masculinity directly feeds into their mean-spiritedness, and are therefore lesser-human.

(Also something something about they’re names being more silly and soppy and unserious.)

I don’t know how to conclude this but I might think of something in the future so I’ll reblog if I do, anyway, this is the most coherent thought I’ve had in years so💅💅gotta post innit

[gothiccprince-art]

i was feeling a bit silly and put my version of Phobos and Deimos in drag... they're so pretty

[awkwardgaydude]

Do you ever just get hit in the face with a visceral memory that almost feel like you relived it for a second?

Edit:

Holy shit, I just found exactly one of the ones I had as a kid!!!

Edit 2:

Holy shit again they also have all of the other ones I had!!! ;-;

Maybe I'll buy them again? Actually relive my childhood?

[erveinangel]

// Divergent Universe thoughts in tags.

[gabriestat]

i have the one classic english botticelli painting edition of the vampire armand but as for marius's book his edition that i own is this very ugly one translation that i got from a guy for 2 euros on a sunday at like 9am in a deserted square years ago. and it's very ugly and smells so much like dust but i have always loved it because of that

[brokenhardies]

Foolsuke AU - The Hamburgulars

made in this dollmaker

Yusuke Kitagawa - The Fool

Makoto Niijima - The Chariot

Futaba Isshiki - The Lovers

Akira Kurusu - The Emperor

Goro Yoshida - The High Priestess

Ryuji Ohya - The Hermit

Ann Takamaki - The Empress

Haru Okumura - The Justice

Satoru Yoshizawa - The Faith

(not featured; Violet - The Magician)

@latenitewaffles, @inkwell1013, @mushroomfusion245 @rollthedice-playthecards @thehedgehogat221b @sterling-writes @wonderguards

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Drunk and bleeding at a bar and struggling with the epiphany I just had that the reason I love Dandelion so much is because he looks like my father (blonde one from the books, at least) and maybe that’s the reason I’m clinging to his character, because my dad left when I was a kid

Like link to this dude’s art because I was just stalking my estranged dad’s Facebook with a cocktail whilst I wait alone for my food and he had a photo that looks exactly like the one depicted below HELP

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

going to film the all about my novel video shortly for seventh virtue & I wrote a back-jacket summary that I'm re-reading now and I'm like?? oh??? this book actually has a plot???

under the cut lmao in case you're wondering what SV ACTUALLY is about (since it's really just ppl crying & stabbing each other from how I've shared it on here <3)

25-year-old Harrison Frost has never wanted to save anyone.

After his mother vanishes following an altercation he largely blames on his ex-boyfriend, Lonan, Harrison moves to the past with one goal in tow: forget all about him.

But when he begins having fiery nightmares of Lonan, he reluctantly seeks a magical cure from Lonan’s sister, Reeve, whose explanation for his ailment is as dire as it is puzzling.

She reveals she and Lonan are members of the Seventh Roost, one of seven magical families that coincide with the 7 Holy Virtues and 7 Capital Sins. And worse, Lonan is part Virtue, the immortal bird that represents each house, and he’s transferred half his magic to Harrison in attempts to protect him from their tyrannical family—the same family that is now holding him captive in hopes of re-merging him and their Virtue, Humilitas, back together.

With an unexpected target now on Harrison’s back, he partners with Reeve to find Humilitas before the Seventh Roost can. But as she tends wounds from a past she narrowly escaped—wounds that are catching up with her—Harrison must decide if he’s ready to rekindle relationships he left behind to save someone he once loved…

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The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

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roman curse tablets for chariot races are so funny because they're basically all variations of "cosmo wanda i wish every horse and charioteer on the red team went to hell no matter what"