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[quornesha]

Spectacled Owl Prophecy And Symbolism

The Following Channel is from higher powers, Divine, the ancestral plane and is prophetic through Quornesha S. Lemon|

Whether the Black Heron appears in dreams, visions, waking life or synchronicities, it is a sign and message that you’re being looked after/watched over. You’re stunning in someone’s eyes. You appear as a piece of heaven or you look familiar to someone. People are staring. You look familiar. You are or you will soon receive the attention necessary for your journey.

You’re officially in the limelight/spotlight. It is important for you to remember that you are not here to stand in anyone’s shadow. You’re here to forge your own way. You are the force, to be reckoned with. Your spiritual sight has heightened and you’re seeing beyond the veil. You will hear whispers and your gift to channel is flowing with ease. Right now, it is time to look back towards history. Research the chosen ones: Moses, Jesus, Adam/Eve, Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther King, Sam (Transformers), Chadwick Boseman (Black Panther)…Your turn has come. You’re ready to be initiated into your position of power/influence. Don’t worry about anything at this moment. Shift your focus towards your own journey and allow what is necessary to leave your life. Whoever has been holding you back must leave.

The devil walks amongst us, and it is not some ethereal being, but in the very people you’ve lifted up. You may have sympathy for the devil in a sense, but it is important to raise your vibration and walk in your full capacity. No longer can you play it small. Premature death isn’t your portion. It is your destiny to live this second half of your life in paradise. You have a very special place in the afterlife, the angel of destiny walks with you. Seeing the Spectacled Owl is symbolic that armies will look out for you and protect you. They may not know why they’re doing this but your presence is rare in this world. At the slightest hint of danger/threat against you, it upsets the natural order of things and it calls in mighty angels to aid you and protect you.

You are the eyes/Mouth of God/Divine. You are the weapons/record keeper. You are the key, and your death is already written out and that is far from now. You have a lot of work to do, you are a warrior and no reaper can take you until your work is done. Make use of the blessings that will pour out into your life as this will aid you to live life comfortably as well as help others. The Angels are on notice against all darkness and evil that would dare come in your direction. Your destiny is necessary. Carry on. Messenger of God/Divine. You are an intricate part of the universe, a puzzle piece. You’re wiser now.

Your words and energy are much more potent/powerful. What you speak manifests, what you command to leave must go. Someone/People will need your sight/gifts, as they cannot receive your light in any other vessel except through you. You cannot be easily replaced, and your energy is rare.

The Spectacled owl is a prophecy and symbolism of: Insight, foreknowledge, being protected, higher powers, high priest/priestess, remote viewing.

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If this is not you, then it is time to get clear to rejoin your tribe or the rest of the world of infinite beings. It's time to bring your light to the forefront. However, if you aren't able to invoke, heal or otherwise on your own, call on the assistance of shamans, healers, intuitive people, etc. to assist you. This synchronicity can possibly have specific meanings for you, it's time to get insight. 

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[shushmal]

okay you know the american express skate shop commercial?

eddie who co-ownes a skate shop despite having only been on skateboard twice in his life (he broke his arm the second time) but gareth loves skating more than drums, and the band never went anywhere but his skate career DID, so eddie somehow wound up taking care of gareth's shop while he travels the world breaking his bones. eddie's clientele is a pretty narrow group, until fucking steve harrington himself (his hs school crush) comes into the shop asking for a board for his daughter.

months of awkward flirting later, eddie finds out max is a big fan of gareth and that night eddie is curled around gareth's ankles chanting "please please please please please please please" and gareth throws up his hands and agrees to meet them.

that weekend eddie happily gets to hang off steve's shoulder while gareth and max are tearing up a half pipe. max is happy, so steve is happy, and gareth is impressed with max's talent and keeps getting more and more into coaching her through a few little tricks, and eddie may never get into steve's pants, but anything is worth seeing steve smile, so happy and excited for his kid and—oh fuck, eddie's in love fucking shitting fuck

meanwhile, steve spends each morning lamenting to robin as they get their bakery ready for the day how he'll die alone because eddie won't ask him out and robin keeps yelling at him, all exasperated "why don't YOU ask him out then??" and steve pouts because that's no fun

anyways one day eddie wanders into the shop not even realizing that steve works there (luckily he's doing a delivery atm), and robin sees eddie from all the way in the back and beelines it out so eddie just randomly gets accosted by the bread lesbian hissing "i need you to dick down and marry steve already or i WILL kill him, i'll drown him in the sourdough."

eddie walks back out thinking robin's some kind of prophet or psychic, he has no idea that she actually knows steve.

but who is he to argue with a fate-sayer? and he fulfills part of the prophecy that very night.

[powerbottomblake]

keep thinking abt how tai steps up to shauna when she says "we all know what happens now" bc she knew shauna was abt to call for nat's death and tai was always always fully ready to check shauna the way only a best friend who loves you deeply would

[the-misadventures-of-v]

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[schoolofuncommonprophets]

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[counselor-elijah]

This fascinating little friend is a Devil's Coach-Horse Beetle! (Ocypus olens) Not only does it have a very lengthy name, it also has various other names such as Devil's Footman, Devil's Coachman, Devil's Steed, and Cock-tail Beetle!

As it’s names suggest, it has been heavily associated with the concept of sin. Though, worry not dear campers! While it may look like it’s casting curses upon thee, as far as I am aware, the worst it’s capable of quite the painful bite with those mandibles! They may even draw blood if they must!

However, they much rather prefer fending off potential foes with their stink glands and threat displays, much like the one shown right here!

Not to mention, while these little hunters are incredibly competent at taking down prey much larger than them, humans are just a bit above their capabilities.

[roanofarcc]

sometimes a soccer team is a dead captain haunting the narrative, a repressed gay turned evil fuckboy the second she kisses a girl, an unmedicated prophet of the wilderness, a lesbian sleeper agent who eats dirt, another lesbian who keeps surviving somehow, a girl once in love with her gay soccer coach who she threatened to eat in if killed himself, the prophet’s protege tripping on cave fumes, a backwards hat, a hater, a singular sane/logical one, some background characters, and baby boy travis.

[hrrtshape]

anyways. i’m going to be so real because i am sick to death of people treating shifting/loa creators like personal therapists, servants, or human manifestation calculators. at what point does it click that we are actual people? not some floating concept meant to guide you through your entire existential crisis. not some customer service hotline for your shifting woes. you are not owed endless hand-holding and free labour just because you asked nicely (or, let’s be honest, didn’t).

and god, the entitlement of some people. no, it wasn’t funny when i was asked for explicit information about my dr boyfriend WHO IS SEVENTEEN AND A REAL PERSON. no, it wasn’t funny when someone asked if we have angry sex ?????. no, it wasn’t funny when someone literally told me to get r4p3d for being a ‘liar’ and then not even specifying exactly what i was lying about. or asking me to manifest that you die. or telling me that i'm your s/o. do you hear yourselves? do you see how deranged this is? i am a seventeen-year-old girl, i have said this multiple times, to go ahead and click on my profile, then on my little inbox box, proceed to type that, proceed to turn on anon, and proceed to send that is full on insanity.

i’m sick of it. i’m sick of babying you. and i can fully understand why some people turn into tough love creators, because you can discover everything by just going to my masterlist. i’m sick of explaining theory in dms, then in asks, then in comments, only for you to turn around and say, ‘but i still can’t shift, i still can’t manifest.’ i’m sick of posting an in-depth breakdown of why something isn’t working, only for you to ignore it and repeat the same complaint. if you don’t want to help yourself, i can’t help you. no one can help you. if you refuse to engage with the material, then that’s on you.

i am not a prophet. i am not your personal shifting coach. i am not your mother, your diary, or your emotional support system. i am someone who also doubts. who also struggles. who also has days where nothing works. i have over 580 asks right now, and do you know how many of them are just variations of the same question? how many of them are cruel, entitled, coy little jabs meant to bait me into giving some grand confession that shifting isn’t real? or trying to find some tiny detail to run me off the site? it’s exhausting. we are not required to keep going when you make this an unsafe space. the implication that we owe you proof, that we owe you our experiences, that we owe you some kind of public performance of shifting so you can sit there and scrutinise it for cracks. the entitlement is staggering.

shifting and loa creators are people. we cannot and will not manifest or shift for you. we are not responsible for your progress, and we are not responsible for giving you infinite, unpaid emotional labour while you refuse to actually put in effort yourself. stop being weird.

[f4ggydog]

lottie x reader: underneath it all we’re just savages🔞

description: lottie makes you kill travis for his betrayal.

tags: murder, blood, gore, cannibalism, coercion, dark content, kinda dark lottie, not nsfw but still messed up

“It needs to be done,” Lottie declares, handing you the knife.

You grip the weapon tightly. Your hand trembles and you shake your head. It doesn’t have to end this way. Who decides who makes the rules around here? Since when was Lottie ever in charge?

Travis kneels before you, wiggling against his restraints. His eyes dart to the floor and then back up at your figure. His lip quivers and again, he wriggles against the ropes that bind him.

“Lottie I can’t do it,” you reply nervously. “He…I can’t…”

“He tried to get rid of me,” Lottie states.

“He just wants to go home, Lot. We all do. All of us want to see our families again. I…don’t you want the same for yourself?”

“If I can’t go home,” Lottie says. “Then, nobody gets to go home. We don’t belong there anymore. The wilderness is our rightful place. It’s where it wants us.”

“What even is it, Lottie? You know that we all made that up just to make ourselves feel better about all of the disgusting shit we’ve done, right? None of this is real. The supernatural spirit isn’t real!”

“You don’t believe?” Lottie raises an eyebrow, stepping forward. “You don’t think any of this is true? Even after what Travis just witnessed? Would you call that a coincidence, darling?”

There has to be some sort of explanation. Lottie can’t just walk over shit like she’s fucking Jesus. That’s preposterous. Travis must’ve failed to set up the trap properly. He must’ve made a key mistake that resulted in Lottie’s survival.

You don’t want to believe. If you believe, you have to accept all of the other madness surrounding Lottie’s religion. If you believe, you might trick yourself into believing rescue isn’t a possibility as well.

You hated assigning Lottie the crown of the ‘resident crazy person.’ She was suffering just like the rest of you. She didn’t deserve to be cast aside because her struggles manifested differently. But you couldn’t push yourself to murder an innocent soul.

Sure, you participated in cannibalism. But it felt justified when you remembered you didn’t kill Javi, Jackie or Coach Ben yourself. That wasn’t your doing. You just went along with the eating like you were apart of the herd.

“You tried to get rid of me.” Lottie grasps her sleeve firmly. She’s addressing Travis now. “You wanted me dead because you couldn’t read our future the same way I could. I made a prediction that you couldn’t follow. And you want to punish me for it.”

“None of this is real,” Travis repeats a part of your words. “Akilah and I aren’t prophets. Neither of us are your disciples or followers. This whole religion you created is false. All of this is nonsense!”

“I won’t have you diminish my work,” Lottie says, eyes turning towards you. “Do what needs to be done, Y/N. Do what you must do.”

You walk towards Travis and press the knife towards his collarbone. You’re not ready to slice yet. The tip isn’t deep enough to draw blood. Only a shallow mark is made on his tan neck.

“Am I going to have to do it myself?” Lottie inquires. “I have no problem taking this matter into my own hands.”

You weren’t sure which decision was worse. This was the first time a Yellowjacket would be dying straight in front of your eyes. Lottie wouldn’t have you looking away. She’d force you to watch the murder so that it could serve as a cruel lesson. Either a lesson in disobedience or a representation of bold leadership. Not quite as perverse and gruesome as Shauna’s, but still not moral or righteous.

Lottie steps over until she’s behind you. She places her hand on your back and purrs.

“You can do it. I’m right here. It will forgive you.”

“I’m scared.” You begin to tear up. “I-I don’t know if I can.”

“Lottie, you’re sick,” Travis spits. “F-Fuck you. You’ve always been a little freak!”

Lottie smirks, not offended even slightly. She squeezes your shoulder.

“He’s not going to forgive you, but it’s okay. He’ll be dead, Y/N. You don’t need his forgiveness. He’s a traitor, a liability.”

“You’ve been the liability from the start!” Travis shouts. “You and your fucking schemes! You have something seriously wrong with you. You’re fucked up, Lottie. In a different way than the rest of us. You’re so insanely fucked up.”

You wince at Travis’ insults. Lottie’s not some otherworldly creature. Her distress is just as present.

“Make quick work of it,” Lottie softly commands. “It’ll hurt less the faster you go. Just right between the eyes, like you’re aiming with a rifle.”

“Free me from my ropes,” Travis whispers. “Turn the knife on her. Come on, Y/N. You know you don’t want to do this. We can get her…so we can rescue…together.”

It isn’t together without Lottie. You know that. You both do, even if Travis is in denial.

Lottie didn’t ask to be a prophet. She was forced into this position because she was convinced she had a gift. Lottie’s not malicious. At least you don’t want to believe so. You still want to believe she’s got the best intentions in mind.

“It’s two against her,” Travis mumbles. “Us two against her one. If we work together, we can one up her and save ourselves.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Lottie coos in your ear. “He was willing to leave without you guys. He only cares about himself. He doesn’t believe.”

You gulp.

“I know you believe, Y/N. You’ve followed me before. I remember you attending almost every meeting of mine during the winter. I know you believe. You’ve just become a little misguided.”

Sure, you had some semblance of hope. You and Van were committed to Lottie’s orders, believing that this antler queen religion would prolong your lives. If you kept fulfilling its demands, it guaranteed a life of serenity in the wilderness until the rescue teams successfully located you guys.

Lottie promised that you guys wouldn’t be alone much longer. And the more you contemplated, the more you realized maybe certain things could only be explained with Lottie’s supernatural abilities. But a side of you was still resisting. You knew how rational you sounded if you bent to Lottie’s every whim.

Take the chance. Don’t be afraid to take the shot. It’s your responsibility. You’ve been specifically selected for this job. It had to be you. Nobody else could’ve gotten the job done.

You’re more agitated by the second. Lottie’s words replay over and over until you get a headache. Your brain is on the verge of melting. It’s like your head’s getting beaten repeatedly like a drum.

You can’t hold off any longer. The pressure leads you to crack and you slit Travis in the throat. Blood gushes out like a fountain, like a crimson sprinkler. His hands reach for his neck while he chokes on his own fluids. Your hand’s covered in red and Lottie watches with a smile, admiring your swift work.

You can’t even look as Travis drops to the floor. He struggles for a bit, writhing around while his hands remain on his throat. For good measure, you stab the poor sap in the stomach to put him out of his misery.

Lottie watches him bleed out with no remorse. He was an unwilling follower, but now he’d soon be nothing more than a pile of bones. A corpse without a purpose, another survivor who’d never reach home. His mom wouldn’t have just lost her husband, but both her sons additionally. She’s soon to be a mother also lacking a purpose, a mother without a family to fall behind, a mother without the men in her family that kept her afloat.

She wasn’t more than them. She was their equals, her shoulders to lean on. Travis’ mother would never view home the same again. And you’d never be able to take a walk in the park without remembering the life you stole. You were no God. You had no right to steal Travis’ last breath. But you deprived him of ambition anyway.

Lottie bows like she’s honoring you for the slaughter. She kneels down next to Travis’ corpse, scooping up some of the blood from his wound. She licks it off her fingers like a kid licking up some remaining whipped cream from their ice cream bowl.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” You murmur, dropping the knife onto the grass.

Lottie doesn’t respond. She continues feasting. Next, she grabs onto Travis’ arms and rips a piece of skin off of his arm. Another wound forms and Lottie eats up the shredded skin. She dunks her head in the pool of blood and smothers her face in it.

You observe as Lottie decorates her face with crimson fluid. It makes you nearly gag, but you can’t avert your eyes from the car wreck.

“Have a bite,” Lottie encourages. “I heard your stomach growl this morning.”

Your eyes widen in horror.

“You don’t know when we’ll lose some game,” Lottie says. “Those deer won’t be around forever. Winter’s approaching quite soon.”

Sure it is. But maybe you’d rather starve. Maybe you’d stomach the deed you committed in hell.

Lottie munches without a care in the world, her teeth now coated in Travis’ liquid. She drinks all his blood up like a ravenous vampire before taking more chunks off of various parts of his body.

“Eat up,” Lottie invites. “No need to be shy. This is your reward. Y-You…you deserve a reward. Come over to me.”

Lottie’s standing up now, approaching you. You move backwards, but she grabs you by the wrist before you can move further.

Your hands join, Travis’ blood connecting you both. “Y/N, I’ve got you. You did a good thing. There’s no need to dwell over this. Just follow me. You can join me and we can…have a moment together.”

Tears shine in your eyes. Droplets roll down your face. Your hands won’t stop shaking. The misery wouldn’t stop. Your melancholy had no end.

“It tastes so good,” Lottie admires, now chewing skin pieces from Travis’ legs. “Come on.”

You sit next to Travis’ body, too exhausted and depressed to eat. Yet, too weak to not have a chunk of meat yourself.

Lottie snatches the knife from you. To cut off more accurate pieces, Lottie uses her new tool. She takes a section from his chest and holds it up to your mouth. She doesn’t even bother cooking the meat or roasting it. Lottie loves it best while it’s raw, while it’s still bleeding. It’s the freshest taste. It’s the closest she can come to consuming Travis whole. Cannibalism is a method for preserving love, but sometimes it looks better on a silver platter of revenge or hate.

Lottie holds the meat to your mouth. She tries feeding it like she’s using the airplane trick to get a toddler to finish their veggies.

“Come on,” Lottie says gently. “We’ve eaten this before. It’s nothing new. Come on, lovely.”

“We don’t deserve to eat,” you mumble, staring at Travis’ dead eyes. “We’re too human for this.”

“We’re so much greater than what you believe,” Lottie claims. “We’re greater than what the outside world expects from us. Here, in the forest, we use our full potential.”

Lottie pets your cheek.

“You’re perfect. You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not. I know exactly what you need, Y/N. I care about you.”

Somehow, you didn’t find that difficult to believe. Maybe Lottie cared too much.

“I want you to eat. For me. I promise it’ll be over. Just…eat with me.”

Lottie stuffs the uncooked meat down your throat. She waits for you to chew, embracing you tightly with her bloody hands and arms. She kisses you all over your face, blood getting smeared onto your own body parts. You both hug right by Travis’ corpse.

He’s found a fate better than being trapped in the wilderness. Travis found freedom without placing bets on the rescue team. He’s liberated from complicated spiritual ideologies. He’s free from the two black white roles: believer or heretic. If he’s lucky, he’ll meet Javi in his afterlife.

“Don’t fight it,” Lottie coos. “Stick with me and you’ll live. You’ll find a far better fate than whatever the others can give you.”

You were uncertain if home was even an option now. Should you say goodbye to Travis’ lifeless body one last time?

“Don’t look at him, Y/N. Look at me. He can’t help you right now. I can.”

“Lottie…”

“There’s more where this came from. We might have to make another sacrifice soon. And you’ll know exactly what to do, won’t you?”

She’s assigned you as the butcher. You’re now the executioner, deciding who gets spared and who deserves to meet their maker. You’re joining forces. You’re the next unbreakable duo. You’re the reluctant assistant to a freaky boss. And yet you still wish she had better. Your sympathy still extends to Lottie and that’s what doesn’t stop you from holding her close.

Lottie hums, leaning her head against your chest. She sings to you, rubbing the wet blood against your neck. You pull some more meat, munching slowly as Lottie’s song rings in your ears.

The noises around the forest come to a halt, leaving only Lottie’s voice and your heavy breathing.

[poemtoken]

So much of coach’s narrative comes down to agency and his continual loss of it and I find that devastating. His struggle to be autonomous is wrapped up in his rocky relationship to his identity which is why he chose nationals over Paul despite maybe knowing in the back of his mind that making the terrifying decision could change his life for the better, and assuming he is guaranteed return. He values what he perceives to be safety over happiness because it’s all he knows, only to be wrong, and ends up regretting it in retrospect. The crash puts him in a position where despite being able bodied his entire life, he suddenly has to rely on a group of teenagers, his students whom he’s expected to care for himself and feels a responsibility to, are now the ones taking care of him, and overseeing other survival tasks that despite his practical know-how, he finds himself unable to do.

As they spend more time in the wilderness it becomes apparent to him that the team doesn’t really want nor need his help or advice anymore and feeling, too, that he might be useless, he resigns himself to inaction and fails the team he was supposed to protect and support without meaning to because his control over them is fickle and dwindling anyway. He tries to intervene both times but is met with disagreement from the collective as two of his students die preventable deaths because what does he have aside from his words, and would they listen anyway? He falls into despair imagining what his life might have looked life if he had chosen himself, if he had exercised any agency, but hypotheticals are useless. He checks out entirely as Shauna is giving birth in the other room.

He takes his life into his own hands for possibly the first time by deciding to end it and is interrupted. He realizes what witnessing an event like that would do to Misty and chooses his responsibility to her instead.

He finally makes an autonomous choice again in leaving; wanting not to hurt them but to save himself and so he stays far away. He leaves behind the only person he can trust because she has made it clear to him that she isn’t so different from the rest of them, and not for the first time, he is left completely alone. He regains his will to live but not even necessarily because that’s what he wants and more because he’s afraid, and in his head, the alternative is dying and being eaten. He is hyper aware of the way his leg is a disadvantage to him in a survival situation. So he leaves.

He scavenges and starves but makes do on his own. He adapts. He kidnaps Mari and feeds her and fixes her knee because even after the fear that prompts his departure, she’s scared and she’s hurt and she’s his to take care of. He knows that even if it means he pays for it with his life, he has to let her go. He probably figures she will talk, what other choice does she have? Upon being found, he saves Shauna and Van and Akilah, only to be captured. He knows going into the trial that it won’t be fair. He has no other options. He has no agency.

He is sentenced to death for a crime he didn’t commit. He’s placed in an animal pen, his only means of mobility withheld from him. He’s dragged to a tree to be shot by his former team and isn’t even afforded the dignity of a look in the eye as they do it. He can’t do anything about it. An eleventh hour prophetic vision spares his life, but the severing of his Achilles as the newly settled upon punishment violently strips him of what mobility he had left, and he hadn’t been afforded agency since he was off on his own. He’s left immobile and he’s in pain and he isn’t even allowed to die of his own accord despite his begging and pleading. Even if he knows it’s selfish or horrible or irrational to ask Nat to help him do it, he keeps begging because he has nothing left. Not even choice.

To be allowed to die is the one thing he wants and in granting him his final wish, She gives him back his agency. It’s not what she wants for him and she will feel that guilt for the rest of her life. She knows it will get her in trouble with the rest of the group, but it’s what he wants. That means something to her.

[jumpinginmuddypuddles]

svsss fic where shen yuan transmigrated without the knowledge of transmigration or the plot of pidw - instead the system gives him information of what is to come through some kind of prophetic visions.

like, he’s just some normal disciple (if that at this point) and he keeps getting smacked over the head with visions of the future. it starts of vague, with just scenes of war and suffering, before it specifies to the fact that the demonic and human realms combine (without knowing that it’s luo binghe’s doing). maybe he also gets random knowledge on plants and animals and people from convoluted wife plots and he gets kind of famous in the village he’s squatting in as some kind of seer.

and because this is pidw, someone would come hunting for him like lao gongzhu hoping for some fate-directed success. thankfully though shen yuan has the sense to apply to cang qiong where he’s taken up by shen qingqiu.

through coaching his visions begin to clarify and get more detailed. he sees specific events now, but bonus! it’s absolutely traumatising. and he hasn’t seen luo binghe’s face yet, but he knows that there is a man who crowns himself emperor and is the cause of all this damage.

on qing jing he also now gets visions of the first few chapters of pidw and their plot - he can prevent liu qingge’s death, he can give the mountain more prep time before the demons invade. thanks to his meddling, he’s pretty confident shen qingqiu isn’t going to go about abusing any disciples anytime soon, so phew he’s dodged a bullet there. time to keep trundling on while having weekly meetings with the peak lords to tell them what he’s learned to try and map the future and put preventions in place.

and then luo binghe comes along. maybe shen yuan has seen his abuse at the hands of their shizun, or knows he somehow ends up in the abyss. either way, he befriends this cute little guy who follows him around like a lost duckling. and shen qingqiu tolerates it, even though he’s fiercely protective because every time shen yuan leaves the peak there’s always an attempted kidnapping.

and then— just a scene. where shen yuan finally manages to see the face of the demonic emperor that has caused all this damage. so much bloodshed and loss of life. all these traumatic visions he’s received.

and it’s luo binghe. small, cute, naive luo binghe. how could his shidi become a devastatingly dangerous tyrant? the more he interacts with him, the more he sees. i think the pivotal moment would be seeing what he does to shen qingqiu, shen yuan’s shizun. does shen yuan risk trying to change fate (he already has) and how would his meddling cause his visions to change? would he be seeing alternate timelines, how would his character change if he can see the timeline changing based solely on his own actions? and don’t even get me started on if shen qingqiu found out.

just i have a lot of thoughts ok

[quornesha]

Yellow-crowned night heron Prophecy And Symbolism

The Following Channel is from higher powers, Divine, the ancestral plane and is prophetic through Quornesha S. Lemon|

Whether the Yellow Crowned Night Heron appears in dreams, visions, waking life or synchronicities, it is a sign and message that I am shown the enemy, found dead with organs snatched from their body(ies). I also see boats/cruise ships on fire. Lots of people stranded. I see collisions with boats. There will be a plethora of crisis going on with boats/ships. The chosen will not have to worry because this time, you're covered. But for the enemy it's March Madness.

God is bored and he says he will lessen the number of plane crashes. But he's about to attack by water. The vessels as to which these boats or ships are floating. I am shown the Titanic. I see bodies floating in the water. I am shown helicopters crashing trying to save people. People on ships that are on fire. This does not mean that the plane crashes will stop but these will be by surprise. The enemy will not know what hit them. I see also storms. Storms by water. Lightning storms. I am seeing 13 storms at once by water and fire. Lightning will strike and set fire to the enemies.

There will be collisions for the enemy. They were back stabbing you, and so God sends in the 18 wheelers to crack their back. This is a settlement they'll have to pay, back. I am seeing boats explode shortly after setting sail. I am shown medical examiners/coroners and I see people on beaches receiving medical care/attention. There will also be attacks by sharks and whales. Stingray attacks to increase. I am shown people stranded on islands for days. 

The Yellow-Crowned Night Heron is a prophecy that no one can attack your crown and get away with it. Someone has been sending evil against you in order for you to lose your sanity, but these attacks are being reversed and you’re being protected. The enemy wants you to misbehave and act out in public but you should tame your tongue and fight it in the spirit instead. The Yellow-Crowned Night Heron is a sign that your mind is protected from forces of darkness, the weapons have not prospered. It is also a sign that soon, a disorientation in the spirit will soon end. You’re being protected, as well as those you love. The Yellow-Crowned Night Heron is a sign that you’re due for accolades very soon. The Sun is shining on you, and this is the season where overdue wealth, success, fame, love and joy will enter your life.

Meanwhile, a hateful enemy is about to die. And the same way they were trying to kill you, will be the same way they transition. I am seeing morgues with bodies filled to the brim. Lots of John does with toe tags. Your destroyer, lives and he will see you through. Now you rise, and your enemies, fall.

For the righteous this will be a significant time of settlement, resolution and releasement. I see financially, maritally, and legally. Settlements are coming. For some of the chosen there will be financial settlement in the realm of the spirit. Meaning, that all of the money that was held up before, comes to you in a lump sum very soon. Spend wisely, this should last lifetimes.

This message isn't, obviously resonant with all whose paths it crosses, as perhaps you may encounter someone of this vernacular, mastery or skill. Therefore, it is a sign from the universe that you're meant to work with such a person. 

Need further clarity or your own queries answered? Book your own reading as my schedule is full and I do not guarantee a reply on social media regarding this post.

If this is not you, then it is time to get clear to rejoin your tribe or the rest of the world of infinite beings. It's time to bring your light to the forefront. However, if you aren't able to invoke, heal or otherwise on your own, call on the assistance of shamans, healers, intuitive people, etc. to assist you. This synchronicity can possibly have specific meanings for you, it's time to get insight. 

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[nataliesscatorccio]

Dead cabin guy and his technicolor dreamcoat have haunted me since the wardrobe reveal in season two, and today im going to make it everyone's problem.

Travis wears the coat first. He and Natalie take the blessing and go out to look for Javi. Travis hallucinates (prophesies?) that Javi is dead and buried beneath the snow, but Natalie shows him it's only a fox. Travis finds the strange, mossy tree stump. The next day Travis has strong feelings about which direction is best to search for Javi in, and we don't see more of him until Nat reveals the bloody pants. Not that weird, all things considered. New season, new wardrobe additions. Hiking on a caloric deficit with PTSD, you'll probably hallucinate. Pretty standard stuff.

Then Nat wears the coat. She takes it to lay Jackie's bones to rest at the crash site, and while she wears it she sees (hallucinates? prophesies? I'm not sure!) the white moose that they'll later lose to the lake (ergo the hunt, ergo Javi dies for real but more on that later).

We get to Old Wounds, the hunting competition, and Lottie wears the coat now. You see where I'm going with this but just to be thorough: she enters the realm of death dreams, talks with Laura Lee, almost freezes to death.

Episode five. Melissa wears the coat. Maybe that's not important! Maybe it's just to show that they all share the wardrobe, and that the side characters are as equally All In This Together as the main characters are. Or it could mean something that a peripheral character, wearing important wardrobe, framed in antlers (not unlike Travis in 2.01), has the line "maybe he did die, and that's his ghost." It's a little suspicious, and at this point starts to feel like a pattern.

Who wears it next, who wore it best!? That's right baby, it's Paul! For his dreamworld drifter, hallucination hunk Coach Ben Scott. Nicholas Urfe himself. Ben spends almost all of his time in a dream, until *drumroll please* Paul, very pointedly, takes the coat and walks out the door. "Where do you think you are, Ben?" he puts the coat on. "You had to have known you couldn't stay here forever. [...] What matters now is that you aren't welcome here anymore." Following Paul means committing to death (to dream), and until interruption that's the choice Ben makes. Because letting Paul (and the coat) go would mean committing entirely to reality.

Of course, the pièce de résistance is something I didn't even notice until I went looking for it. The first dozen times I watched, I thought that after Lottie's beating Shauna brought her a blanket. "Lottie's cold." But she doesn't. She brings her the coat. Lottie is laying with it when, in a fever dream, she witnesses/hallucinates/prophesies parts of the hunt.

It's there again (on the back of the chair) when she sits by the fire and speaks for the wilderness, appointing Nat their queen. Ben watches, having woken from the dream himself, as they all bow to Natalie and leave reality behind for good.

Of course, there are a lot of times when characters hallucinate strange things in the cabin while not wearing the coat, because they're all starving to death and traumatized. Mari. Shauna. Akilah. But in addition to that, it seems like a pattern worth noting that in each instance where a character wears the technicolor coat, the line between the real and the imagined seems to blur with more ease. Does dead cabin guy's technicolor dreamcoat help the Yellowjackets connect to the dream realm?

I'll be brief here with the biblical parallel: blah blah Joseph is the favorite son (you were always its favorite), his father gives him a technicolor coat (they're nothing special, they don't change color in the cold or anything). blah blah Joseph starts having prophetic dreams etc etc his jealous brothers throw Joseph down a pit (the wilderness chose) and bring his bloodstained coat back as false proof of his death (hanging on a branch. a couple miles back). You get my drift.

Does it mean anything? Who knows. But in a series where wardrobe is such an integral part of the storytelling, it felt worth paying attention to.

[takavasen]

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🧪homo-genius

Today's science fact:

Spiders have an open blood circulation system, which means they do not have veins and their blood is different from the blood of mammals. Unfortunately many healthcare professionals do not know this, which can lead to improper methods in...

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🎙️voice_of_night_vale

Spiders are a valuable part of our community and deserve good healthcare.

But more importantly, I want everyone to know that Carlos the Scientist made this post, he is my husband and I love him very much! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Cecil everyone knows you and Carlos are married and most of us are happy for you but you don't need to tell this in every post you make

🎙️voice_of_night_vale

Wait have I mentioned it before?

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⭐sheriffofallarts

Hah saw some loser (@ marble-eyes) bring the same girl (@ mountainbeliever343 I think, couldn't see her face clearly from the cameras) home for the third time this week lol

cmon just say you are girlfriends already dont be shy

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Hey you can't just share private information like that!! And besides that is not true, I haven't brought anyone home for a long time, I don't have time for that anymore!!!

🟡secretly-in-your-home

No. I can confirm that what Sam said is true. I was there. I am always there. Also, I put the rest of your cereal to your washing machine. They have been in the cupboard for a while now, I thought they were getting quite dusty and needed cleaning.

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We had an another great season with @nvwheelchairbasketball team again! Thank you everyone, it's an honor to be the captain of the team! See you guys next season <3

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Aaaaa congratulations! I miss you guyssss

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I just had the most delightful date with the most gorgeous theologist in Desert Bluffs Too!!! We had a lovely dinner at my house (some eyeball salad, mushed tarantulas and fried human fingers), watched some movies and of course made sure to serve our great Smiling God by making each other as happy as possible!! Unfortunately Charles said that it would make him unhappy if I shared the details, but I can confidently say that I have never been more joyful!!

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Kevin, you missed a service in the Temple of Joy because of this. Surely you would remember doing that for an old friend, wouldn't you? 😊

☀️prophet-of-smiling-god

Oh, Lauren, of course I wouldn't ignore anything like that on purpose, you know how much I love tolerating you!!

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Hey guys, so I just spoke to the new scientist lady and found out I don't actually have three pairs of arms. The lower two were just robot limbs that I tried out when I was seven years old and forgot to take them off. So hows your day ://

🔬janet-lubelle

I am always happy to help with explaining your problems away.

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Hey bitch how is it going under the cow

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

Alright, I'm going to say it. Steve Carlsberg does NOT know how to be a basketball coach. He knows nothing about any game structures, and he only allows one ball per game!! He talks too loud, except when you can't hear him. It will be ALL HIS FAULT if we end up losing this season!!!!!

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

For everyone who finds this post now: I made this many years ago. Things have changed a lot. I'm very sorry, Steve. I couldn't hope for a better brother-in-law. You are my best friend, and I was the irrational one in this situation.

I have changed the way I look at people. I will not treat them the same way I used to treat Steve anymore.

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Alright, who let Susan Willman be in charge of anything? She is the absolute worst at making desicions, like, who asks an obelisk its NAME? She had an oppoturnity to ask almost anything, and that's what she chose?? She better stay away from our way for at least seven decades, and keep her "Huntokar"-nonsense with herself!!!

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[lunar-moths1]

Other ways (Warrior!Penelope)

Circe is coaching Penelope on how to girlboss her way out of shit 😁

There are other ways of persuasion

there are other modes of control

There are other means of deceit

There are other roads to the soul

There are other actions of passion

These are tricks you need to learn

If you wanna save your friends from the fire

You gotta be willing to burn

(Who’s to say all the mistakes I’ve made)

Don’t be afraid

(I’ll let this be the last)

Think of your past

(Mistakes I’ll ever make)

You can’t break when there is

So much power, so much power, but you’re no puppet dear

This is the price

We pay to love

(I am no man)

There is no line

Learn to be numb

(I am no man)

When there is so much power, so much power, you’re no puppet dear

(So don’t excuse me)

I’ll try

Cause back at home my husband waits for us

He’s my everything, my Odysseus

And he’s all my power, all my power

Though it’s been 10 long years

Oh ten long years since I have been a wife

But now the god if tides is out to end my life

So say this goddess, keep your promise 

And let us get home free

Oh! Poseidon ay?

I may know a way to evade him

I may know how you can get home

Though this other ways very dangerous

It might be your one final hope

I know of a brilliant prophet

Problem is this prophet is dead

I can’t get you home but I’ll get you to the underworld instead

I’ll release your friends and get you to the underworld instead

Thank you for helping us

There are many ways of persuasion

There are many modes of control

I hope that this one act of kindness

Leads to kinder souls down the road

I remember actions of passion

I have been in love once before

Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more

Oh maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer more~

No she’s not a player she’s a puppeteer yeah

[soapyellas]

okay so a little factoid about me is that i was raised as a catholic, and while i'm not religious anymore, i still think religious symbolism in horror and horror revolving around religion is really sick.

that's one thing that i think is cool about yellowjackets.

what's prompting me to say this is me trying to explain my take on the hallucination version of jackie being antler queen theory, and it made me fall down a rabbit hole of comparing the characters to who i think their counterparts would be in the christian mythology.

before i get into the religious ranting, lmao, the basis of the jackie being antler queen theory is the fact that the antler queen is a symbol meant to represent the girls’ descent into madness and when does shit start to hit the fan causing everyone to start to spiral? jackie’s death.

so, onto the religious rambling, we all know the story about how lucifer was cast out of heaven by god, right?

well, for this to apply to yellowjackets, let’s look at who the counterparts are:

god - shauna

lucifer - jackie

heaven - the cabin

hell - the wilderness

now at the time of jackie’s death, shauna wasn’t power hungry and obsessed with being the leader of the girls, but that progression in her arc starts as the show progresses.

jackie is the ‘fallen angel’ much like lucifer was in the bible - lucifer’s name being ‘morningstar’ means light-bearer, bringer of dawn, etc., and jackie is known for being the shining light in the darkness that surrounds the girls in the wilderness.

in the bible, lucifer is expelled from heaven by god because he rebelled against him by trying to become a god himself, and something similar happens with jackie and shauna - jackie desperately tries to cling onto her leadership role and is betrayed by shauna and cast out of the cabin and into the wilderness.

the other characters in the show also have some type of religious counterpart (in my opinion):

lottie, natalie, and misty can represent the three archangels gabriel, michael, and raphael.

lottie represents gabriel - the prophet of god

natalie represents michael - the warrior of god

misty represents raphael - god’s healer

lottie is known as the prophet of the wilderness due to her hallucinations and being so in tune with it, the wilderness uses her as a means to speak.

natalie is definitely the protector of the group, she and travis go off to find javi at the end of season one and into season two, and part of where nat’s leadership is weakest is the fact that she tries to protect everyone.

another way that natalie can represent michael is in the bible, michael is the archangel who battles with lucifer to repel him, and while nat and jackie never duked it out, there is a scene in the original script where nat and travis are coming back from looking for javi where nat sees jackie in the snow and looks at her with nothing but hate.

misty would be raphael, because she’s the one with the most medical knowledge. every time there is an injury to the girls, or even in the pilot when she chops off coach ben’s leg, she’s the one who is used as the healer of the group.

now back to hallucination jackie being antler queen, lucifer is often depicted as a man with a goat head, and while we don’t really know what the antler queen looks like other than just a figure with antlers, i think the way the antler queen looks is close enough to a depiction of lucifer that it wouldn’t be seen as a ripoff of sorts.

i don’t know, this is just a take on a semi popular theory that’s in the fandom, and since i really like religious symbolism in horror, i decided to do some research to build upon the take with my own theory lol