originally i planned to do way more characters, but this was sitting unfinished for ages and i figured i’d finish the ones i had started at least & post it as is rather than try to add everyone & risk delaying -> forgetting about it again;;
1939 - 1941: Saturn square Pluto - beginning of World War 2
1946 - 1958: Saturn conjunct Pluto - Cold War
1981 - 1984: Saturn conjunct Pluto - AIDS epidemic
On September 11th 2001, Saturn and Pluto were within 2° of exact opposition. On that day, there was also a full moon (sun/moon opposition), forming a grand cross between these four planets. Astrologers speculated about terrorism and the pattern of destruction during Saturn/Pluto transits was again confirmed.
Saturn was also conjunct Pluto from 1348 to 1351, when the Black Death erupted.
The next Saturn Pluto conjunction will be in 2020.
Happy Birthday to acnl and also Happy Birthday to Kokoro!!!
I bought Kokoro the day the game came out, june 9th, 2013 and I have never reset! Here is to four years of animal crossing, and four years of Kokoro! This post features a Kokoro ‘then and now’, using various screenshots from my blog. <3
It was December and the whole of Hogwarts was preparing for Christmas. It was one of the most anticipated events in the year- Christmas break. Students were packing their cases in their cosy dormitories. All fires were emitting an enjoyable warmth that made everyone feel less like an iceberg.
You were in your (y/h) dormitory, sitting cross-legged on your four poster bed watching everyone get packed. You were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays as your parents went for a ‘winter break’. Quite a lot of sixth years were staying. One of those was Draco Malfoy, the guy that everyone despised. He was kind of attractive in his own continuously-angry way. He always kept watch on the trio- Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were also staying. Draco was left alone without his own gang, Crabbe and Goyle. Looks like Draco is a solo artist in his stalking mission this Christmas. He had a ‘slight’ obsession with the three Gryffindors; he always tried to get them caught. Whenever something suspicious was occurring, Draco was up and sprinting to Snape’s office. It was as if he was a robot mechanised to report to Snape all the time.
As soon as every student that was packed and ready for the train left, you went to the library where the trio was hanging out. You walked over to their table to say hi and ask how they were since you had to socialise with someone during this rather boring Christmas.
“Oh…erm, hey (y/n)! Staying for Christmas are you?” Ron stuttered whilst trying to close up the book he was so passionately reading.
“Yeah, I am. How did you guess?” You couldn’t help being sarcastic when Ron asked such a pointless question. Ron blushed and turned back to looking at the cover of his book while Harry and Hermione laughed at your remark. You felt bad for making fun out of Ron so you quickly apologised and left them to their thing. You were walking through the aisles of books when all of a sudden you felt a determined tug on your shoulder. The force of the tug made you bump into a bookshelf behind you. To your surprise, Draco was standing there, impatiently looking at you and the mess you just caused.
“What the f-” you were cut off by Draco dragging you out of the library discretely but confidently so that Harry, Hermione and Ron didn’t notice anything. You tried to question him but Draco just squeezed your wrist even more to indicate for you to keep quiet. He guided you all the way outside to the Forbidden Forest. It was freezing cold and you weren’t wearing appropriate clothing. You were wearing just a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt while Draco wore pretty much the same as you but he was wearing a black shirt and coat with his black jeans. His pale skin and platinum blond hair faded in with the glistening snow. His blue eyes looked colder than ever before. He looked like he meant business. He turned to face you as soon as you two were deep in the forest. Draco looked around to make sure no one was there watching you.
He looked straight into your eyes with a serious expression. He licked his lips and parted his lips to speak.
“What book was Weasley reading?”
“What? You brought me all the way out here to ask me such a pointless question? You’re fucking ridiculous!”
“What was the book called?” He was stern with you. He looked like he really wanted answers but you just weren’t in the mood to tell him anything.
“Go find out for yourself, I’m not your little messenger Malfoy.” You began to stomp back towards the school when drastically you felt yourself being pushed forward. You turned around to see Draco punching the rock-hard tree. His knuckles began to bleed as he punched the tree even more.
“For fuck’s sake (y/n)! Can you not just tell me the name of the goddamn book?!” He was enraged. He was practically losing all of his sanity. The blood from his knuckles trickled down onto the delicate snow. Your eyes widened when you realised that he was storming in your direction. He looked like a mad man- his knuckles were bleeding, leaving a trail of dark red blood on the snow, his eyes were focused on you and his body was as stiff as anything.
“Draco, I didn’t mean to-”
“Shut up! You’re fucking useless! Get out of my sight or I will kill you with my bare fucking hands!” He was panting heavily, clearly from his anger. He walked towards the school with great speed. You were cemented to the spot you were left in. Your heart was racing and your mind was a mess. You thought he was really going to hit you or even kill you. Anyway, after 3 minutes of just standing there pointlessly, you made your way to the school.
~30 minutes later~
You were just walking through the dungeons for no apparent reason. You were indeed going to spend some time alone here so you might as well explore the castle.
You noticed a black figure racing towards you, clearly set on it’s target. You tried to ignore the person by looking down at the floor as you continued to make your way through the dungeons. Draco grabbed your forearm and, once again, guided you to some place.
“Will you ever leave me alone?” You shouted at Draco provocatively. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone for the day? What did he want now?
He didn’t reply to your question. Shortly, you realised that he was taking you to the Slytherin common room. He stranded you in the dark common room as he shut the door. No other Slytherin stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, it was only Draco. He walked confidently towards you keeping his head low but his eyes were on you the whole journey. He stood frozen in front of you, not doing anything. After some time you decided to question him but you were straight away cut off by Malfoy.
He grabbed your face and abruptly crashed his lips to yours. His movements felt rushed and hungry for some attention. His vein-covered hands held your face in place forcefully so that you wouldn’t even nudge. Chaotically, your hands found his chest and attempted to push him away. He kept his hands stubbornly on your face, keeping your lips locked to his. To be honest, touching his chest was a blissful experience. His torso definitely was nicely shaped and muscled. His kissing skills weren’t bad either although your lips didn’t even work with his.
You had to think quickly- you couldn’t show Draco that you wanted him to do this to you. Your hand fell to Draco’s cock. Misleadingly, you were rubbing him through his jeans, making him smirk into the one-way make out. This was an indicator to grab and squeeze the hell out of his dick. He pulled away rapidly as if he was just burnt by boiling wax. He scowled and glared at you. Before he could process what you did, you ran for the door. As soon as you reached for the doorknob your back hit the cold stone wall. Draco pressed his body against yours, placing his hands on either side of your head. You were trapped.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, little Miss (y/h)?”
“I-” You stammered but were quickly muted by a furious Draco.
“Now I’ll have to teach you a lesson, won’t I? You need to learn to respect people.”
He pushed his leg in between your thighs, positioning himself forcefully near your vagina. His face was just inches away from yours. His minty breath was hitting your face slowly. You kept your face still while Draco was eyeing you up and down and biting his lip sensually. He was irresistible. He moved his lips near your ear.
“You’ve been rude to me today and I don’t like that (y/n). You have really angered me and now you have to pay the price for what you have done.” He murmured into your ear just above a whisper. His hands wandered to your waist and trailed up and down your figure. Your breath began to pick up speed as Draco’s eyes explored your whole body. He licked his lips in appreciation of his sight and the slightest moan escaped his lips as his hands cupped your breasts. Although you were greatly enjoying this intimate moment with Draco, you couldn’t lose the fight. You tried so hard to concentrate on something else other than Draco’s thigh rubbing forcefully against your skinny jeans. A tingly feeling grew in the pit of your stomach. You wanted Draco, or anyone for that matter, to make you cum. In these sort of situations, you usually break and end up sleeping with the person luring you into their pants. You had to admit, Draco looked pretty fucking hot against your body with his eyes fixated on your face, waiting patiently for a reaction. After a minute or so of having Draco touching your whole body and rubbing his thigh against your jeans, you gave up.
Your lips parted and let out an exasperated moan of pleasure, also causing your hips to grind in unison with Draco’s leg. You caught him by surprise which just made him smirk right at you.
“You like that, huh? Couldn’t resist me any longer?”
All you could do right now was kiss Draco passionately.His lips felt magical- they were smooth and definitely knew how to kiss. Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging on large strands of hair violently. He groaned into your lips, sending a wave of excitement to your sex. Your hips rocked into his leg even more, wanting him desperately inside of you. Draco’s lips were viciously biting,sucking and licking all over your neck and jaw. It was obvious that he was turned on. You tilt your head back so that Draco can get better access to your neck. He was leaving hickeys all over you, letting everyone know that you were in there with him. Good thing that there was barely anyone in the castle during the holidays and you could wear a scarf to cover yourself up. With every hickey he printed on you, you moaned in appreciation of his doing. This made him smirk more than he already does on a daily basis. He detached himself from your neck and looked straight into your eyes with a hot, flushed face and his hair sort of messy. He licked his top teeth imitating a vampire.
“Its getting kind of hot here, isn’t it? Want me to take this all off?” All you could respond with was a soft moan. Draco’s breath became heavy all of a sudden. He had you right under his control and you were ready to oblige to his commands. This turned him on more than anything. He liked being dominant.
“If you want me naked then you’ll have to strip it all off yourself.” Your eyes opened up and Draco could instantly see the sparkle in them. Hastily, you shook his coal-black coat, followed by unbuttoning his inky shirt. His torso was completely bare now. His skin was a beautiful pale colour and his muscles were sharply defined. You ran your hands down his torso in a figure eight. Your cold hands made Draco shiver and breath in deeply. You leaned against his torso and began to suck under his collar bones and right under his jaw. It was evident that these were his soft spots as his jeans bulged even more than before. When your hands reached the top of his jeans, your hands gently dropped down to his zipper. Your fingers were fiddling with his zip, teasing the weakened boy.
“Jesus fucking Christ, just unzip it (y/n).” Draco was growing impatient with your teasing. You obliged to his command and unzipped his jeans, dragging them down with his boxers instantly. His member sprung out of its cover. It was already covered in pre-cum. Draco let out a blaring moan which echoed across the common room. He finally opened his eyes and drastically threw your top across the floor followed by your jeans, bra and panties. Both of your bodies were fully exposed to each other.
“Fuck (y/n), you’re so-” You cut Draco off with your lips before he could even finish his sentence. You two were a complete mess- your make out was wet and chaotic. Your hands tangled in Draco’s hair, messing his usually-perfectly-gelled hair. His hands darted to your thighs and slightly pushed you up while squeezing. Straight away you knew that he wanted to fuck you against the wall. You jumped up and let your legs dangle on either side of Draco’s lean body. Draco was keeping you in place by forcing you against the wall and holding the back of your thighs. Due to him having to hold your whole body up, his arms were covered in veins. He looked so mesmerizing. You were both steaming hot and in need of each other. Draco didn’t wait any longer and he slammed into you, his full length filling you up. Your screams bounced off every single wall in the common room as Draco’s thrusts grew in speed and force. His head was down on your breasts, leaving hickeys all over you again. His lips escalated to your jaw, where he left a trail of hot kisses down to your collarbones. Your breathing turned into panting. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.
“I’m close..” You managed to blurt out in between your heavy panting. Automatically, Draco put more force into his thrusts, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
A few seconds later, you let yourself go and you cummed all over Draco’s member. This must have stimulated him as you noticed his eyes closing and his lips parting slightly. His hips decreased in movement but became more intimate. You rocked yourself on his cock slowly to ease you both down from your high. Soon enough, Draco pulled out of you and placed your feet back on the ground which resulted in you dropping to your knees from the previous event. You felt really weak but really great at the same time. Both of you were trying to catch your breaths. Draco looked down at you and lightly laughed.
“You okay there? Want to go to my bed?” You nodded in approval. Draco threw his black shirt to you and he put on his own boxers to cover himself up a bit. You obligingly threw his shirt over yourself. It smelled of him; his specific scent. He always smelled like a crisp-cold morning in the woods. It was pleasant. You practically drowned in the shirt but it was a good thing as it covered your butt. He looked you up and down and smirked again.
“You should wear my stuff more often.” Confidently, he walked to where you were sitting down. He picked you up bridal style and carried you up to his dorm room where he laid you on his bed. As soon as you were safely on his bed, he walked over to the other side and joined you. He took the duvet and covered both of your still-steaming bodies. He cuddled up to you with one hand resting on your waist, pressing you close to him. You both instantly fell asleep as soon as both of you relaxed and made yourself comfortable.
How did everything lead to this?
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Thank you to everyone who read this! This is my first Harry Potter related story. I decided to write a Draco smut with no other parts to it but I felt like there has to be more to the story. This is going to be a story with parts to it so that its not a super long read all at once!
Any comments/critique is welcome and appreciated!
I am open to taking any requests- oneshots, imagines, stories, ships, sortings, etc. :)
As per google, “playing cards, traditionally a pack of 78 with five suits, used for fortune-telling and (especially in Europe) in certain games. The suits are typically swords, cups, coins (or pentacles), batons (or wands), and a permanent suit of trumps.”
It’s thought that Tarot originated after the year 1000, during a liminal period in theological history where religions were able to coexist alongside one another. Given that card games were outlawed in the abbeys of France in 1337 (YES I KNOW OK BUT IT’S TRUE) historians suspect their emergence to be within this period of 300 years or so. It was more than possible at this time to see churches, synagogues and mosques co-existing alongside one another.
It contains esoteric symbols from all three of the aforementioned religious practices; visual symbols that hearken to christianity can be seen in Arcana II, V, XI, XIII, XV and XX. The nameless arcana, now called Death, was originally pictured with the hebrew words “Yad-Hay-Vav-Ha” within its skeletal head. The ten sephirot was illustrated on the Hermit’s (IX) chest.
It is possible that sages from all of the aforementioned religions came together to create what is the foundation of the modern tarot, but whether or not this is the true is purely speculative.
What we do know is that in essence, the Tarot is not divination in the sense that it is able to reveal literal future. It is not predictive but psychoanalytical. All prospective futures that may be revealed within a reading are a projection of the subject given their state of mind, not accounting for the circumstances of their life nor the specifics, but dealing with them in the abstract, as they advance through the stages of their life.
Second, Tarot is often interpreted in the modern age in disparate parts. Symbolism and correspondences are attributed with no explanation and relationships between the cards are not elaborated on. But it is meant to be viewed holistically. In this instance, we will look at it within the context of the mandala, a device as Carl Jung would say, that is a representation of the psyche, whose essence is essentially unknown. Thus through the tarot we reveal ourselves, the stages of our lives and the deep energies that govern all of us.
The Art of the Holistic Tarot
Definition: (in Jungian theory) a primitive mental image inherited from the earliest human ancestors, and supposed to be present in the collective unconscious.
The Emperor (V) as the key figure of rationalism. Material. Paternal. The Ruler archetype. The abrahamic god. The energy of the five as active but static in the material plane.
The Knight of Wands as the master of hidden passions. Sublimation of warlike qualities. Freedom from desire; transcendence. Between the numbers 8 and 9, between total perfection and the step forward into crisis. The Creator archetype. Salvador Dali. The God Amun.
The Lovers as the exchange of intimacy. Selfless giving. Companionship. Desire to shape the world in the image of unconditional love. The power of the 6; of beauty, as it mirrors itself. The archetype of the Caregiver. Aphrodite. Princess Diana.
There are 22 major arcana and 56 minor arcana. They can be distinguished on the basis of their composition; in any given deck, the major arcana are usually presented with an individual image that is distinct from all the others and if not outright labeled, given the number of its respective arcana at the bottom or top. The minor arcana on the other hand, tend to feature repeating patterns and symbols within the purview of their respective suits, which may take many shapes and forms depending on the deck.
While I am loosely familiar with in-depth analyses of the classic Tarot of the Marseilles and Rider Waite decks, given the sheer volume and variety of the decks we all read with, I do not believe imparting the specifics would be useful here, save for providing example on how to potentially read different symbolism.
If you have a desire however to go to this level of depth with your deck, take time to reflect on the colors and composition of each card. Take each card of the major arcana and put it side by side in two rows, with the Fool and the World at either end. Look at how the cards align with one another. Is the High Priestess looking at the Empress, or looking away? What does the Hanged Man have behind their back? What colors do you see and do they run together? For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to leave it here, but I’m also going to include a brief table of color correspondences below. I’ll also note that these can be found exactly as I’m presenting them in Jorodowsky’s Way of the Tarot. As can most of the information that I’ll be teaching in this lesson, only in far greater detail.
+ impersonal, wisdom
- sacrifice, death
+ purity, ecstasy, immortality
- mortal chill, egoism
+ receptivity to celestial power
- dependence, immobility
+ receptivity to earthly powers
- despotism, tyranny
+ clairvoyance, active intelligence, awareness
- aridity, cruelty, dryness of mind
+ receptive intelligence
- madness, destruction
+ humanity, carnal pleasure
- materialism , repression
+ animal realm, activity
- criminal violence
+ nature and the celestial
- dependence, envy
+ nature and the terrestrial
- engulfment, absorption
+ creative magma, shadow work
- chaos, repression, death impulse/fatalism
The Minor Arcana are typically divided into four suits, though the content of these suits may vary depending on the deck. For the purposes of this lesson, we will adhere to the basics; pentacles, cups, wands and swords.
There are many ways of dealing with these correspondences, but today we’ll break into down into two categories; correspondences by suit and correspondences by element/energy.
The elements as defined by alchemy are usually the way most define the properties of the four different suits. The results of my method will be similar, but with some nuance. These are intended to be more consistent with the arcana themselves, rather than derived arbitrarily from other, albeit related systems.
The sword is a rational symbol, forged and tempered with care and experience. Thus it harkens back to intelligence, the learning of language and transcendent thought. Swords have the power to test the mettle of a thing, much in the same way our rational intellect may scrutinize the integrity and consistency of an abstract ideal. The element of swords would be air, in this case.
The cup, similar to the christian symbol of a Grail, or the pagan symbol of a chalice, is a tool of receptivity and retention. In antiquity, cups have been used as a symbol for love. Cups represent emotional energy, in that the cup is deeply internalizing. What is poured into the cup may stay, adherent to the shape it’s given. It is emotion used a divine messenger, in this sense, and its reference element would be water.
The wand is not artificially. It grows naturally in the wild, from crystal, gnarled bark or bone. But one can prune and polish it if they choose. Thus it represents growth of sexual or creative power as it occurs naturally in the human being. Sexual magnetism is an independent process, but what we choose to do with this natural state of mind is up to us; do we channel or sublimate it? Or perhaps, we allow it to take the lead. Much in the same way is the element of fire. It occurs as a force its own, but we choose how it is utilized and where it will burn.
The pentacle is solid, material, substantial. Usually represented by a coin, currency or artifact of significant cultural value, it is forged into what it is by human hands. It begins as raw material and is given identity by the choices. Aren’t our human bodies much the same? We are given our base material through biology, but what we do with it is up to us. Thus the pentacles are very much governed by earth energy, physical energy and they often represent the material plane that we inhabit as human beings.
The Diagram of Numerology
Still here with me? Good!
So, we’re about to get started with the numerological aspects of how to read and in particular, decimal numerology.
Why you may ask? Or maybe you didn’t ask. I plan to answer anyway, to further the plot.
Well, from a historical point of view among the most original decks known by man is the Tarot of Marseilles. There is some evidence to suggest that Tarot itself originated in France, though the truth will remain unknown. Regardless, French society itself has a tendency numbers in terms of degrees, particularly the number ten. The major arcana runs in two groupings of ten, excluding the beginnings and endings of the cycles, E.G. arcana zero and arcana twenty one. The number ten is viewed as a number of totality, divided into into ten separate degrees that evolve from one to the next. This creates the basis for relationships that otherwise, the tarot doesn’t have.
So hang on to your hats ladies, gentlemen and non-binary individuals. Now it’s time to pull out a piece of paper.
We’re going to break this down with a diagram. You’ll want the orientation of the paper to be in portrait rather than landscape. Now fold it in half, so that it is split vertically, not horizontally.
You’ve got two halves right? The left side is going to be our receptive side and the right side, our active side. You can label that if you wish, but you don’t have to.
Now fold it again along the horizontal axis. That way it is split into a cross, with four boxes. The top represents heaven (spiritual) and the bottom, earth (material).
Bam. Easy, right?
So we’re about to fold this sucker again. Configure it back into the long rectangle, where it is both horizontally and vertically folded. Now, fold it again, horizontally.
Tadah! If you have four equivalent rectangles on either side of the paper, congratulations. You are an origami champion.
Anyway, now imagine that numbers one and ten are below and above the paper respectively, but not necessarily present. After all, we only have eight squares right? These eight squares are going to represent the eight degrees on our journey through life. All ten degrees will be applicable to the reading of both the major and minor arcana as well as the significance of the hidden degrees, E.G. the energies of the Fool and the World (0 and 21.)
If you have something to write with, go ahead and label the boxes in ascending order from top to bottom, starting on the left side. So it’d be bottom left 2, bottom right 3, then just above 2 goes 4 and ect. You’ll note that all even numbers are on the left and all odd numbers are on the right. Coincidence? I think not!
This represents the organic growth as we grow upwards in the vertical dimension. Humans and plants grow up toward the sky, much in the same way.
The Degrees and their Meaning
If you’re still with me, then good. The mind control ought to be working by now.
Now let’s break down the different degrees and their meaning.
Degree one is represented in the first decimal series by the Magician. A beginner, full of potential. Between choices. Uncertainty. Needing to take the first step into reality. Move to square 2! A newborn child, brought into the world.
The High Priestess. Receptive energy, childhood development. Accumulating knowledge & experience. Gestation. Matter is inert, still growing and changing. Moving toward the realization of identity.
The Empress. Explosive adolescent action. First love, first fight, first real passion. Action with little purpose or direction. Adolescent rebellion. A need to move toward the four, toward adulthood and stability.
The establishment of real material stability. The Emperor. Mastering the material plane. Buying the house, getting the car, establishing a career, a family, a home or the achievement of a material goal. Motionless and capable of great stagnation unless progress is made to the five.
The Pope or the Hierophant. Moving toward the threshold of the heaven square. A passage or a transition into the spiritual or transcendent plane through the temptation of an ideal. A new point of view is achieved. Concern for the Other starts to manifest.
Pleasure, beauty, receptive but transcendent of material considerations. The ultimate artistic positioning in life. Receptive with the danger of becoming narcissistic and self indulgent. In order to continue on, one must move to the action of the seven, rather than hoard the delights of the six. The Lovers.
All forms of global action are engendered here by the Chariot. Humanitarian, artistic or imperial. It can lead to mindless violence, corruption by a static value system and have disastrous consequences. In order for the hero to avoid living long enough to become the villain, they must move to the eight.
Total spiritual and material perfection. Judgement. Perfection in the heaven square. The eighth month of gestation. The judge who is both exacting and wise. There is nothing to be taken away, nothing to be added. But still, the individual must move to the nine in order to complete the cycle, into crisis.
The step off the in this case, literal page. There are no more squares to be had. This is the position of the Hermit. The blind leap of faith. Like a mandala drawn in the sand, the individual must move beyond the perfect balance achieved by the eight into the nine, leaving the sum of all their achievements behind them and prepare for transcendence. To fall back to the eight in this position signifies a fear of death, which has the power to consume them.
The Wheel of Fortune. It is the liminal space between cycles. It is renewal, eternal change, as the wheel continues to turn. The literal card of rebirth. Beginning and end. It is pure karmic energy, the womb from whence we came and where we all inevitably will return. Well…. Figuratively speaking, anyway.
Where do the court cards fit? A question for another day perhaps, but briefly, they are the literal decimals or half steps between the ten degrees. The Page is between two and three, the Queen between four and five, the King between six and seven and the Knight between nine and ten.
These values apply across the board, not just dogmatically to the major arcana. If the six found in the Lovers dictates beauty than this also applies to the six of pentacles, of wands, of swords and of cups. It also applies to the cards in the second decimal series, which carries on into another cycle, the cycle of the old soul, culminating in the card which embodies each phase of evolution; the World.
It begins to give the reader a basis with which to think of the cards beyond arbitrary memorization. For example if in a reading I have a card whose challenged by another card of a lower numeric value, I can safely assume their being held back by energies which are at a lower state of development. However those energies manifest depend on the individual and the context of the reading. As you can see, it begins to build upon relationships within the cards themselves. How would a pentacle feel to be held back the energy of an undeveloped wand? What could it mean to have two cards of different suits of the name numerology at odds with one another? These are the sort of considerations to make during each reading.
In summation to this introduction, which has been a lot of theory I know, one can have a basis from which to start truly deciphering their relationship to the major and minor arcana. Next lesson we’ll be going in depth with the first and second series of the major arcana. I hope to see you all there!
And now, the show you’ve all been waiting for... Kaz Brekker (Alexander Hamilton)
Rollins: How does a penniless, orphan, son of the harbor dropped in the middle of a Forgotten spot in Ketterdam’s alleyways off East Stave Impoverished, and alone Grow up to be a legend well-known? Matthias: Dirtyhands, the man who would do anything Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter By fourteen, he had been arrested four times (What!) Inej: And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up Inside, he had one mission to accomplish The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter Wylan: And when he found out who Jakob Hertzoon really was Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain He knew he needed a plan needed more than one man Vowed to take Rollins down brick by brick Jesper: Well, the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man” The Dregs needed a man to get them outta the wasteland “Don’t need an education to play this game, and The world is gonna know your name What’s your name, man?” Kaz: Kaz Brekker My name is Kaz Brekker And there’s four million kruge I haven’t earned But just you wait, just you wait… Kuwei: When he was nine his father died, crushed by a plow, on the farm they’d sell Few months later, see Kaz and his brother bed-ridden Half-dead, hopin’ death would come quick not brick by brick Company: And Kaz got better but his brother went quick Nina: Took a boy’s pants, an’ took a boy’s job Left him with nothin’ but ruined pride, something new inside A voice saying Nina & Company: “Kaz you gotta fend for yourself” Nina: He started learnin’ an’ takin’ every job that he could find Rollins: There would have been nothin’ left to do For someone less astute He woulda been dead or destitute Without a cent of restitution Started workin’; searchin’ for his late brother’s deceiver Findin’ that he’s dealin’ with the most merciless creature Rollins & Company: Scrammin’ Rollins: for every deck o’ cards he gets his hands on Rollins & Company: Plannin’ Rollins: for the future see him now as he stands on (Oooh…) The doorstep of the Slat callin’ on their old man In Ketterdam you can be a new man Company: In Ketterdam you can Be a new man (Just you wait…) In Ketterdam you can Be a new man (Just you wait…) In Ketterdam you can be a new man- Women: In Ketterdam- Men: Ketterdam- Kaz: Just you wait! Company: Oh, Kaz Brekker (Kaz Brekker) We are waiting in the wings for you (Waiting in the wings for you) You could never back down And always took your sweet time! Oh, Kaz Brekker (Kaz Brekker) When the Dregs sing of you Will they know what you overcame? Will they know you rewrote the game? The world will never be the same, oh Rollins: They’re comin’ outta the Barrel now See if you can spot him Men: Just you wait Rollins: Another street rat Comin’ up from the bottom Company: Just you wait Rollins: His enemy destroyed his life An’ almost forgot him Wylan, Nina, Jesper: We fought with him Matthias: Me? I died for him Kuwei: Me? I trusted him Inej: Me? I loved him Rollins: And me? I’m the damn fool that crossed him Company: There’s four million kruge I haven’t earned But just you wait! Rollins: What’s your name man? All: Kaz Brekker!