fire & fortune

Tarot “Significators”

In physics, we have “sig. figs.”; In tarot, we have “significators”. Just like how sig-figs contribute to making physic’s homework easier to present, significators make it less of a hassle to focus on certain subjects in question. It eliminates the excess thoughts that come into play when shuffling the cards. In this case, it’s a good idea to know your ‘significator’ when approaching representing cards: 


The Horoscopes & Their Major Arcana

Aries ……… The Emperor

Taurus ……… The Hierophant

Gemini ……… The Lovers

Cancer ……… The Chariot

Leo ……… Strength

Virgo ……… The Hermit

Libra ……… Justice

Scorpio ……… Death

Sagittarius ……… Temperance

Capricorn ……… The Devil

Aquarius ……… The Star

Pisces ……… The Moon


The Four Suites 

Pentacles/Coins ……… Money & Possession

Wands ……… Work & Business

Cups ……… Love & Relationships

Swords ……… Conflict & Sorrows


Gender Roles (Eastern Cross spread)

Man ……… The Emperor

Woman ……… The Empress


Astrology (Celtic Cross spread)

Fire Signs ……… Aries, Leo, Sagittarius: Wands

Earth Signs ……… Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn: Swords

Air Signs ……… Gemini, Libra, Aquarius: Coins

Water Signs ………  Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces: Cups

Ex.) Reading for an Aries woman in her twenties, her significator would be the Queen of Wands. 


Overall, there’s an abundance of information that revolves around the significator variable. Below you’ll find my references as I encourage anyone to look into these spreads and concepts. My favorite suggestion is “Around the Tarot in 78 Days” as you’ll get your personal introduction into bonding with each of your tarot cards. Thank you for taking time into reading into this topic of the week as I’m still an urchin in this cosmic body of the unknown.

- “Delphi”

Reference: “Around the Tarot in 78 Days”, Marcus Katz & Tali Goodwin, pg 292; “Classic Tarot Spreads”, Sandor Konraad, pgs. 79, 82, & 93

Why do you do what you do?
  • Beth: [age 9] "Give me your hand. I'm going to tell your fortune."
  • Me: [gives her my hand] "OK. What's going to happen?"
  • Beth: [closes eyes, feels my palm] "In the next week..."
  • Me: "Yes?"
  • Beth: [slowly] "...you are..."
  • Me: "Yes?"
  • Beth: "...going to turn into a llama."
  • Me: "What?"
  • Beth: "A llama. A fire-breathing llama."
  • Me: "I'm going to turn into a dragon llama?"
  • Beth: "No, it's a dragollama."
  • Me: "You sure it's not a llamagon?"
  • Beth: "With two humps to store water. And wings."
  • Me: "Llamas don't have humps. You're thinking of camels."
  • Beth: [shrugging] "No, you're going to be a llama with humps."
  • Me: "So I'm going to turn into a flying fire-breathing llama-camel hybrid? I don't want to turn into a llamagon."
  • Beth: "It's not a llamagon. It's a dragollama."
  • Me: "Maybe it's a dragollamagon?"
  • Beth: "And you will have turtle shells on each hump, up above your wings."
  • Me: "So it's a turtellamagon?"
  • Beth: "No, it's still just a dragollama."
  • Me: "OK, look, this isn't really telling my fortune. You're supposed to tell me events that are going to happen, or people I'm going to meet. So, besides turning into a fire-breathing winged llama-camel-turtle with a crippling sense that I have no idea what I am or why I exist, what else can you tell me about the future?"
  • Beth: "You're going to help people."
  • Me: "Oh, good, that's better."
  • Beth: "You're going to set things on fire because you're a fire-breathing llama, but it will be an accident, and because you have water in your humps, you will be able to put out the fire too."
  • Me: "So I will help people by putting out the fires that I started by accident???"
  • Beth: "Yes."
  • Me: "Why don't I just NOT START THE FIRES to begin with?!?"
  • Beth: [shrugging] "Hey, you're the dragollama. Why do you do what you do?"

“A couple weeks, maybe.”

At my going away happy hour thing someone asked how long I was planning to take off before looking for a new job. “That’s it? Take a month, at least.”

Today marks 3 months.

My former manager offered to review my resume when I finally got tired of hiatus-ing. I sent it to them last week.

So now I’ve got a resume I can send out or whatever one does with those things these days. Put it on LinkedIn, I guess. I’ll worry about that when I get back from Sweden.

Every YouTube video I’ve watched on ‘traveling to Sweden’ or ‘how to speak Swedish’ or 'what have I gotten myself into with this whole Sweden thing’ has included a line about how almost everyone in Sweden speaks English so just go with that, no really, it’s fine. So there’s that.

Extended versions of the above have been on my mind a lot lately. I thought I’d worked through it all and settled on a plan, but apparently there’s something I’m missing.

I was hoping this concert would distract me for a while, but since I wrote most of this out between the penultimate and ultimate bands, I guess that didn’t work out.

The talking smoke detector with an overactive imagination also didn’t work out. It may have been murderized after thinking there was a fire between 2 and 5 am for the fourth time in a month.

Chat Noir Finds Out

Summary: This is the simple, straight-forward tale of how Chat Noir found out Ladybug’s true identity and how he dealt with it.

He dealt with it expertly like the heroic cat he was and definitely didn’t mess anything up.

Nope, he didn’t mess anything up at all.

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This was the fic that was supposed to be angst but turned into fluff and attempt at humor. Writing dork Adrien is just too much fun. im sorry angst week ive betrayed you


Chapter 1: The Day Chat Noir Found Out

Chat Noir found out Ladybug’s identity.

He didn’t mean to! He just slipped!

Literally, he just slipped. He’d been hurriedly jumping across Paris’ rooftops trying to get back to the photo-shoot he’d abandoned because of an akuma attack when he slipped on a loose roof tile. Fortunately, the fire escape along the side of the building had stopped his fall. But he fell stomach first onto the railing and had his breath knocked from him.

He’d been so busy groaning in pain, draped across the bars like a used washcloth, that he didn’t notice Ladybug dropping into the alley below and de-transforming.

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Burden of Knowing (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite


Tom Riddle x Seer! Slytherin!Reader


Expectations of the grand future to be revealed in mystical words was the norm for seers. Most people didn’t know that the realty was the future was unclear. Prophecies would have vague meanings, predictions could go wrong, and visions were often blurry.

Having seer abilities mixed in with your magical bloodline, you had no idea you had inherited the power until you had accidentally bumped into a boy during your first year.

The entire process happened so quickly.

Trying to keep up with everyone after leaving the Hogwarts Express, you had been in awe of the castle, much like the boy, and collided into him. Just after you breathed out an apology, your first vision happened.

Flashes of death, darkness and terrified screams echoed before you.

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