judgement of the light

A Six Word Story Inspired by The Tarot.

This challenge is to collectively create a six word story for each card within the tarot deck.

The Major Arcana.

The Fool - Chasing butterflies named Cause and Effect. @xdreadkittenx

The Magician - His eyes revealed a forgotten truth. @tarot-dreams

The High Priestess - The veil that hides spirit murmurs. @leelahel

The Empress - Within her womb life’s beauty resides. @intuitive-rose

The Emperor - Security and structure requires strong leadership. @agents-of-fortune

The Hierophant - Alone in silence, growth in spirit. @callmenull

The Lovers - An embrace heals wounds, for awhile. @alethiomancer

The Chariot - Hands on the reins of destiny. @witchketa

Strength - The grace of mind shall persevere. @crescentdiviner

The Hermit - Wisdom will always come from within. @odettestarotbliss

Wheel of Fortune - Every pattern holds a delicious treasure. @witchmoonwings

Justice - Honesty opens and closes many doors. @torque-witch

The Hanged Man - Open mindedness means having different perspectives. @afrocentric-divination

Death - Mystery of life carved from eternity. @haitred

Temperance - Flourish with patience and emotional balance. @luzklarita

The Devil - Terrible magnetic power enthralls us all. @damekitty

The Tower - Chaos and destruction allows for rebirth. @theearthisawitch

The Star - Even in the darkest nights, hope shines. @tarot-cards-and-tea

The Moon - The darkest mysteries have come alive. @allthequeenstarot

The Sun - Beautiful joy within the bright rays. @waywardzephyr

Judgement - All will be brought to light. @inaybele

The World - Somehow, everything fell cleanly into place. @will-o-the-witch

Reblog this post and add your story, then tag someone who you’d like to see create a six word story for the next card. Or message me your story for a card within the Minor Arcana and I will add them to the list.


They paint the world full of shadows and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgements. Because in the darkness, there’d be dragons. But it isn’t true. We can prove that it isn’t true. In the dark there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom in the dark, once someone has illuminated it.

Happy birthday @jamesvflint

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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Crossing the River

A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together when they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful woman also attempting to cross it unsuccessfully. The young woman asked if they could help her cross to the other side.

The two monks glanced at one another because they had taken vows never to touch a woman. Then, without a word, the older monk picked up the woman, carried her across the river, placed her gently on the other side, and continued on his journey.

The younger monk couldn’t believe what had just happened. He was speechless and after rejoining his companion, an hour passed without a word between them, then two, then three.

Finally, the younger monk could contain himself no longer and blurted out, “As monks, we are not permitted to touch a woman. How could you carry that woman on your shoulders?”

The older monk looked at him and replied, “Brother, I set her down on the other side of the river. Why are you still carrying her?”

When we allow ourselves to stop judging others, then we also allow ourselves to stop judging ourselves. The freedom from this lack of judgment allows us to see things simply and as they really are.

We can compare it to letting go of baggage that we have been carrying around with us. Dropping this extra baggage – especially the baggage of others that we have picked up without being asked – offers us the possibility to move much more freely, much more quickly. When our goal is the Light – when that movement is toward the Light – then our progress is not only beneficial to ourselves but more importantly to the growing soul within. When the ego is willing to let go, then the soul-being can move freely.

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. —Lao Tzu


If you’ve never read my initial theory post, please do yourself a favor and check that shit out. It is a foundation for the theory that, regrettably, was missing a lot of information that I wasn’t able to get to until I was able to do a reread of the series, plus I wanted to wait for the series to develop a little further. The original post was made right after “Deku vs Kacchan 2” was released, so we’ve had about 30 chapters of development. You might be wondering how on earth 3k words isn’t enough to make my point the first time, but here I am yet again! 

I might sound crazy, but believe me when I say… I am the MOST serious. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your blog! And I request if that's okay! Can you write the reactions that the RFA would have when they see that MC doesn't have a limbs. And mc never told them because "you guys never asked". Thank you!!

I’m not too sure what you mean by “doesn’t have a limbs” (any limbs? a limb?) so I’m just going to go with amputee MC who’s missing an arm ^^; Note: MC’s prosthetic is smth like Kaitlyn Dobrow’s if you’re wondering. Her channel is rad as heck so check iT OUT


The moment he set eyes on you, he tears up and you’re like “??!!??”

“I didn’t know… But it’s okay!!! I think you’re still really pretty. And your arm looks cool…” A sniffle, then: “Did you not tell us because… you felt self-conscious…?” 

In truth, he usually feels pretty damn insecure about himself after hanging around wealthy, talented and attractive people all day. His insecurities suddenly looks super small compared to what you must have to deal with, though. So he prepares this entire speech inside his head and you’re like:

“Oh it just didn’t occur to me to tell you guys. You never asked haha.” And goes on smiling, radiating confidence and beauty and grace and boi he’s smi t t en. He goes on crying, the speech turning into some babble about his fears and how he admires your ability to go through life being chill af. You hug him lots tbh pls hug him lots he trie s  hi s  b est


She doesn’t comment on it at first, trying to Play It Cool. But you can tell she has questions and often acts awkwardly because she isn’t sure how to approach it. So you casually bring it up in a joking manner.

“Can you open the jam jar for me? Metal hands sucks at lids.” 

She rushes over immediately and the moment the jar lid pops open, the questions comes flowing. “Does it hurt? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking!! You don’t have to reply, of course… Is it alright if I hug you like this? How about like this? Does it get in the way when I do this?” Jaehee pls how are you gonna reply if she doesn’t stop talki n g

She listens to your answers with no judgement, only curiosity. Her eyes lights up with love and adoration with every passing moment as she grows to understand you more. There’s still some sadness in her though, wishing that she could do more for you even after you reassures her that you are mostly content with how things are. 


He smiles naturally when he greets you and treats you like a princess. Sweet words and pet names flow like honey from his lips and you soak it all up. For the first time, you feel truly precious, though you do wonder if he’s only so calm because he’s an actor.

The first comment he makes on your arm is: “Can I sign my name on it?”

It’s followed by a bit of flustered rambling. “Y’know, like, with a sharpie? When I had a cast on my leg a lot of people wanted to sign it— of course, I’m not saying that it’s the same thing I just… Is this a dumb question?” You manage to assure him that he’s fine, and laughed. A lot. Poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. You ask him why he doesn’t seem surprised with your arm even though you forgot to tell everyone and he blushed.

“It’s not that… I am surprised. And I want to ask you a lot of questions but I don’t want it to get in the way of our first meeting, you know? I wanted this to be perfect.” 


He does know quite a lot about disabilities, given that his best friend is currently blind and he has had experience with customers/clients/employees who are disabled before. So there isn’t any awkwardness when you two meet, and you soon realise that his protectiveness has nothing to do with your missing arm.

“Jumin, It’s fine. I’m safe. I’ll call you as soon as I get home, alright?” It’s only then that he glances at your prosthetic.

“Alright. However, I do wish you’d wear the dress for the party. You’d look stunning in it. And…” He pulls out a box, opens it and presents it to you. In it is an arm that ooks like it has been meticulously designed by a team of artists, not a hospital. A piece of royalty— emerald green highlighted by gold, carved into the shape of a shoulder guard that looks like it should belong to a medieval armour. And, you’d later find, it fits you perfectly.

“I contacted your doctor for guidance.” He says with a light shrug, cheeks dusted a light pink. He luvs u lots


O boi he does n o t get a nice reveal.

You have been using one of your more realistic prosthetics so he never noticed from the cameras. And he mostly stays out of your medical documents out of respect for your privacy, only paying attention to your criminal records and schooling when doing your background check. His reveal comes midway through your scuffle with Unknown— a sharp yank and a faulty clasp results in your arm literally ripping off your body.

You’ve never seen someone so shocked and genuinely horrified before.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He jumps straight to the point after the danger has passed and you could see leftover panic shaking his entire frame. Your reason dies in your throat— you’ve honestly just forgotten and scared him half to death because of it. Tears started to fall from under his glasses, thoughts racing faster than his heartbeat of what he could’ve and should’ve done, but never did to ensure your safety. “Do you know how much danger you were in? If he had known before I did, he could have taken advantage of that. He c-could have taken you.

“I—… I’m so sorry.” o no ur crying too :c

He halts in his pacing, stuttering breaths calming down as he looks at you. No, the only one to blame is him and his incompetence. “I’m sorry I—” He wilts. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

professional-dragonsandmemes  asked:

Hi, I feel like this is a dumb question, but is it bad to make one of my characters of color albino, even if I specify that they are Native American and connect them to the culture? The reason I wanna make them albino, btw, is cuz I think being that pale makes him seem more frail, I guess, which I think goes well with his... defensive(?) personality. Also, in this universe, being extra pale is considered suspicious, so pale skin is something that this character and the MC bond over

oh, I also just wanna add: I DO have actual dark skinned poc in the story, one of them is in fact the 1st person narrator for abt ¼ of the book, and the albino char’s family is still brown. I guess the actual advice I’m looking for is, without changing anything else, would it be best to keep the character as is, actually give him dark skin, or just make him white to begin with? (again, I feel like this is a dumb question, but I just wanna be sure I’m not missing anything >-<)

Albinism, Natives, and Paleness as Othered

Your association of paleness with frailness is one you’re going to have to explore deeply. Albino characters are often fetishized, and we have a tag on albinism for what to be aware of. 

You also have an assumption that Native= dark, when that very much is not the case. Native Americans range in shades from white passing (hi) to black, even without mixing with outsiders (depending on your world’s environment, this mixing might’ve happened regardless). It depends on their environment, genetics, and a whole host of other factors. Yes, most of us are various shades of “dark”, but assuming all of us have the same skin colour is a serious problem (this is the same for all ethnicities, fyi).

It takes much, much more to create a Light is Not Good environment than simply switching around what culture associates with it. Just the fact you’ve said “pale is suspicious” doesn’t actually mean that you’re subverting anything. If the narrative still associates whiteness with positive qualities, or treats what qualities whiteness is with as positive, then you’re still reinforcing Light is Good.

What I mean by this is: if your white/pale characters are shunned by society but they’re shown to be shunned unfairly because they’re really wonderful people and the dark skinned people are overly judgemental, then that’s Light is Good and Dark is Evil. If the light skinned people have pretty names and the dark skinned people have ugly names, that’s still reinforcing Light is Good and Dark is Evil (yes, I am thinking of calling white people Pearls and black people Coals from Save the Pearls: Revealing Eden).

It also applies to things like pale=frail, because frailness is often associated with preciousness and that the frail thing needs to be protected… by less frail PoC. This narrative has been done often, and is a major stumbling block when people first start trying to include representation. It basically reinforces that white people are delicate and PoC are tougher, which has been used to perpetuate a lot of harm.

You need to deeply address your beliefs about paleness, darkness, and seriously evaluate what you’re reinforcing at a narrative level. Creating a genuinely different world where colourism isn’t at play in the way it is in the real world requires much more work than deciding “white is now [negative thing].“ 

You have to look deeper than that and genuinely build condemnation of whiteness into every aspect of society, resisting the temptation to go “white people are bad except for these particular people who the narrative loves and treats well.”

Creating a Light is Not Good situation is complicated even more by including albinism, because the concept of an Evil Albino is a pervasive trope that is harmful for people with albinism, because extreme paleness in the West is already considered creepy. So you’re not subverting anything— if anything, you’re reinforcing “PoC are judgemental to outsiders.”

I recognize this is trying to be different, but there’s still a lot of logic here that needs examining. 

~ Mod Lesya

jesparfaheys  asked:

light + nico di angelo

send me a word + a ship/character!

light was something nico has associated with despair, judgement, and the happiness of other people. a flash of light had taken his mother away when he was young, the light in bianca’s eyes had disappeared when she’d stolen the hades figurine for him, and light had seemed to float around percy and his radiant smile everywhere he went. nico had grown to resent the light and fled to the land of the dead to escape it. 

it wasn’t until will solace smart-mouthed his way into nico’s life that light started to take on more positive connotations. light didn’t stop reminding him of what he’d lost, it simply reminded him of all of the good things in his life, too. light bounced off of will’s hair as he walked in his father’s sunlight. will’s smile brought a new, warmer light into rooms. will dragged nico out during the day to fix his, quite literal, vitamin d deficiency and they fell asleep together, in apollo’s warm light. 

nico laced his fingers through will’s sun darkened skin and watched the way that light played over his blue eyes with an absent smile on his lips. it was an amazing thing to think about, how one person could completely and utterly change his understanding of the world. 

“what are you thinking about?” will’s voice filtered over nico’s sun-warm haze and he turned his head to smile over at his boyfriend.

“you. and how you’re my personal ray of really annoying sunshine.” 

will laughed and closed the space between them with a kiss and a whispered, “that’s gay.” 

I would bet that if Luke or even Han said “there’s still light in him” in reference to Kylo the audience would believe it with little doubt compared to the hellish debate it is now. but for some reason half this fandom is determined to erase Leia’s importance from story and the fact that she is a Skywalker by blood just as much as Luke is. Leia, being another force sensitive Skywalker I would defend to the death, is a women who hardly lets her emotions cloud her judgement and yet she is saying there is still light in her son. somehow there are still people trying to erase, cover it up, or just outright tell the narrative that it’s wrong despite it continuing to push that point home.

I mean, we have a whole sect of the fandom that is convinced Kylo is not the Skywalker of the series because he’s problematic and are willing to preform Olympic-winning acrobatics in order to find a way around him being that. But honestly when has a Skywalker ever been perfect? Luke is a pretty good boy but Anakin? no I think not. some of y'all act like this is a tradition spanning so many different characters and movies when in reality you only have anakin and Luke to look back on because everyone forgets about leia anyway. Kylo is so often written off as not a real skywalker because he’s taken the name Solo or Organa when the fact is he couldn’t be more of a real skywalker unless Luke and leia did get together like some weird George Lucas dream.


Sanvers Week

Day 4: hogwarts au

she swallowed the last few drops of her butterbeer before slamming the empty glass mug down on the table, revelling in the sickly aftertaste and leaving herself a moment to gather her drink-infused-and-very-confused thoughts. sat opposite her was maggie sawyer– the maggie sawyer, star of hufflepuff’s quidditch team and all-round know-it-all. not to mention, a voice in alex’s head– sounding vaguely of her younger sister– taunted, keeper of slytherin alex danver’s heart
maggie was the epitome of perfection, in alex’s mind. she was intelligent– annoyingly so– funny, brave, and so, so beautiful. but she was also in the rival house, and was stubborn and competitive to a fault, much like alex, making their long-term feud both frustrating for them, and entertaining for everyone else. it wasn’t that they didn’t ‘get along’, as such– well, that was what alex thought, anyway (not least of all because of her gigantic nerdy crush on the girl; nor was it to do with maggie’s not-so subtle teasing and flirting within the three years they’d known each other, making her an easy person for alex to confide in and– quite inevitably– fall for, oddly enough)– it was just that they were perhaps a little too similar. 

“… so what you’re saying, danvers, is that– and forgive me for being so forward, but– you’re into girls? that– that’s what you’re telling me, right?” 

alex nodded dumbly, her fingers tapping absentmindedly on the tabletop as her gaze fixated on the tilt of maggie’s head, on the warmth of her features, and flickered across to settle on her brown eyes, crinkled at the corners and sparkling under the dim lighting of the pub. she was expecting judgement there, pity even; not the traces of understanding and… hope? alex watched as maggie’s smile grew, her dimple deepening on her cheek as she raised her eyebrows in silent question, as if daring alex to do or say… something. it gave alex the courage she was looking for and she squinted, taking a shaky deep breath. 

“one girl in particular, actually.”

maggie pursed her lips to hide a grin, cheeks reddening, and alex knew she was a goner. 

maybe being too similar wouldn’t be such a bad thing, after all.