Tarot tuesday! I forgot to post this yesterday so here it is. Today’s card is the Six of Wands.
This card, somewhat like the four, depicts a moment of triumph or success. Where that card had the mood of quiet contemplation, however, the six represents a full-on splendorous moment of self-love and adulation from others. The querant is up on the pedestal and basking in the praise of their adoring fans, taking a gratuitous (though well-earned) moment of joy in their own achievements.
It’s important to allow ourselves these moments. Self-love feels like a hard thing to master in a way that doesn’t irritate or put off other people, but sometimes ignoring the reactions of others (or acting in spite of them) is important too. This card makes me think of Pride (the LGBTQ movement, not the cardinal sin), and how the derision of straight people (”I’m fine with the gays, but why do they have to be so loud about it??” etc etc) in some ways necessitates it all the more as a celebration. Same often goes for any self-love exhibited by people in marginalised communities - Blackout Days, f’rinstance, or even just “selfie culture” in general.
to contradict the super smutty asks I’ve been getting and answering, it is I here to remind you that I am truly a romantic binch.
Title: Days In The Sun. Pairing: Prince Adam x Female!Reader. Words: 1,273. Rating: K. Summary: i just wanted to write a reprise to ‘Days in the Sun’. (I’ll probably post the lyrics themselves on another post!)
Do you ever feel like you’re living in a dream? That sort of euphoric sensation that wraps itself around you, trying to trick you into a reality that was too good to be true? That’s how Prince Adam felt as he stood out on the balcony, holding his first born child in his arms. They were snug in a blanket made by Mrs. Potts, one of their first gifts actually, to keep them warm. Adam himself was wearing nothing other than a pair of soft blue pants and a silk, handmade robe that covered his torso. His hair was tugged into a rather loose hair tie, some of his light hair spilling and framing his face. From the rolling colors in the sky, Adam figured it was nearly dawn. The purples were turning into pinks, and the pinks into light oranges. He couldn’t tell how long he had been awake, but he did wake up first when the moon and stars were the only light you were able to maneuver around in.
Adam looked down at the baby in his arms. Only three months old, amazingly, and he’s gotten quite used to hold them and has even learned the proper way as well. He hadn’t been around a baby in years, let alone hold one on his own. He thought for a moment. No, he’d never actually held one before. Fortunately, he had you to show him because admittedly he was completely clueless. They looked a lot like him, having a swirl of strawberry blond hair. A few shades darker than his actually, but he figured it may lighten up as they grew up. Their eyes were still a gray color and hadn’t decided what color they were going to be. While you hoped that it’s a beautiful mix between his and yours, he’d argue certainly, saying that they need to be your eyes because they held so much love and adoration.