#closed-ended questions

[tarotaloud]

В практике таро наиболее часто вопросы кверентов поступают именно в закрытой форме. Например:

получится ли снять подходящую квартиру до конца месяца

выздоровеет ли домашний любимец

понравится ли парень родителям

действительно ли сын буллит одноклассника

признается ли партнёр в любви в течение недели

имеет ли смысл переплачивать за сервис

задержат ли предстоящий рейс

жив ли человек

...и множество других. Не все тарологи захотят рассмотреть подобные вопросы в исходной формулировке. Часть практиков либо не берёт в работу вопросы закрытого типа, либо старается переформулировать их открытым образом, например:

какой шанс, что событие наступит? (сравниваются номиналы «за» и «против»)

какие мне нужно приложить усилия, чтобы….

возможные последствия, если я выберу вариант 1 vs. вариант 2

Но не каждый такой вопрос можно переформулировать без потери смысла, сам процесс реструктуризации занимает время, а кверент от этого меньше получить конкретный ответ не захочет.

В стремлении избежать неудобных вопросов мантики иногда превращают тарологическую консультацию в психологическую, выясняя, какие мотивы стоят за желанием кверента узнать ответ и действительно ли тот хочет заявленное.

Даже существует мнение, что на таро невозможно получить достоверный и однозначный ответ на закрытый вопрос в виду ограничения инструмента - его символьной природы.

Я считаю, что причина такого отношения - в страхе самого таролога:

разочаровать кверента, дав ложный ответ, и себя, неверно истолковав карты

сообщить неприятную информацию и получить встречный негатив

разочароваться в инструменте (таро) или в преподавателе, первоисточнике, которому доверял

точности верного ответа, если он подтвердится, и ответственности интерпретатора («это слишком ошеломляющая информация, чтобы я ей владел»)

потерять контроль («я не могу изменить прогноз» = «я не управляю своим будущим»)

и непонимании, как задать такой вопрос, чтобы получить понятный хотя бы для себя вывод.

Каждый сам выбирает свои табу и red flags 🚩 Я попробую ответить, что можно противопоставить этому страху:

✨ просмотр закрытых вопросов в рядовых, бытовых ситуациях на себе, до того как смотреть кверенту. ➟ желательно брать случаи, максимально проверяемые в краткосрочной перспективе: задержится ли доставка, выйдет ли коллега на работу сегодня, смогу ли выспаться этой ночью, доеду ли до подруги, не попав под дождь, сегодня после 15:00. ➟ не пытаться перегадывать их, если сразу не понятен ответ. ➟ лучше выбирать вопросы, ответы на которые лично интересуют. ➟ все выпавшие карты записываются в блокнот с указанием формулировки вопроса и даты расклада.

✨ приватный просмотр проверяемых ситуаций, которые не вовлекают лично вас. Этика закрытого просмотра на совести таролога, но я не вижу здесь проблемы, особенно если информация о результате не распространяется никому, кроме вас, и используется для обучения.

✨ записывать случаи, когда трактовка подтвердилась (и степень совпадения). Это позволит понять, какие отдельные карты были поняты неправильно. Так ожидания от себя и от таро не смёрзнутся в один большой пельмень из самообвинения или обесценивания карт как прогностического инструмента.

✨ отказаться от способа просмотра, если он не работает (даже если им смотрит целый мир) и начать поиск своего рабочего (подтверждаемого практически - сбывающегося) метода. Кривой метод ≠ кривая система.

✨ принятие права (своего и чужого) на авторские наработки и трактовки - они появляются у каждого продолжающего специалиста. Если результат повторяется и прослеживается одна и та же логика взамосвязи глифов и символов, это тот самый случай.

✨ принять единый порядок работы, который не меняется ни от кверента к кверенту, ни при просмотре для себя. Для меня это следующий порядок:

👁‍🗨 таролог передаёт информацию, но не является её источником. Он отвечает за точность и адекватность интерпретации, но запрос исходит от кверента. 👁‍🗨 перед тем, как делать расклад, таролог обязан согласовать с кверентом (или с самим собой, если смотрит для себя) вопрос и согласиться, что полученная на выходе информация не будет оспорена. Её можно уточнять дополнительными вопросами, но нельзя сделать вид, что её не существует, даже если она не нравится тарологу. 👁‍🗨 кверент может относиться к результату расклада более взвешенно и стоически, чем таролог. Таролог может обсудить с кверентом варианты действий в ситуации, но не всегда это значит, что кверента нужно оберегать от лишней информации. Что делать с полученной информацией - прерогатива кверента, а не консультанта.

Таро - для того, чтобы выходить за ограничения, а не создавать их.

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[nathanbellamy]

Giffing notable moments from the xmen scripts, pt 3

(*, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11)

[totallynotzzombiecat]

Modern!AU ·· Heinrix van Calox x Elayne von Valancius

when your future spouse suddenly turned out to be a blown-dead illegal arms trade dealer from a reknown crime syndicate that got aquired a huge ass inheritance from literally a nowhere and protection above the law, and then appeared under a new name

OC: Elayne Andar van der Ghiessen von Valancius

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlight!

"You came?" "You called."

Danny in trouble, Duke to the rescue! (Or it can be reversed!) Maybe they've been online friends or met in person once and bonded over both having all these unexpected powers. Slightly angst.

There was never a point when Danny thought he would need the panic button Duke gave him.

It was a sweet gesture, a way for Duke to show that he cared for Danny and wanted him to be safe. Never mind that Danny can take care of himself, heals quickly from most wounds, and has been the protector, not the protected, ever since the Accident. If it makes Duke feel better, than Danny was more than happy to keep it on him as a token of affection.

The cultists, however, caught him off guard. 

Danny would be embarrassed about being nabbed off the streets so easily if the people who took him weren’t cultists lead by the daughter of a GIW agent, one who disapproved of the scientific approach the GIW took towards ectoplasmic entities and had turned to mystic arts as a way to defy her father. Which, usually, Danny would be all for striking out against the strict expectations of parents and their unwillingness to listen to their kids in any serious manner, but not this time. Not when it ends with him slowly waking up after they chloroformed him, curled up in some magic circle, surrounded by black candles and blue flame, and something in the air that smells of blood blossoms.

There are voices speaking, but he can’t make out what they’re saying over the pounding in his head, his heartbeat stuttering in his chest with each gasping breath he takes. 

Whatever they’re doing, whatever’s got him bound in the circle, makes his blood feel like its been lit aflame, agony coursing through his veins. He tries to grit his teeth and bare it, but it doesn’t become any more manageable.

No, it gets worse the longer he’s awake.

Danny tries to move, tries to get to his feet, but all he can do is curl up tighter, a sob forcing its way out of his throat.

“I know you’ve got some connection to Phantom,” he hears someone say, both by his ear and so far away he can barely make out the words. Danny whines, trying to insist that they’re wrong, he’s got nothing to do with phantom, but the voice continues. “Come on, cooperate with us and this will end sooner for you. You can’t lie about this; you wouldn’t be feeling anything if there was no connection.” 

A hand brushes against his forehead, burning hot, and Danny turns his face towards the ground trying to move away from it. 

“I knew ghosts had to have some tie to the living world. And a living anchor would make the ghost stronger… If only dad would listen to me.” The voice sighs, and the words help him put the pieces together and realize this is the daughter of the GIW agent that came closest to finding him when he first ran to Gotham. 

It’s been close to a year since then. He thought they’d stopped looking. 

Really, he should have known better.

The hand leaves his forehead and he hears the leader bark out an order. Voices surround him, chanting, as they rise out of the dark. 

A red glow begins to fall on everything, enough that Danny can see it through his barely open eyes. A shudder runs through him, and he feels his transformation try to begin.

NO, he thinks desperately. He tries to force it down but it fights against him. It’s agony, pain on a molecular level, the feeling of dying over and over and over again.

NO, he thinks, STOP I DON’T WANT TO DIE SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME.

And then, unbidden, a single word rising in his mind. Duke.

Duke will help him if he knows Danny needs help. Duke has been kind and welcoming and helped Danny find his footing in Gotham, never judging and always quietly offering a hand in support. He’s the person Danny’s closest to in Gotham, someone dear to him, a light in the dark. 

He gave Danny a panic button.

Contrary to popular thought, Danny isn’t an idiot. He knows Duke is the Signal. A few too many incidents where Duke had disappeared and the Signal appeared to save him tipped him off. It didn’t help that Duke acted the same in and out of costume, and he always, always grabbed Danny first at the elbow, then slid his hand down to his wrist. 

Besides, who else gives panic buttons to their friends? Danny would have done the same to Sam and Tucker if they weren’t always attached at the hip. He’s a (former) teenage vigilante too, he knows how being involved in this kind of thing invites trouble into the rest of his life.

Duke can help him. He’s a hero. He’s saved Danny before.

He’s his friend. Danny trusts (wants to trust, so badly) that Duke will help him even when he’s not fully human, fully alive.

With trembling hands, he reaches into his jacket, to the panic button. It’s a simple necklace with an unassuming metal rectangle dangling off of it. It’s flat and thin, but the top gives way to a button that Danny clicks three times in quick succession. 

He waits a moment, trying to breathe through the pain, and clicks it three times again.

Please hurry, Duke, he thinks, hand falling limply to the ground. 

“Let’s try this, instead,” the leader says, and the chanting falls to a quiet murmur to give way to her voice as she begins reciting something.

It starts at his feet. They cramp up suddenly, then pain crackles up his bones like lightning, digging deep into him. It feels as if a thousand knives dig into his abdomen, cutting in deep and twisting.

Danny chokes on his breath, then screams, trying futilely to scramble away. All it does is make him writhe on the ground, back arching enough that he can feel the strain of it on his spine, but it doesn’t matter because he’s forcing down his transformation again, smothering Phantom as much as he can.

His breath mists out before him. His fingers go numb, frost spreading across the floor.

Tears slip down his face as Danny pants for breath.

It hurts. It hurts like nothing has ever hurt before, but he refuses to give in. If they find out he’s Phantom, they’ll only do worse. 

Please, he thinks again, deliriously.

As if hearing him, a window shatters above him and the cultists break off in screams. 

Forcing his eyes open, Danny squints through he tears and watches as the shadows around them rise up, roiling, and crash against the cultists. The force of it knocks them down, leaving them to claw desperately at their faces as the shadows cover their nose and mouths, cutting off their air. The leader is yelling, rage clear in her voice, shooting out magic spells at the Signal.

The Signal is usually a friendly figure. He’s safe, something whose meer presence makes people feel safe. His smile means everything’s alright and when it’s directed to Danny, he feels like nothing bad can ever happen to him again.

The Signal isn’t smiling now. 

He’s furious, expressionless and stone cold, bashing away the spells with shadows or light, advancing on the leader like an avenging angel come to deliver justice. 

He takes her out with hard hits, striking methodically. It’s not quick. She doesn’t get the kindness of being knocked out; no, he snaps a wrist, breaks her nose, slams her down on the ground and cuts off her air with a knee until her struggles die off and she’s left limp on the floor. 

When he rises, surrounded by shadows still moving restlessly, illuminated only by the flicker blue flames of the candles, he should look terrifying. 

All Danny feels is relief so sharp it worries him that his chest was cleaved in half without him noticing until now. He shivers against the floor, too weak to reach out to the Signal.

It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to. 

The Signal picks him up with careful hands, checking him over for injuries.

“Duke,” Danny murmurs, slurring a bit. The torture is definitely at fault for it, but the sudden absence of all that pain doesn’t help him sound any more coherent. “You came.”

“You called,” Duke says, “Of course I came. I’ve been looking for you for hours. You never showed up for our study date and I know you always try to reach out if you can’t make it. I’m just sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

“S’okay, ‘m not mad. Was scared, but you made it better. The panic button…”

“It’s how I found you. I’m so glad you were wearing it today.”

Danny tries to smile, but the most he can manage is a twitch of his lips before his head tips forward to rest against Duke’s armored shoulder. “I always wear it.”

Duke’s grip on him tightens for a moment, then he begins walking, taking Danny away from the magic circles and the prone bodies of the cultists who had watched him be tortured and decided to keep going. Danny shudders again, his entire body aching. His transformation is still fighting to come out, but it’s not as strong anymore. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Duke says into his ear. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No! No hospitals, please. I can’t let them know… they’ll find me…”

Duke shushes him soothingly, tucking him more securely against his chest. “Alright, Danny. No hospitals. But I am going to call Batman for a pick up to get you to one of the people we trust for medical care.”

“But Batman doesn’t work in the day.” Danny’s too exhausted to sound confused, but it must go through anyways. Duke laughs lowly, and the sound helps unwind the last of his nerves coiled up tight in fear. 

“Danny, it’s well into the night. You were gone for hours. Longest hours of my life.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, 

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. Hang on, Batman’s nearly here.”

In any other circumstance, Danny would be excited to meet another hero. Especially Batman, one of the original heroes of the modern age. But all he wants is to go somewhere safe so he can curl up and cry, then sleep for three days before he pretends to be a normal human again. Ideally, he’d stay with Duke until he felt safe again, but he doesn’t want to take Duke away from the city that needs him.

His ears perk up a bit when he hears the smooth rumble of an engine stop in front of them. A door opens with a click without Duke needing to grab the handle, and then Danny is carefully being deposited in the back seat.

“Wait,” he says, trying to grab for Duke’s arm only to have his fingers fumble and grab nothing. Duke doesn’t move away, though, and instead grabs Danny’s seeking hand. “Stay? Please? I just—” his voice shudders, cracks, fractures apart. “I just want to feel safe.”

There’s a pause, a stillness in the air, before Duke says, “Okay. I’ll stay.” And then he’s sliding into the backseat, pulling Danny in to lean against him, curl into his embrace.

“Signal,” Batman’s low, gravelly voice says. There’s something in his tone that makes Danny tense up, prepared to take off, and his transformation pushes at his skin, ready to come out.

“He knows who I am, B,” Duke replies. “He’s trustworthy. Besides, just because he knows me doesn’t mean he knows you.”

“We will be discussing this later,” Batman says, dark promise in his voice. It’s just how he talks, Danny’s sure, too used to years of making himself the scariest thing in the dark. That doesn’t change the fact that Batman can be terrifying, and Danny can’t imagine he’ll take kindly to the fact that Danny knows Duke’s identity.

Fear slithers up his spine, and he can’t stop the transformation this time. The rings of white light flash over his body in a second, leaving Phantom in his place. 

Danny lets go of his legs first, glad to be free from their aching weight, and without a body made of flesh and bone, the hurt begins to fade away until it’s just an unpleasant memory. 

“What—” Duke starts to say just as Batman says, “Signal—”

They must have some sort of silent exchange. There’s only a heavy tension in the car and the barely audible rumble of the engine as they drive towards their destination, whatever it may be. Danny sinks into Duke some more, sighing in relief as a hand comes up to card through his wispy white hair. 

“Danny,” Duke says, “What’s this?”

“It’s why they hurt me,” he mumbles against Duke’s chest. “It’s why they keep hunting me down. I want them to leave me alone. I’m tired.”

Embarrassingly, his voice cracks on the last word and more tears fall down his cheeks. He hears Duke move, and then hands, bare and gloveless, wipe his tears away with a gentleness that makes his heart ache.

“They won’t be able to hurt you again. You’ll be safe from now on, Danny, I swear it.”

“S’okay if I get hurt,” he says, “It always happens. Promise to save me if this happens again?”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make sure it doesn’t happen again. But if it does, then I promise to always save you. I gave you that panic button, didn’t I? As long as you keep it, I’ll always find you.”

“You’re a good person, Duke,” Danny says, voice falling quieter as his exhaustion catches up to him. “I’m glad I met you.”

He thinks he feels a soft touch to the top of his head. A kiss, maybe, though it’s not likely. But he wants comfort, and he’s endured a lot a pain so he allows himself to hope and be delusional. With the warm that spreads through him from Duke’s soft kiss to his head, Danny gives in to the siren call of slumber.

“Get some sleep, Danny,” Duke says, voice hushed. “I’ll stay with you as long as you need.”

I know, he doesn’t say, too tired to open his mouth again, You’re always here. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

He falls asleep easily after that. There’s nothing in the world that can hurt him while he’s in Duke’s arms. He’s never been safer.

[myokk]

I filmed a timelapse of my process for this quick one💓

Honestly not really happy with how this turned out & I’ll probably redo it😆 but I always love making process videos!!

I REALLY HAVE TO TRUST MY PROCESS🙏🙏🙏 these paintings always look AWFUL😳 until the very end but luckily I’ve painted enough of them to keep pushing through and not give up in tears bahahahahahah

1) I start out just painting the base colors. I have a dirty paint palette I NEVER clean😤 but tbh I like it bc every color I want is basically already mixed from a previous painting, and I like having all of the colors kind of blend together. If I need a different color though I’ve never had problems mixing to get exactly what I’m looking for💓

2) WAIT FOR IT TO DRY (I didn’t…you can see at one point I check the back of the page to make sure I didn’t destroy it completely). This paint dries SUPER fast…I am just impatient bc the next step is when it all starts to come together🥰:

3) COLORED PENCIL ON TOP!! I always make sure the paint covers almost all of the page except the parts I want to keep really white, because the colored pencil looks awful if it isn’t drawn on top of paint. I just sharpen them and go in with the small details, but I also love going crazy with the colors and using them to shade, add highlights, add extra pops of color etc. For example, on Bea’s shirt I used gold, dark blue, dark brown, normal brown, mauve, tan, olive green…I just like to experiment and have fun choosing the colors (esp ones that I think SHOULDN’T work but they DO🥰)

Sometimes I switch between the paint and the colored pencil bc the paint can be used to kind of “erase” any mistakes, but I can’t go too crazy or add a lot of water to it because I use the cheapest paper known to man and it gets destroyed SO EASILY 😫 all of the fanart I’ve drawn is in €1 notebooks

[solaestial]

I'm glad you're evil too - Pinocchio-P

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday Shana 🧡🧡 draco and george are my absolute favourite, continuation of their story please. Thank you 💗💗

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

They're sitting in silence, researching ways to capture and contain a giant magical snake - the chamber of secrets had been briefly considered before Fred pointed out that it hadn't done a whole lot of containing - when Draco says, "My mother asked me if I'm interested in a political marriage."

"You're sixteen!" George protests, and doesn't say the first thing that comes to mind through sheer force of will.

"That's why she brought it up. I'm the age when to start thinking of these sort of things. I told her that the current political climate made it a disadvantageous time to make new alliances." He pauses. "I don't make decisions lightly. Once I've decided to do something, I do it."

"I'm well aware of that," George says dryly, gesturing around them. They're working to defeat Voldemort - and weirdly getting further than any of the adults seem to - all because Draco made a snap decision one day and stuck to it.

Draco raises an eyebrow.

George softens. "I don't make choices lightly either."

Draco smiles, meeting his gaze as a comfortable tension stretches between them. Then he flattens his lips into a line before saying, "Good," and focusing back on his book.

When this is all over, George looks forward to telling his mother he's marrying a Malfoy. Hopefully that'll distract from the sneaking around to kill Voldemort bit.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

(so many of my favourites actually don't fit in the poll options ffs 😭)

[starflungwaddledee]

I did not mean any offense with my last ask I just wanted to know how good of a friend you are to Starflung Bandana. Is she a Kirby level friend?

hmm, i'll step in. starflung here (not starstruck, who we'll leave outta this one) but bandee can't answer this because he'd never consider categorising his friends this way. his relationships with each of his friends and loved ones are unique and individual and resonate with him in a way that is incomparable to each other; every one is irreplaceable and inimitable!

that said.... absolutely not. kirby is utterly singular to everybody who knows him. nobody is a kirby-level friend; not to bandee, not to anyone.

[digitalcarcrash]

"im normal" girl you're crying over a thomas sanders youtube video be so honest with yourself

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Imagine a being of absolute good just points at you and says, "You're the bad guys"

[willbee-1]

The Fable smp cast talking about how this smp, the smp that they're apart of has changed them just shows how much it really has helped and changed all of us, the cast and the fans along the way and ⟟ think I will always sob over it

Bc this smp has helped all us in ways sometimes we cant even put into words or even begin to put into words and that means something special to all of us in this fanbase

So again, Thank you Fable smp<3

[pinkestlittlebutterfly]

Here’s what I’d do if I made a Servamp hospital AU except that I have no plot, only vibes. 

Mahiru – head nurse in charge of one of the wards, often working the shifts no one else wants. He’s beloved by some patients for being genuine and kind, annoying to others for his no-nonsense-attitude, and adored by young doctors for providing useful advice. In his locker there’s a stash of necessities for patients with no one to bring them – toothbrushes, phone chargers, a small selection of candy…

Kuro – nursing assistant, unwillingly provided with a job by his housemate and head nurse Mahiru. He spends most of his work day either complaining or hiding in the bathrooms, but is kept on the team for the soothing aura he exudes. Sometimes he lets terrified kids borrow his Nintendo Switch. 

Hugh – cardiothoracic surgeon. He is absolutely brilliant at his job, but struggles with the parts of surgery that require a bit of physical strength. Though he cares deeply for his colleagues he’s known for his very specific demands regarding surgery preparation, and occasional bouts of arrogance that are rumoured to be an attempt at compensation. Working with Tetsu has made him mellow out.

Tetsu – surgical nurse, and everyone’s favourite. Among the surgical team he’s deeply appreciated for the help he provides with physically demanding tasks, like positioning patients, and being gentle and careful despite his strength. Hugh insists on having Tetsu assist him whenever a challenging surgery is coming up, even if he has to stand on a step to mitigate their height difference. 

Lily – paediatrician who excels at handling fussy children and difficult family members. Outwardly he appears sweet and saccharine in advocating for those in his care, but he knows his rights well and will happily manipulate, lie or go behind a parent’s back should he find it necessary. He’s often called in for patients with suspicious bruises or injuries, and works closely with Misono from clinical forensics. 

Misono – specialist in clinical forensics. He’s known for his meticulous, court-proof documentation, which not a single lawyer has managed to get dismissed yet. Though he can’t work long shifts and used to be called in for consultations only, he has recently campaigned to establish a small outpatient department he can run some days of the week. He works closely with Lily from paediatrics. 

Mikuni – former member of the security team, now working in administration. Thus, he spends most of his days annoying anyone unlucky enough to catch his attention, preferably Jeje from radiology or Shuuhei from hygiene management, and seems to know everything about everyone. Sometimes Lily or Misono still call him to handle issues they’d rather not involve the actual security team in. 

Jeje – radiologist who has not seen the sun in months. He chose his job specifically to avoid contact with others, but must frequently leave the dark, little room he likes to stay holed up in to help out with punctures and other interventions since no one else has hands as steady as his. He’s often visited by Mikuni from administration or Lily from paediatrics, who bring him vitamin d supplements. 

Tsurugi – leader of the security team, infamous and mysterious to anyone who hasn’t witnessed him in line for lunch at the cafeteria yet. He only answers to one of the higher-ups among the administration team. Whether it’s a problem that security lies entirely in the hands of the administration is an ongoing discussion among the medical staff, but no one knows whether Tsurugi is aware of it. 

Shuuhei – head of hygiene management, living off coffee from spill-proof reusable cups. He’s said to be pedantic, but that’s what makes him good at his job. Though it’s a thankless endeavour, he works tirelessly to make sure everyone knows when to use which disinfectant and how to properly put on rubber gloves. Only the resident microbiologist seems to take him completely seriously. 

[broadway-and-books-love]

The Ballad of Jane Doe but as it relates to Sasha/Not-Sasha/The Stranger. You get me?

[babisawyer]

Jackie realizing she’s gonna have to take care of shauna and jeff’s ghost baby