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Chibi $10 ($1 for every additional character)

Bust $15 ($3 for every additional character)

Waist up $20 ($5 for every additional character)

Full Body $25 ( $5 for every additional character)

note: I am willing to do nsfw as long as it doesn’t involve minors, hardcore gore, or scat. 

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Bitty’s Southern

Bitty is a southern boy and as a southern girl let me tell you there are things he does that make the rest of SMH go “Ummm….what?” 

  • He says stuff that makes literal ZERO sense to the rest of the team. Mostly southern phrases etc. LIKE, “That boy is about of useless as tits on a bull.” or  if it’s raining but the sun is out Bits just says, “Devil must be beatin’ his wife.”  Everyone is confused as shit.
  • “Oh my goodness I want Chick-fil-a. BUT IT’S SUNDAY.”
  • Holster going,” Hey Bits can you hand me a coke?” and Bitty responding with, “Sure, which kind do you want? We’ve got sprite, mtn dew, dr. pepper…” BC in the south every soda is a coke.
  • “Y’all know what I miss the most about Georgia? Cheerwine. And Duke’s Mayo. You northerners keep using that hellman’s stuff or miracle whip and let me tell you. IT. IS .NOT. MAYONNAISE.”
  • “IT’S SO HOT! Summer is the WORST” “Ransom, It’s like, 70 degrees. It gets up to like 115+ in Georgia. And it’s not even humid! You hush your mouth.”
  • The first time Bitty goes to Stop & Shop with one of the guys from SMH he tells them to grab a buggy on their way in and said member stares at him for a second, “What’s a buggy?” “Oh for goodness sake. A shopping cart! We need a shopping cart!”
  • Bitty’s drunk at a kegster when he suddenly shouts, “WHO WANTS TO PLAY CORNHOLE?!” 
  • It’s New Years so of course Bitty’s making black eyed peas, collards, cornbread, ham, and a pineapple upside down cake. “It’s for luck.”
  • Bitty will be checking Facebook and be like, “Oh bless his heart.” Chowder notices him fretting over the phone so he asks what’s up “Oh it’s just one of my friend from high school’s dad.” and Chowder, being the precious person that he is, responds with, “Oh no. What happened? Is he ok?” Bitty just shakes his head, “He’s done went and fell out of the deer stand. Again. Broke his arm and bruised his pride. You think he would’ve learned his lesson after the same thing happened last huntin’ season”
  • Jack’s all dressed up in a suit or something, he has a meeting with the Falcs, “What are you all gussied up for?”
  • “Look at what all I got up at the outlet mall!!”
  • Rans/Holster/Bitty share a bathroom so I reckon this has happened at least once: “Neither of y’all go in the bathroom! I’m fixin’ to shower”  to which Holster responds, “What was that Bits? What are you fixing?” Bitty hollers from his room, arm full of clothes, “I’m fixin’ to shower!” Ransom chimes in, “I didn’t know the shower was broken!” At this point Bitty is getting frustrated,“Oh for the love of Pete! You Yankees.” He speaks slowly and pronounces each word carefully, “I am going to go take a shower so please do not go and hog the bathroom.”
  • “So I was talking to Momma and APPARENTLY Mrs. Jones, the one that lives down the road, was rude as all get out.” “Really? What’d she do?” Bitty just throws his hands up, “Momma and Coach were drivin’ back to the house and Mrs. Jones was driving in the opposite direction so of course Momma waves at her. AND SHE DIDN’T WAVE BACK.”
  • I know for a FACT that at some point Bits makes a pitcher of sweet tea, puts it in the fridge, and the boys/Lardo finds it. “What’s this?” “Oh, it’s just some tea. You want some?” So Bitty pours them a glass and approximately 2 seconds later “WHAT IS THIS? IT’S LIKE SYRUP! Bits this isn’t tea! It’s diabetes in a cup!”
  • “Just rub some bacon grease on it.”
  • “Don’t you dare pour that coffee out! I can use it for gravy!”
  • “You know what food I miss? Fried pickles. No, wait, HUSHPUPPIES. I’d kill for some right now.”
IN CASE YA’LL ARE WONDERING

Episode 10 got me all bent out of shape and dying so I did a little research:

Russian “engagement rings” are the rings that the couple exchanges during the wedding ceremony…[Russian] engagement rings are in reality just plain wedding bands of gold, without diamonds or stones, and they wear them on the RIGHT hand index finger (the finger next to the “pinky” finger.) 

Additional note: An “engagement ring” on the LEFT hand on the same finger will mean for Russians that the person is divorced or widowed, i.e. is not currently married but was married before. 

Disclaimer: I am in no way Russian. Therefore I cannot say with 100% certainty that this is culturally correct. I just found this out after a little research and found multiple credible sources. Nonetheless, I found it really interesting and wanted to share.

A Note From The Mods

Hey guys! We are overwhelmed with the postitive attention this blog has gotten!! You guys are hilarious, thank you all so much! That said, we do have a bit of housekeeping to go over:

Right now we have over 130 posts in the queue, so don’t worry if you don’t see your submission right away! It may just take a few days to get to it.
That said, I would like to lay down some guidelines for submitting complaints. 

Due to the sheer mass of submissions we’ve recieved complaining about Merle flirting with plants, we ask that you refrain from submitting any more of those. The same can be said for Magnus and stealing dog paraphernalia or giving wooden ducks. To avoid this blog becoming the same three posts over and over, we’ve deleted a few that were basically the same thing. We’ve also deleted a few that were either wildly out of character or just didn’t make sense. And remember guys, this blog is supposed to be fun! Try not to bring the mood down with your callouts.

So to recap:

1.) Be patient and keep it in character
2.) Merle is a plantfucker
3.) Magnus give us the dogs back and stop giving us wooden ducks
4.) No bummers

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Casper from Internal Affairs

anonymous asked:

We plant non native flowers in your gardens all the time. Why is it special this time? I'm sure if we put them in a flower bed, and care for them properly they are less likely to spread. Or would you rather the bees died?

Talk about a loaded ass question. ‘Non-native’ does not mean ‘invasive’ (e.g. white people vs refugees). If you just take a peek at the article instead of being willfully ignorant it discusses how some species when planted in certain regions are invasive and pose significant risk and threat to native species.

Bees are being killed by antifugals and neonicotinoids used in agriculture, low levels of which when consumed from nectar result in essentially immunocompromised bees, which later die from other nosocomial and opportunistic disease.

Stop filling our askbox with nonsense to try to start drama when you don’t know what you’re talking about. It wastes our time, energy, and resources which could be better spending curating this blog.

home [bucky barnes]

you missed your bucky.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup

warnings: none!

additional notes: since bucky just had a birthday, i figured i should write a lil something for him! i also couldn’t help but include a trip to cuba in this because i went to cuba in february and had an AMAZING time. it’s a beautiful place and i recommend traveling there if you’re able.

You’d been assigned to solo missions before, but never anything this lengthy. Two months seemed a long time away from home, away from your friends, away from Bucky. He had been even sadder than you, when you told him how long you would be gone. You knew he was happy for you for receiving such an important assignment, but you two had gone on nearly every mission together since he first became part of the team.

Thus the two months had been hard. You’d managed to adjust to the humid Cuban weather, the soft, frictionless Cuban dialect, and the spotty cell service, but what you had never grown accustomed to was the loneliness that came with working alone. You missed working out with Sam, jogging with Steve, sparring with Natasha, exploring the tower with Clint, even testing out new gear with Bruce and Tony. Most of all, you missed waking up next to Bucky every morning, holding on to him as you slept, eating outside with him and admiring the city from the balcony. You missed running your fingers through his hair, cradling his head in your lap while he napped, dressing his wounds after rough recons. Even with the bright-colored buildings, the beautiful inhabitants, and the vibrant culture of Cuba surrounding you, it was so easy to miss him.

Finally, on your last night, Natasha had picked you up in the quinjet, and you were on your way home, eager to reunite with your friends and your Bucky. You slept for most of the journey, curled up in your seat, and woke up to Nat poking your shoulder, having just landed at HQ. You extended your arms over your head in a stretch, your excited grin broken by a huge yawn.

“Home, sweet home,” you mumbled, following Nat off the jet and into the hangar. You dragged your feet to the elevator and tried not to fall asleep during the ride to your floor. You’d been expecting a text from Bucky the moment you arrived home, but you hadn’t received any messages, aside from Steve asking—as usual—how the mission went. You had just texted him a condensed version of a mission report when the elevator doors opened, and you walked out into the hallway.

The door to your room hadn’t even shut behind you before you started to strip, toeing off your combat boots and wiggling out of your tactical pants. When you were down to your undershirt and shorts, you headed straight for your bedroom, tossing your clothes into the laundry hamper on your way. You flicked on the lightswitch in your room and weren’t surprised to find Bucky curled up on your bed, fast asleep and hugging your pillow against his chest.

You smiled at the sight of him, stepping over to him and sitting on the side of the bed. The mattress dipped under your added weight, and he stirred, his eyes fluttering. You stroked his hair back from his face and leaned down to kiss his bristly cheek.

He didn’t open his eyes, but his lips curled into a smile. “Hey,” he mumbled, reaching out blindly to wrap an arm around you.

“I’m home,” you sang, kissing his forehead and his nose and finally his lips. They were as plush as you remembered. “Scoot over, baby, I’m exhausted.”

Bucky rolled over to the side of the bed closest to the wall while you slipped under the covers with him. His arms encircled you, holding you firmly against him. Even half-asleep, he looked so smug, now that he had you to hold on to instead of the pillow.

“Hey, FRIDAY, can you hit the lights?” you called out. The room went dark again, and you cuddled into Bucky’s chest, breathing in the scent of him. “Did you miss me?” you teased.

Bucky hummed, yawning so wide that you could see his canines. “Every day, doll.”

Eurus is Sherlock

I know this idea has come up more than once. In this post I will try to collect as much evidence, mostly from TFP, as possible - visual, textual, and narrational. 

Visual

In this first scene together their hands seem to melt into each other. Sherlock does not expect to be able to touch his sister, and then their fingers interlace just like that. In the second picture both have become one. Sherlock is shining through Eurus’s reflection, her hear roughly being place where his heart is (head/brain and heart becoming one). 

Additional note: If we assume that this is her real hair as opposed to the wigs she wore in TST and TLD, they both have dark curly hair. 

Narrational

  • Sherlock and Eurus are very close in age. True, it’s never twins. But at least Irish twins, it seems. (Or just one person after all?)
  • Sherlock has been deemed a genius from the beginning. Eurus “was described as an era-defining genius, beyond Newton.”
  • Both play the violin. Eurus even plays a Stradivarius as does Holmes in ACD Canon. 
  • Sherlock had no friends before John. “I had no one.” 
  • Both love to be dramatic.
  • Both are prone to violence: Sherlock torturing the cabbie / throwing a man out the window / shooting Magnussen. / Eurus’s violent behaviour in TLD and TFP. 
  • Both are seen in a cell of some kind: the padded cell in Sherlock’s HLV mind palace / the Sherrinford cell (All places from the HLV mind palace have real counterparts - so what about the cell? And how probable is it that two siblings both have been inmates of a cell in a mental hospital/prison at some time?)
  • Both are in a way attracted to Moriarty and are willing to play games with him.
  • Both are given delicate tasks/cases by Mycroft that concern state security (the Bruce-Partington plans/Irene Adler/the Parliament bombing in TEH/the planned terrorist attacks mentioned in TFP).
  • Sherlock experiments on John in ThoB. Eurus experiments on Sherlock in TFP.
  • Both are very focussed on knowledge: “I don’t like not knowing.” / “She knew things she should never have known …”
  • Both are disguising themselves / hiding in plain sight.
  • Both are being used by Mycroft for matters of state security and intelligence.
  • Both are believed to be dead for years. Both times Mycroft is involved in the plots to fake their deaths. 

Textual

  • “She was different from the beginning.”/”Because he attacks people who are different and preys on their secrets.” (Why Sherlock hates Magnussen)
  • “Listen. This is my hard drive and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful.” / “I remember everything; every single thing. You just need a big enough hard drive.
  • Sherlock being involved in the flight of the dead/saving Irene from terrorists/revealing the terrorist plot in TEH /  “She predicted the exact dates of the last three terrorist attacks on the British mainland after an hour on Twitter.” 
  • “In any event, there is no prison in which we could incarcerate Sherlock without causing a riot on a daily basis.” / “The depth of Eurus’s psychosis and the extent of her abilities couldn’t hope to be contained in any ordinary institution.“ 
  • “That in your case, solitary confinement is locking you up with your worst enemy.” This can also be applied to Eurus’s imprisonment in Sherrinford.

Conclusion

These are a lot of similarities. Too much for coincidence, if you ask me. To me, Eurus is an exaggerated, overdramatic version of Sherlock himself. What he could have become without John’s friendship and Mycroft’s support, without the friends he has found quite late in life. 

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thief

you’ve been wearing a lot of dean’s clothes lately.

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warnings: suggestive content. i kept this pretty sfw though.

additional notes: ok i wrote another dean fic cuz i love him so much. female reader in this one, although tbh it’s pretty ambiguous. let me know if you want to read more dean/reader or sam/reader, cuz i would love to hear your guys’ ideas :)

Originally posted by soluscheese

Dean didn’t think much of it at first. In fact, when he woke up Saturday morning and found you cooking breakfast in one of his button-down shirts, he found himself smiling. The day before, he had seen you wearing a pair of his drawstring pants while you researched in the library, and earlier that week he’d seen you napping on the couch in one of Sam’s sweatshirts. He figured you were just a clothing thief, or that his and Sam’s clothes were just particularly comfortable for you.

Then he noticed that it was usually just his clothes you were stealing. You would wear Dean’s T-shirts, Dean’s flannel, Dean’s jacket. One day, when it was your turn to fold laundry, he’d stopped by the laundry room to bring you a sandwich, and he’d caught you holding one of his shirts to your face, sniffing it deeply. You hadn’t even acted flustered about it, just boasted about how the fabric softener you were using was magical.

Even though you were nonchalant, Dean was still suspicious. And a little smug. You’d been living at the bunker for a few years now, had known the Winchesters for even longer and stuck around since teaming up with them to stop the apocalypse seven years prior. Dean had appreciated you from the start; you were feisty, an excellent shot, and fun to be around, always full of snark and well-timed derision. Your sass put Sam’s to shame, and Dean found himself worrying about keeping up with you, rather the other way around. Most of all he liked how you genuinely cared for them both, providing the much-needed companionship and loyalty they’d been deprived of for far too long.

So with your fiery personality and looks to match, it didn’t take long for Dean to fall for you, and he mentally kicked himself in the head every day for it. It didn’t help that, judging by the way you always found a reason to touch or cuddle up close to him, his feelings might be reciprocated. There was no room for relationships in the hunting business—not from what he’d previously seen, anyway—but even Sam saw how much Dean cared for you and you for him. The younger Winchester had taken up the role of love guru and was currently encouraging him to take the next step, make it official. Dean liked the idea of having that with you, but he’d held off, too scared of getting too close and losing you, just like everyone else. Now, he was worried that you might have lost interest over time, or that Sam was going to come to his senses, realize your appeal, and make a move before Dean could. Maybe that was why Dean felt mildly stung whenever it was Sam’s shirt you decided to wear, and why Dean felt a swell of pride whenever you did choose to steal Dean’s clothes instead. It was like each time you wore his clothes on your back, you were unofficially proclaiming that he was yours, and you were his.

So Dean made the decision to ask you about it, to at least figure out why you had started pilfering only his clothes. He went down to the kitchen Monday night and found you crouching on the floor, rummaging through the lower shelves of the fridge. You were wearing his navy Henley over flannel pajama pants, and there was that smug swell of pride again. He grinned, crossing his arms and (selfishly) watching you for a few moments, definitely not checking out the way your ass looked in those pants or the strip of bare skin just above your waistband where his Henley had ridden up.

“Any luck down there?” he asked.

You cast a glance over your shoulder at him and smiled before returning to your task. “Just looking for the peanut butter, s’all. I feel like we should start organizing this better. I keep losing my spreads.”

“Maybe we can get you your own little spread section.” Dean watched you tug the shirt down your back, effectively covering you. Damn.

“Would be nice, but I don’t think I deserve a whole section to myself,” you replied. “A-ha!” you crowed with delight, reaching far into the fridge and procuring the peanut butter jar. “God bless.” You straightened to your full height and shut the door, cradling the jar to your chest. “Want some?” you called over your shoulder, moving to the counter where you had laid out some toasted bread and sliced bananas.

Dean couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose as he stepped over to you and leaned against the fridge to watch you prepare your meal. “When have I ever eaten fruit?” You opened your mouth to protest and he cut you off, “When it’s not filling a warm crust.”

You clamped your mouth shut. “You got me there. I think you’d like this, though.”

“I’ll have a bite of yours, then,” Dean relented. You smiled, and he stood up straight, moving closer to you. “You know, sweetheart, I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit of a thief lately.”

“Oh, yeah? And what have I stolen now?”

Dean was so close his hip was almost brushing yours. He braced one hand on the counter as he watched you. “My clothes. Sam’s, too, but mostly mine. You wanna tell me why that is?” He was playing it cool, but truth be told, when you paused in your meal preparation and turned to face him, he was starting to lose his confidence.

Your smile had vanished. You were worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, and Dean didn’t miss the way your eyes traversed his frame, lingering at his neckline, his jaw, and finally his face. “Does it bother you?” you asked with legitimate concern in your eyes. He watched that concern morph into something warm and oozy, like molten flame. He was starting to burn up just looking at you. “I’ll stop if it does, but your clothes are real comfy, Dean. And they smell good, too.”

Dean swallowed hard. You were challenging him, daring him to make the first move. Fuck it. He reached out to your side and grasped the Henley where it fell against your waist, pinching the material and rubbing it between his fingers. The corner of your mouth twitched with the beginnings of a smirk. “Oh, I’m not mad. Not mad at all,” he replied. He stepped closer to you, so close he could detect the crisp apple scent of your conditioner, could see his own face reflecting in your eyes. He slid his hand down to your hip and your own hand traveled up his arm to grasp his bicep. “I mean, if you look so good in my clothes”—he licked his lips, shamelessly appraising you from head to toe—“I could just imagine how you’d look out of them.”

Dean felt you tremble under his touch, and you pressed closer against him, his hand moving to lie flat along the small of your back. You craned your neck forward, and your lips skimmed his ear as you spoke, “Why don’t we go up to my room and find out?”

I made a Masterlist! Yay!

Updated 03.18.17 | Titles are all hyperlinked

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Actors:

Shushed (Chris Evans x Reader) Smut, Fluff, Angst

The Director (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Smut

Inquiring Minds (Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie) Explicit

Smoking (Chris Evans x Reader) 

Random Trip to Target (Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Reader) 

The Bar (Chris Evans x Reader) 

Marvel:

Just Got Him Back (Bucky Barnes POV, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson) Angst 

No Matter What (Bucky Barnes x Bipolar II Reader) Fluff, Angst, Feels 

Before it’s Too Late (Steve Rogers x Reader) Smut, Angst

The Road Trip Series (in progress, co-author Mistress Jen Bradlee):

NYC to NOLA with Chris, Mackie, and Seb Eventual smut

Brooklyn to LA with Steve, Sam, and Bucky Angst, Smut, Fluff 

Supernatural:

River (Dean Winchester x Reader) Angst, Smut, Fluff 

All Right Now (Dean Winchester x Reader) Smut

Take a Ride with Me, Baby (Dean Winchester x Reader) Smut, Fluff

Yes Sir (Professor John Winchester x Reader) Smut, Angst

Santa Baby (John Winchester x reader) Smut

Made from Scratch (John Winchester x Reader) Feels, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Playing Games (Sam Winchester x Reader) Smut, Fluff

Undiscovered (Dean x Reader x Sam) Smut, Angst

High for This (Dean x Reader x Sam, John x Reader) Smut, feels, fluff

Night Moves (Dean x Heather the Hunter, Sam x Piper the Waitress) Smut

Dinner at the Winchester’s (Dean x Reader, Sam, other characters) Feels, Fluff

Breakfast with Chuck (Chuck Shurley, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester) 

Please note the additional warnings in each post! Enjoy :) 

Learn Japanese with Phrase

喉 (nodo) : throat
渇いた (kawaita) : to be thirsty

Additional notes: 乾いた (kawaita) written in another kanji also have similar meaning. It means dry/parched

Literally, this sentence could means “My throat has dried up!” But a normal translation is “I’m thirsty”.

Happy learning 。゚✶ฺ.ヽ(*´∀`*)ノ.✶゚ฺ。

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Only Us (Part 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you?(kind of? I don’t know. Fuck it.)

Word Count: 2388

Warning(s): Mean parents, swearing, and slightly sexual remarks.

Additional Notes: Frank Gallagher is a character int the TV show Shameless(it’s amazing please watch it) and he is pretty much always drinking. (Also if you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk)

Part 1


My phone rang loudly as light crept in from the window. Fuck. I thought as my eyes focused on the time on the far wall of my small bedroom. 6:15. I hated school. I groaned getting up turning of my alarm, yawning and stretching. I tugged my short shorts down that I slept in overnight and opened the door walking to the bathroom avoiding the beer bottles that littered the dark carpet. My hand reached for the door before it was yanked open. A middle aged man stood in front of me wearing only his boxers. I shuttered stepping back.

“Who do we have here?” He grinned down at me. I shivered taking another step back.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked glaring at him fear still gripping me.

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All 801 Pokemon Caught!

Along with binge-watching Netflix’s Iron Fist, I also spent the weekend finishing the Pokemon Sun and Moon Pokedex! As soon as Marshadow is released in a future Pokemon Event, I will be at 802 Pokemon! 

Important things to note:

  • In addition to all 801 individual Pokemon, I captured some additional Pokemon that had distinct type or style variations (ie. Wormadam, Shellos and Gastrodon, Unfezant, Basculin, Frillish and Jellicant, Pyroar, Meowstic, Zygarde, Oricorio, Lycanroc). I didn’t go for those Pokemon that had a crazy amount of variations like Vivillon and Minior. 
  • I did capture all the Alola forms, which I placed near their non-Alola counterparts. 
  • I have two Charizards for both Mega Evolutions X and Y. I got a third shiny Charizard during Sun and Moon, which I am holding onto in my party (therefore not featured). 
  • I also have two Gyarados, one normal and one shiny (featured) 
  • Pokemon Sun and Moon does not give you a certificate or an additional passport page for completing the entire National Pokedex, so I upload the Alola Pokedex certificate instead. 

I honestly don’t know what to do with myself now. Maybe I’ll read a book. Lol. 

Winter Commissions (2016-2017)
I promised a lot of people I’d put this up, and I’m really sorry for the delay!  It’s been a while since I’ve taken online commissions, so I had to get a lot of the logistics updated and properly squared away.  

Please send all inquiries to [ goggleboy at gmail ] and include

  • What type of illustration you’d like.
  • References of your characters.  
  • Specific pose/idea if you have it.  
  • Any other additional relevant notes.

There’s ~5 slots open and no waiting list;.  I also don’t know when I’ll be opening commissions again given a fluxuating schedule. I’m sorry in advance for any inconvenience there.  Thank you for your patience and for looking!

EDIT:  All slots are now closed, thank you!

Four Temperaments Chart

I’ve been looking at ways of writing character groups that work; one of the classics is the Freudian Trio, (like Kirk, Spock, and Bones in Star Trek TOS) but since I’m working in an ancient world setting, the Four Temperament Ensemble, being based on ancient Greek concepts, seems to make more sense. I found some charts on the internet, but none had all the info, so I added some color coding and additional notes to one that was pretty good.

These go back at least as far as Hippocrates, c. 460 – c. 370 BC.