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Donald Trump has quietly hired hundreds of loyalists to serve as his “eyes and ears” across government

  • Trump has quietly positioned hundreds of his supporters to take jobs across the executive branch, essentially taking a backdoor approach to placing “his eyes and ears at every major federal agency” even while senior jobs requiring congressional confirmation remain unfilled, ProPublica reported Wednesday.
  • ProPublica posted a list of more than 400 such dubiously qualified Trump appointments, which the site wrote included everything from “obscure campaign staffers” and contributors to far-right website Breitbart to a recent high school graduate and at least 36 former lobbyists.
  • The staffers are serving in so-called “beachhead teams,” temporary units serving for four to eight months.
  • The beachhead teams are intended to familiarize Trump’s administration with the workings of various federal agencies as well as shape the early implementation of Trump’s agenda. 
  • Though as ProPublica wrote, many of the hires will likely transition into full-time roles.
  • As Trump has left hundreds of jobs requiring congressional confirmation across the federal government unfilled, the beachhead teams have likely assumed “considerable influence.” Read more (3/8/17 11:10 PM)
Full Moon in Gemini The Loony Moon ☾ ☽ ♥

Hermes and Zeus are reunited. They are shapeshifting and flying through stormy and sunny skies together. When the Sun awakens Sagittarius, the Full Moon calls for Gemini. Sagittarius will shoot for the heavens, and land on the sun, and divine faith and thought can shatter the laws of physics all together. The inner light is switched on here, especially in the mind, as soul and body take flight into the lilac cleanse of the moon. Emotions
are satiated by learning and laughter. Because the wise come to realise everything in life has a comedic light, and God is laughing. The Gemini Full Moon symbolizes a favorable time for reaching conclusions based on integrating contradiction. The Gemini-Sagittarius axis represents duality, so oppositions can be activated and infused here. We can walk the tightrope of oppositions and do this in the splendorous Gemini mind, filled with rollercoasters and cerebral delight. 

Gemini is a mentally active sign, and Sagittarius breathes global illumination into the cerebral experience. When the lunar lights hit Gemini, the waterslides in the mind have frosted and fused language with lyrics, longings and anxieties. And those little Gemini monkeys don’t have to be light and dark, in esoteric astrology Venus rules Gemini and they can be sisters of love <3 Gemini means double the feeling but also double the delight, double the joy,
and double the novelty. Our brains are seeking constant stimulation to
soothe the restlessness and the bouncy inner child that has taken up residence in the mind. Emotions have thoughts right now and they want to be heard.  We hear that it’s all too easy to lose your bearings under the hypnosis Full Moons,
with the mental energies of Gemini and Sagittarius soaking together, it gives accelerated to derangement or sheer genius. Under the Full Moon the dissolution between worlds seems a most splendid
lunar celebration


A quick doodle of Petyr Baelish on my new Cintiq.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about Fakes origin where Geoff kinda was the little brother of the roosters and hey let him do his thing and by the time they thought to look he was already setting up his court in Los SAntos, and by the time they thought to worry he was alreadt setting his sights on something bigger.

What if Gavin was already the golden boy in los santos before Geoff even got there?

When the Roosters branched out everyone was moving with purpose; they were so successful at such a young age that no one even considered getting out of the game, were just expanding to focus on their own specialities, to grow and improve without murdering each other in the process. Gus set up a terrifying web of covert intelligence and stolen secrets, Joel transitioned full time into the absurdly lucrative domain of white collar crime, Matt spent his days schmoozing impossibly high level contacts, Griffon took her roving gang of assassins on the move and Burnie still orchestrates the whole thing from back in Liberty City. Geoff was the odd one out, really, sort of adrift in the world, still playing, getting by on his wealth and reputation, simply chasing entertainment across the country with no real direction or responsibilities.

So when Geoff first started making noise about getting his own crew together, a proper full time affair, the other Rooster’s thought he was kidding. It’s not that they’d thought he couldn’t, exactly, it’s just that he’d never really had that drive. Never really exhibited any lust for control, for personal power over his own domain. For Geoff, who liked to drink and coast and party, who’d always suggested the most outlandish laughable ideas, who’d always shrugged and gone along with whatever everyone else decided like the little brother happy just to be involved, to run his own crew all alone seemed ridiculous. They weren’t laughing at him, really, not for the most part anyway, it’s just that they never really considered Geoff to be a leader.

Geoff, of course, goes off in a huff, utterly offended, but that’s not terribly alarming. They’ve all been in each other’s pockets for so long they are more than used to weathering the storm of tempers, have all had their share of petty tantrums, and everyone comes back eventually. Worst comes to worst Geoff will play with his idea long enough to tire of it, possibly call for some help if it all goes to shit, then everything will be back to normal. In the meantime everyone’s got too much on their own plates to bother chasing him down.

Burnie keeps track of him, of course, keeps an ear out for any rumours of a Rooster getting into trouble, keeps in contact even if the updates aren’t as regular as they could be. It’s how he knows where Geoff is, finally stationary in the strangest of places, knows something’s caught his eye even if the contrary bastard isn’t ready to share exactly what it is yet. Burnie knows Geoff’s holed himself up in Los Santos, and isn’t that so typically him, finding some kind of hidden treasure in the worst city in the country.

Curiosity gets the best of Burnie and, when a month or two pass and Geoff still hasn’t moved on, he can’t help himself from trying to dig a little, calling on various contacts to send their feelers out and work out what could have possibly captured Geoff’s interest so thoroughly. The results are somewhat unexpected.

There’s a kid, they say, some cocky foreign creature that has Geoff fascinated, captivated, the strangest of anchors tethering him to the city. There is no shortage of rumours about the stranger, he’s apparently a particularly talented fixer, though his age comes through in arrogant bravado, in outrageous displays of wealth and a blatant inability to look before he leaps. He’s the kind of character everyone in Los Santos seems to be aware of, everyone seems willing to bend over backwards to know, and it appears Geoff is no exception.

Which is, honestly, the strangest part of the whole deal; Geoff has loyalty in spades for those who matter, but he’s not the most open of people, is no one’s fool, he’s lived through far too much with the Roosters to be taken in by some pretty face with a sob story. There must be something else going on. Geoff might have made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t want anyone else butting in on his business, that he’s sorting out his plans all on his own thanks very much, but surely this warrants some kind of concern. Burnie settles on sending Jack down to scope it out; she was passing through anyway and Geoff might be keeping his cards close to his chest but he’s always liked Jack, it seemed like a good call at the time.

Jack doesn’t come back. Sends Burnie word that all is well, that he doesn’t need to worry, that she plans to stay and help Geoff out with whatever it is he’s working on, but she won’t say what exactly that is. In other words she piques Burnie’s interest even more then laughs in his face and keeps her mouth shut, which honestly, what was Burnie expecting? Jack’s always been loyal to a fault, but not to him. Jack and Geoff have always had each other’s backs and when you break it down her alliance with the Roosters has always come from that friendship; it stands reason that if Geoff is still cranky about their lack of faith Jack will be no more forgiving.

As far as Jack’s concerned she’s been waiting an age for Geoff to sort himself out, and if finally getting there means flipping Burns the bird and cosigning herself to some ludicrous plot in the depths of hell then so be it. When Geoff asks for her help, eyes lit up with the wild determination she remembers from their mischief back in the day she’s hardly going to say no. Perhaps Los Santos isn’t exactly the ideal location, isn’t where she necessarily wanted to end up let alone start in, but given the chance to explain himself Geoff’s ridiculousness is, as usual, based on pretty sound reasoning.

Because Geoff was, once, just passing through Los Santos, an entertaining pit stop on his journey to scout out a worthy crew, but then he found Gavin. Heard the rumours well before he actually met the kid; the Golden Boy of Los Santos, a shiny novelty amongst the grime of the city. The stories were interesting, entertaining, enough that Geoff decided to stick around for a while, enough that Geoff was perhaps drifting into the territory of a stalker, but oh boy did his curiosity pay off.

When Geoff found Gavin he saw far more than he knew he was meant to, far more than he would have if he wasn’t looking, because the kid was good. Was all flash and sparkle,  cheeky jokes and bright laughter, an endearing softness covering the sharpness of his teeth, the blood dripping from his fingers. When Geoff found Gavin he saw everything they could do, everything they could be, saw the broad strokes of the future he’d been toying with falling into place all at once.

Gavin was an interesting conundrum, the criminals of the city completely unsure as to whether or not they like him, whether or not he’s useful, whether or not the kid is a joke or a genius. They say Free is easy, full of all kinds of valuable information and simple enough to buy; offer him some pretty trinket, something pricey or showy or rare and he’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand. And yet they’re all still clamouring to talk to him, still tripping over themselves to work with him, still offering absurd bounties just to catch his fleeting interests. They say he’s controllable, vulnerably alone and far too trusting. Geoff is not convinced.

Because all the information Gavin hoards comes from somewhere, and no one else seems capable of extracting it. Because everyone’s so convinced they’ve got him worked out that they open their doors and let him bypass the usual weapon checks and security protocols. Because Gavin’s reputation of weak-stomached and harmless, useless in a fight, doesn’t add up to the practised way he twirls switchblades between his fingers, deftly flicking them up his sleeves and out of sight. Because for all that the persona of the Golden Boy has captured the city’s unwavering attention no one seems to realise how neatly they’ve been blinded by it.

If you cared to compare the crime scene in America to the one in England you’d realise the game there is played with entirely different rules. Gavin didn’t come into Los Santos swinging, probably wouldn’t have made it two days if he had, but he’s been busy chasing power all the same. Gavin knows every crew of note in Los Santos, knows names and hierarchies, knows base locations and key distribution points. Gavin has integrated himself so neatly, so desirably, that he can get an audience with just about whoever he wants to, can meander across territory lines and police tape with the same unerring charm. Geoff’s seen him play up his age in one meeting, wide eyed and painfully naïve, only to catch him mere hours later leaning into confidence, brisk and clever and entirely untouchable. He’s witnessed Gavin seemingly fall for obvious ruses only to walk out with exactly what he was after, seen him talk his way into deals and out of handcuffs, seen a thousand different ticks and quirks and personalities that shouldn’t all fit comfortably within the same person.

Geoff’s seen more than enough to recognise that familiar air of hungry ruthlessness, of vicious self interest and callous amusement. Maybe Geoff hasn’t got the past experience of being a leader but he’s always known how to help himself by using other people, how to make the most of their particular talents, fit them all together to make a bigger picture. Growing a crew from scratch is harder than it seems, growing one thats loyal from the start, strong enough to stick together and win the uphill battle of taking the most untamable city in the land seems near impossible.

Unless, of course, someone had done all that groundwork already. Unless someone had already wormed into the ecosystem, plotted all the intricacies of power, all the feuds and pressure points, the hidden weapons and unprotected weak spots. Unless someone had already made all the necessary contacts and connections, curried favour with all the best dealers, buttered up the crooked cops, identified all the individuals who might be seduced away from their current gigs into something better, something greater, the ones worth trusting, the ones who would come out on top.

Geoff is no stranger to charm himself, to subtle manipulation, and maybe you can’t kid a kidder but you can certainly enchant a kid, can sell safety in numbers, talk up comfort and protection and organised direction. Geoff might want to outgrow the ever present shadow of the Roosters but a history of royalty is a weighty bargaining chip when your adversary covets nothing more than the appearance of wealth, of power. It’s still not easy by any means, Gavin is cautious, quick witted and wily, running his own game through every conversation, but eventually they come to an understanding. Then Jack turns up and all of a sudden things are in motion, the plan is unfolding, and nothing is going to keep Geoff from forging his own crown.

By the time Geoff thinks about giving Burnie an update his inbox has been flooded by dozens of warnings about the mystery crew taking Los Santos by storm. Increasingly concerned messages telling Geoff it was time to move on, that it wasn’t worth trying mess with such a dangerously effective group all on his own, that he should reach out if he was in trouble. By the time Geoff gets around to giving Burnie a call the old rules of Los Santos have already fallen, the city is running scared and those surrounding it are following suit. Even as the phone rings Geoff knows Gavin’s combining the termination of a problem with teasing the Vagabond away from his current employers, knows Jones and Dooley are having a crashing good time clearing the last of the warehouses down near the docks, knows Tuggey’s pulling some new blood into the support crew and Jack’s off to see a man about a sniper.

By the time Burnie finally hears back from Geoff the writing is well and truly on the wall, the days of being underestimated and overlooked are over, and not even all the grudging apologies in the world will save the Roosters from a lifetime of Geoff’s smug vindication. Geoff isn’t just an ex-Rooster anymore, he isn’t a follower, a drifter, a little brother or a side thought. He is Geoff Ramsey; leader of the FAHC, king of Los Santos, ruler of the worst of the worst, unrelenting and horrifically creative. He is a feared man, he runs an unquestionably dangerous crew, the city shivers in his shadow and they say nothing can stop his reign.

All this over stubborn determination, over hurt feelings, all this in mere months; not even his own crew are ready for what is to come, for the highs and lows of Geoff’s depravity, but he knows they’ll be here with him, will rise to every occasion, and together they’ll set the world alight.

~ full moon in virgo ۞ ╰☆╮● ☾

the full moon in virgo always seems to be coated in the illumination
of mental magic and perfect puzzles
the rivers of the pisces sea can cleanse the mind, and bring forward a new and
shining gloss of healing and renewal
and the sign of virgo is known for its nerves, mental agility, and restlessness
it rules anxieties, mental activity, and shooting axons
the saturation of pisces illusion can infuse delusion with confusion,
oceans of delirium pouring through the mind that works overtime
there can be divine drunken awareness,
the clarity and logic of virgo viewing the pisces liquor with good reason or judgement
or it can become swept away
imagination intermixing with anxiety and creating a world of pressure and anguish
emotions have thoughts that transpire in mysterious and bewildering ways
we can slip into the space between our thoughts right now, and dip our feet in the curative bathe of pisces nectar
consciousness pervades the collective spirit
we can tumble into otherworlds and places filled with wisdom and profound voices from spirit guides
the servant of the world is now god’s servant
what instruction will you be given?
thoughts are prayers with the full moon in virgo, the spiritual sun pisces is cradling the moon of healing
shut both of your eyes and open the other one


Fighting Stress With Humor

Every CNA has silently or mentally quoted this line at some point, and then chuckled to themselves before continuing on with their day. And if you haven’t, don’t worry …  you will

“Hey Charge Nurse! Your resident wants a pain pill, and your CNA wants a Vodka Morphine Latte to go.”

So I was orienting a brand spanking new (fresh out of class, not even certified yet) NA yesterday, when one of my coworkers stalked past us on her way to the Charge Nurse. She was gripping her hair in her hands and her eye was twitching–never a good sign. It would seem that her resident, Mr. Bruce Banner, had gone Hulk Smash! upon learning that he would have to wait another 4 hours for a pain pill. Because … you know … he had literally JUST gotten one. 

When telling the nurse this, the nurse asked if my coworker had any ideas or suggestions for alternate care that might help ease his discomfort. My coworker then quipped, “Pillow Therapy.” They both laughed. Then they sighed. Then they put together a plan to try repositioning him (again) with the hopes that he would comply and it would help take the pressure off his back. Because being green and large can cause back problems. 

Outside the resident’s door, my coworker paused and took a breath, before knocking and entering with a sincere smile. 

When the door shut, I was left explaining what had just happened to my newbie; what pillow therapy was; and “For fucks sake, of course they weren’t being serious! There’s a HUGE difference between venting stress humorously, and acting on it physically … What’s wrong with you?”

But how can we joke like that? Well … 

We CNA’s know better than anyone else how underpaid, over worked, emotionally charged, mentally stressful, physically taxing, and under appreciated our jobs are. At any given time, on any given shift, we can likely be found engaging (sometimes unwillingly) in tasks such as:

~ Getting puked on, pee’d on, or shit on.

~ Getting cold-cocked by a five foot, ninety pound patient with dementia.  

~ Racing down the hall to an alarm or code.

~ Being screamed at by visiting family.

~ Being screamed at by residents.

~ Consoling patients who’s family don’t show up during visiting hours (for the 3rd week in a row).

~ Racing against time and transport to get a combative resident dressed and ready for an appointment.

~ Answering the same call bell for the 25th time in 20 minutes. Did I mention they were just made independent in their room? 

~ Following a pissed off dementia’d eloper out the door at 2 am while trying to convince them to go back to the facility. It’s not working. And now they are screaming at the top of their lungs that you’re trying to kidnap them,

~ Playing ‘I’m Never Going To Get My Rounds Done’ with a Fall Risk patient, because they keep setting off their tab/motion alarm by trying to crawl out of their wheelchair or bed.

~ Transferring a resident to the bathroom, bed side commode, or getting them a bed pan … again … 

~ Showering the impromptu food fight off a resident who hates showers. 

The list of things we do and go through is endless; the above list merely scratching the surface. And guess what? We’re human. We get frustrated. We want to pull out our hair. We want to scream, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” at the resident who says she doesn’t understand why she’s peeing so much tonight, while at the same time asking for her 5th cup of ice water in 45 minutes. 

But we don’t. We don’t show any of this inner turmoil and frustration. Instead, we smile–SMILE!–and say “Sure, no problem.” And we mean it. We help them with what they want, over and over again … even when it’s the same thing, over and over again. And then we ask them if there is anything else they need, knowing that it won’t matter what they say because they’re going to put their call light on before we’ve made it down the hall anyway. 

Stress. Stress everywhere!

Sure, we have those amazing coworkers that will often times step in so that we can step away; take a break, smoke a cigarette, unscrew our heads, summon el diablo (hey we all have our own relaxation vices). But the fact remains that when we come back, that patient is still there. And so the best source of stress release is finding the humor where we can, when we can. 

And guess what? It doesn’t mean we hate our jobs. And it doesn’t mean we hate our patients, either. Far from it. What it really is, is a brain reboot. This is us laughing at the situation. It’s us using humor to vent our frustration. It’s winning back our sanity. It’s giving the full moon the bird. 

So the next time you’re venting frustration or releasing stress through humor, remember you’re not alone. But also remember that not everyone understands our brand of humor. 

[Writer’s Note: I do not actually recommend giving a full moon the bird. The full moon is a vengeful bitch who takes no prisoners during that one night of absolute hell, and it does not like to be antagonized. Having worked NOC shift for several years, I can say with all honesty … You will lose!]

The best thing that happened to me all day was when one of the line cooks thrust a plate of pupusas into my hand and informed me that they also had some lime agua fresca. Jesus but it was heavenly. I almost cried.

ive said it before and ill say it again: girl meets hurricane was the start of maya’s change. NOT BECAUSE OF THE CLOTHES but because she finally decided she can have hope for one thing at a time to start with. and she refused to give that up, even when things got rocky. girl meets the new teacher was also a MAJOR episode because we see maya begin to think about the future, and she thinks about becoming a TEACHER, of all things. so, if she wants to teach, why would it be odd if she got good grades? it makes sense that she’d want to try harder in school to impress those she wants to become. the full transition was in girl meets the forgiveness project. we saw maya have hope, and honestly, it was implied she hoped her father would see her, regardless of having shawn around. one of my favorite maya quotes is in that episode and it illustrates her character development perfectly. “ive been angry for so long. im not angry anymore.” you know what FUELS maya’s rebellious side? her anger. everything she’s done comes from the fact that she had a broken home situation. with her letting go of her father, and accepting shawn as a major person in her life, that home slowly started to come together again. maya hart changed because she stopped being angry at the world, and accepted that if you try, good things can happen to you. i also believe the reason she was so willing to resort to her old ways was because everyone was telling her who to be and what to do, so she was volcano who just wanted to erupt one last time before her beautiful flowers sprouted deep down. maya didn’t change to protect riley. that’s a made up excuse by the writers that’s honestly disrespectful to the development of a character who’s worked so hard to end up where she is now. it takes away from what girls who have an absent father figure (like myself) have learned from the show. that it’s okay to put your faith in people and open up, and it’s okay to stop being angry at such a beautiful world. maya hart teaches girls like me that it’s okay to watch the light during the day, and see the things we love turn gold. anything less than the credit this girl deserves is just appalling.

im not suggesting we immediately transition to full communism or whatever, but you have to admit that Kim Seokjin had a lot of good ideas

Something about this town just made everything more difficult. She had years of preparing and planning to make sure her full moon transitions went smoothly, and so far she had little incident, but like everything else recently, this one had gone a little haywire. As a last resort, she had resorted to chaining herself to one of the largest trees deep in forest, far enough away that if anyone heard anything, they would just assume its a wolf passing in the distance.

But now here she was, covered in dirt and grime next to a badly damaged tree. It looked like if she had another go at it, the tree would have snapped like a twig, so she got lucky. Undoing her binding and tossing it into the bushes behind the tree, she made her way towards her clothes lying a few feet away, wincing at the leftover soreness that ran through her body. She picked up on a couple of twigs snapping off to her right as she slipped on her oversized t-shirt and underwear.

Happy Full Moon in Sagittarius <3

““The best thing for being sad,“ replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”  
 ―    T.H. White
The Once and Future King