holding microscope

EVERY STAR IS A MIRROR 

Aries ~ The snowflakes of Pisces winter fall and death embraces the zodiac.
Sweet, sensual death. Evaporating into the divine, deep in the hollows. And the further we go into darkness, the brighter the light within us shines
Bursting to awaken with the first sound of spring, bluebirds echo in the Aries ear, calling… calling… calling….
bring back life, colour, and god’s delight to the bleakness
Special child of the divine, still held in heaven’s arms, waiting to be born like an exploding nebula, scattering pieces of itself everywhere out of curiosity and enthusiasm. Follow the sound of bloom, the fresh smell of spring, the feeling of warmth beginning to saturate your spirit once more
the earth’s revered child has finally been born. The zodiac begins

Taurus ~ 
As a child of Venus, Taureans navigate the world through their senses. The fresh air of nature, trees, flowers and wildlife is extremely therapeutic and stimulating for them. They are often acutely sensitive to the seasons and weather changes. There is a real need for contact with nature, which and many Taureans fill the roles of farmers, gardeners, horticulturists or artists who use natural materials. One of the male images of Taurus is that of the green man, the male fertility principle. This sign is the closest manifestation material purity, and their sensory alertness allows them to connect to the five sense experience like no other. They can make universes out of empty sketchbooks, make homes out of half crescent Moons and heatwaves through their determination and spirit. This is all four seasons rolled into one.

Gemini ~
Gemini provides a dazzling display of how the mind works. This
mad instrument in all of its
glory and its chaos, its genius and dissociation, its ability to create patterns and puzzles and spin the world upside down. Gemini is like a literal
mind fuck, you know one minute you are traveling 200,00 miles an hour down one road, into philosophy and corruption of the military
and then you have a drunk child on your hands, unable to focus or sit still for a moment. Geminis orgasm can come from conversation, communing with a mind, or meeting an intellect, someone who will talk their ear off all night
conveying hypnotizing facts and knowledge. Gemini is always
the student and the teacher, forever threading the information inside onto
silver wings and blowing them into the ether. They touch people through
language, through the way they weave words together to create
laughter or conversation or sheer delight. Gemini is spinning deliriously in a
world of thought, crossing the borderlines, doing the thinking for both dark and light. Gemini is a book of mysteries inside 


Cancer ~ 
Cancers have a surreal experience of time. It can melt through their mind
like dripping honey. The sound of clocks can be intimidating. They need music and oneness, the rhythm of stars. The moon rules Cancer, and before the 30-31 day calendar, we followed the cycle of the moon, a 28 day ‘month’, stemming from ‘mon’, or ‘moon’.
And now we live separate from nature, and the Cancer is pulled between materialism and delirium, unsure of what is completely real. But from this conflict evokes a brilliant prophet in the Cancer, a crystal ball that conjures the inner world’s most marvellous vision. Spirit guides reside in the 4th house.
So the Cancer can hear thoughts, and these are thoughts of their guide. They can receive intuitive knowledge about the past, a place where the Cancer dwells comfortably, they can be the conduit for ancestral inheritance and the protection of passed descendants, they can swim on a river of divination, because their psychic imagination is so acute. When they fear their own safety, this vision can become dark and volatile. Fear is Cancer’s most destructive poison.


Leo ~ It’s the centre of a star that bursts from Leo
and they are pure magic, a splendid cosmic artwork mixed with dripping sun maple and  the manifestation of divine creative power.
the Leo can stare at themselves and see the universe in their reflection, a flickering light of God burning behind their eyes,
constellations made of broken capillaries, sweetness and softness.
And there is the roar of the Leo lion, a heart that beats a tattoo
in their chest because it is overflowing with love, passion, and desire. The Leo has painted every sparkling essence of time and space with their
enchanted paintbrush, that mind is a visual display of milky way fireworks, heaven is a place on earth with Leo.
But the Leo can also look in the mirror and see a black hole. It isn’t always so vein and conceited. every flaw echoes so loudly. The Leo just wants to be loved, simply for who they are. Not their fortune, or photographs, or profound generosity. Only the bravest hearts are born under the sign of Leo. It’s sensitive and spirited,
ravishing and regal


Virgo ~ 
The lines and poetry of sacred geometry and mechanical movement come to life before the Virgo eyes. Sacred geometry is the sort of experience the Ancients believed was nourishing for the soul. Virgo becomes intimate with the earth and its divine faculties with more voracity than any sign. There are details perceivable to only the  Virgo, like nervous signals jump from their fingertips into their surroundings and electrify the invisible engineering. The Virgo individual is very sensitive to elements, precision, accuracy, and seemingly insignificant components, but nothing is simple to the Virgo, and they recognise
the duty and usefulness of everything, the whole dynamic of seasons and earth, the equilibrium and the silent movement. This is what makes Virgo tremendous at occult studies, specifically those requiring analysis like astrology and numerology, and those involving healing properties like minerals and witchcraft. Through intense observation of surroundings, through holding a
microscope to every leaf and flower, through watching the reverent dance of the sunrise as they measure the motion by time, they identify with the part of themselves that is infinite. They can unify with the part of themselves that is pure, that is untainted awareness and magnificence and beauty. 


Libra ~ 
With Libra we have the Snow White pages. the innocent beauty who does not know the seduction of her aura, the distressed belle who waits for a prince to save her, despite easily outwitting and serving justice better than any man who takes their hand. and in the antithetical pole, the wretched self consciousness. After Virgo has achieved personal perfection, she wants to be the fairest of them all. she evokes the images of others as she attempts to be all things, a glorious figment. they are the enchanted mirror, although they look into their own searching for others and answers. Libra is every character, the enchanting snow is the jewel in her heart and the melody in her love of people. And the witch, her voices of self resonance. Saturn exalts in Libra and the stepmother is an expression of the domineering Saturn parent, often leaving impossible idealism in the child. The notes of empty comparison against others that wither her supple apple cheeks into dried roses and destroy every venus valley. 


Scorpio ~ 
The human world is rarely enough for Scorpio. That can be why they provoke people’s souls, they want to see your insides, your darkness, your light. They can seem spiritually provocative, it’s like they know how to draw madness out of lovers, they can sense the unseen, they can experience states that question existence. And nothing is ever enough.
They don’t want a lover. They want a reunion with a soul mate, their soul. They don’t want sex. They want angelic intimacy, the evaporation of bodies into intwined ether. Scorpio is preparing for death, but they don’t want to leave without truly tasting life. The superficial is rarely enough for Scorpio. They are discontent swimming in shallow waters. They become easily bored when their brilliant mind is under stimulated and unchallenged, they become distracted into unconscious trance when people are dull. And the Scorpio cannot force conversation. There are holes in the world that only Scorpio can see, and they will crawl into one when this world is not enough. 


Sagittarius ~
After emergence from the deep Scorpio tomb, the Sagittarius hybrid spirit soars far and wide. The Sagittarius wisdom operates from the laws of nature, stars, archetypes, the Akashic records, the higher mind, and culture. It embodies the divine chant of laughter, the publication and interpretation of symbols, mythology, theology, and religion.
Here is the quest for the meaning of life, the pilgrimage to unknown regions in search of understanding and the materialisation of belief. It could be travel, education, relationships, indulgence in intoxicants, or nomadic wandering through religion. The Sagittarius guru is the scholar. His temple is filled with books, compasses, astrology notes, and artifacts from every country. He uses comedy for his teachings and applies experience to philosophy and scripture. Waiting in the middle of winter, the Sagittarius speaks many languages and knows many ways of life.
He is approachable and warm, filled with light and spice. Even with the wrinkles of time, the spirit of youth always radiates. Old as the trees and free as a bird, as young as the sunrise and as old as the night.


Capricorn ~ 
To stand on top of the mountain, to stare over the edge of the midheaven, sometimes all you would ever
see would be your own shadow. And the Capricorn’s shadow can linger like a heavy fog, always threatening, always concerning. At her peak, she radiates like a Mistress of Brilliance, she has scaled the land and sea, starred in her
own dream and written her own success story. She has stood behind people and encouraged their ascent
in her graces she has climbed and flown, a mountain goat, pursuing the grand land and salty sea. In all of this, she has only had herself to rely on,
and a voice of wisdom, found only in the darkest moments. She can be hungry for descent because she understands the reigns of flight. The Capricorn is contained, and yet they are the stitches that thread the stars, the grand mastery of it all. In her spirit wields the resources of the Gods, each of whom have tried and tested her. Through the Capricorn’s shadow, a self portrait is created. It reveals the most powerful triumphs of human kind.  The undeniable component of the shadow is that in its presence it reflects only light. The Capricorn is capable of wielding both in their starry ascent toward the heavens, an intuitive focus in strategic command, a skilled concentration that gleams fantasy into
reality. The shadow can be lined in
exquisite silver. 

Aquarius ~
Telepathy could be the Aquarius enchantment. Telepathy into the web of consciousness, the matrix of thought that connects all beings together. Telepathy into the ideas of the sky, cascading like a diamond waterfall into the Aquarius mind. And there is telepathy into the knowledge of stars and space dwellers. The Aquarius mind is a conduit for all sorts of cosmic contemplation. It receives tremendous visions of utopia and elevating bursts of intuition. It also soaks up space junk, and this may turn into madness. Aquarius is the last moment of thought before we capsize into Pisces dream.
They look out to the stars to find their soul mate. They stare into the sea to contemplate infinity. They test logic against galaxies of invisible wonder. The Aquarius mind diffuses an extraterrestrial perfume, their thoughts dart through constellations and fields of existence. Underneath the disorder is a mind that sparkles like the diamonds that rain on Uranus. Inconceivable. Curious. Marvellous.

Pisces ~ 
Pisceans can try on new personalities like they try on shoes,
and with those unusual feet hardly any shoes, from heels to flats or docs seem to fit properly, like all these personalities she tries to be, none of them cloak her soul with the colours. Nothing ever seems to fit those shades
she knows ripple inside, those pastels that haven’t been invented yet. From room to room she moves, shifting face and shape, slippery with sea salt infused in her skin, impossible to catch or define, lost and wandering,
the facets of a thousand personalities. It feels so foreign being trapped in a body, when she can feel wings fluttering behind her shoulder blades,
and scales shimmer under her thighs. Like a mirror carved in heaven, reflecting people as angels. She is the stain glass window that forever changes colour and tone, paint streaked over her spirit, impossible to conceive without a kaleidoscope. She knows her true self resides at home
The home in the sky, made of clouds and liquid love. But for now the show must go on. Who do I dress as today.
Nobody knows.

-Cherry

Reminders - Matt Holt

Request: Could you please do a Matt Holt imagine where his s/o went on the Kerberos mission with him but they were separated, and their reunion?? ALSO I FRIGGIN LOVE YOUR BLOG

i know i was supposed to post this yesterday as a thank you for reaching 500 followers but i fell asleep before i could get it done so i hope you aren’t too mad at him


You couldn’t help but be ecstatic when you were informed you were to join Samuel Holt, Matthew Holt and Shiro on the detailed mission to Kerberos to collect ice samples. Matthew Holt, also commonly known as Matt Holt, was your boyfriend, which made the news that much better.

You rush through one of the many hallways of the Garrison, hurrying to Matt’s room to tell him the good news. The numerous rapid knocks on his door alert him, as he opens the door he is greeted with your excited grin. “Babe?” The softness of his voice causes you to attack him in a hug, catching him off guard. He lets out a shriek, followed by a chuckle as he feels you nuzzle into his neck.

“Guess what, Matt?” You quietly mumble into his neck, your hot breath tickling him as he lets out a shuddering breath. “What (Y/N)?” He whispers back, you pull away from his hold just enough to see his face, “I was assigned to the Kerberos mission!” The animated look on your face causing his own grin to form on his face after the initial shock. “Seriously? Congratulations, babe.” He pulled you into a gentle kiss, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

The flight to Kerberos had taken months, but it was bearable with Matt by your side. The two of you had become closer than ever as stole kisses from each other and wondered what advancements would be made due to this mission, the both of you excited for what was to come. Finally reaching Pluto’s moon, the ship landed and it was time to collect the samples you were here for.  

You were beside Matt as you helped collect a sample, “Easy son, this ice is delicate.” Commander Samuel Holt guides, watching on quietly. Matt grins up at Shiro, now holding the ice in his gloved hands, “Amazing. Isn’t this exciting Shiro?” He questions, you take it from him carefully as you place it in the sample container, Shiro smiles, “You guys get a little more excited about ice samples than I do.” This prompts a chuckle from you, Matt grins at the sound of your laughter, but his father cuts in. “This is history in the making. Not only have we have travelled farther than any human ever has but this ice could hold microscopic clues about the existence of life outside of Earth.” He spews the idea of being a part of history astounding.  

Matt can’t help but respond, “Think of it, dad, we could use those clues to become the first people to meet aliens.” This makes you nod in agreement with him, “My life’s work would be complete.” His father sighs at the thought.

A moment goes by and the once silence was filled with the noise of a ship, it looming above your heads. “What- What is that?” The commander yells over the sounds coming from the large ship above you all. Eyes wide, as Shiro is soon pulling you along as he yells out, “Run!” But it isn’t long before the four of you are caught in a purple beam, and soon your floating in the air. 

You don’t know how much time went by but soon you awake to fuzzy thoughts as you realize you were being dragged, Matt being escorted behind you, your eyes widen in fear as you struggle against the hold of the officer. That was the last time you had seen Matt Holt.

It had been a little more than a year since you had been separated from the others, your heart aching at the thought of your boyfriend. You would do anything to have him back, but as every day went past, a piece of your heart went along with it. Your hope seemed to diminish as the days went on, but it was somewhat restored when you found Shiro, the leader of Voltron.

The reunion was messy as you cried into his chest in both relief and sadness. He had been surprised to find you on an isolated planet, fighting off the Galra officers who threatened the safety of the village you were living in. When Shiro introduced you to the team, Pidge had instantly swarmed you with hugs as you both cried, losing her brother and the love of your life.

It has taken months to gather intel on the whereabouts of his location, but you and Pidge finally managed to progress and here you were accompanying her in her Green Lion. The transponder Te-osh had given Pidge marked Matt’s location, a glimmer of hope welling up inside you as you watch your marker get closer to his. The photo of him makes you softly smile at the thought of seeing him again, “There!” Pidge’s voice alerts you but the faint, “Oh no,” She lets out causes your heart to stutter in your chest. “This- this can’t be right.” You say, looking at the condition of the planet, dread filling you. Pidge is soon racing to get there, you beside her as you watched on in fear.

The environment making you sweat in alarm, “This place. It’s completely destroyed.” You whisper, your voice barely audible, Pidge nods, “But it says he’s here.” Soon enough a building becomes visible and you decide it’s best to see what it was, the thunder rumbles as you stand beside Pidge, finally realizing it was a memorial.

Her armour translates the alien message, just outside the shrine, you could just hear the electronic voice, “In honour of the 127,098 brave warriors that stood against tyranny. The quest for freedom is won through sacrifice.” Pidge looks back at you and you can’t help the fear settling in your stomach.

In a second, the two of you are running through the thousands of graves, panting as Pidge yells, “No! Please, No!” Her voice echoing around you both. The tears well up in your eyes as you breathe heavily as you follow, dread arising in you as you mutter to yourself, “He can’t be gone, he can’t be.” The thunder getting louder as you get closer, your thoughts racing. Thoughts of Matt circled your mind as you rush forward, the electronic peeping of the transponder getting faster until it stops, instead of being greeted with the face of Matt, you are greeted with his grave.

You both stop, looking upon the marker, a sob escapes you as Pidge falls to her knees. Without warning her suit translates the print, “Matthew Holt, 0-0-1-0-0-5-” Pidge lets a sob, you fall beside her, “I’m so sorry. I was too late.” You mourn, as the rain descends the darkening sky. You scream out, the pain in your chest spreading, as Pidge looks up, eyes filled with tears, “Wait, What? Matt’s birthday is wrong.” You realize, Pidge gasps “A quantum frequency, its… It’s a message! The code.” She’s soon standing up, pulling you up with her, she quickly figures out coordinates.  

Hope flooded your insides as she gasps, “He’s alive.” Soon the two of you were on your way to him, “We’re coming, Matt.” You mutter, you squeeze Pidge’s shoulder in reassurance. The planet you land on seems to have no life on it or gravity as you and Pidge search the cave. She finds an entrance, grinning at you as you carefully walk inside, “Good going, Pidge.” You compliment, “This must be some sort of spy facility” Before you get the chance you respond, an unknown man tries to hit Pidge with his bo staff, “Watch out!” You yell as you hit him with all you’ve got. He falls to the floor, “(Y/N)?” He asks you stop in your tracks. He takes his mask off and the face you are greeted with makes you let out a sob, “Matt?” You run into him, taking a hold of his face, thumb brushing his cheek. The grin on his face as he tightly brings you into his chest, tears staining his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I missed you.” You sob, he tightens his hold on you before pulling away and pressing his lips to yours. An exaggerated groan escapes Pidge, who watched the reunion. “Is it my turn yet?” Matt breaks away from you, “Pidge?” She runs into his arms, “Oh, my gosh!” She cries, “I can’t believe you found me. It doesn’t seem possible.” He smiles as he brings the two of you into his arms.

“Let’s get out of here.” He grins, his arms wrapped around his two favourite women, his heart soaring as he cuddled them. Now that he had you both back he would never let you go again.


Tagging: @instantangelstudent

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Just came from a “after MLK” film and discussion event after doing a silent march.

Every time one of us looses we ALL loose.

Do you really think people would still be dying of Cancer, Hep C, A.I.D.S. , heart disease, or premature birth death if every black and gay person and every woman were all given the chance to hold a microscope in their hands  like most white, straight men do?

 I help promote slavery.

Today, January 16th 2017.

In America.

My college like most colleges funds prisons which are essentially slave labor.

Capitalism cannot work w/out slave labor.

Look it up.

Why do you think we needed the “3 strike rule” after the civil right movement? We needed to put our black slaves back in their place.

But what do I do? drop out? fight back and get kicked out? Live in poverty or live off black unpaid labor?

We need change and we need it now. Before we all loose more. Before more families get torn apart.

I think socialism and a fair tax is where we need to start.

What do you think?

and more importantly my fellow white friends what are you going to do to make sure you  are not taken away next?

Virgo - Eyes of Divine

The lines and poetry of sacred geometry and mechanical movement come to life before the Virgo eyes.
Sacred geometry is the sort of experience the Ancients believed was nourishing for the soul. Virgo becomes intimate with the earth and its divine faculties with more voracity than any sign. There are details perceivable to only the
Virgo, like nervous signals jump from their fingertips into their
surroundings and electrify the invisible engineering. The Virgo individual is very sensitive to elements, precision, accuracy, and seemingly insignificant components, but nothing is simple to the Virgo, and they recognise
the duty and usefulness of everything, the whole dynamic of seasons and earth, the equilibrium and the silent movement. This is what makes Virgo tremendous at occult studies, specifically those requiring analysis like astrology and numerology, and those involving healing properties like minerals and witchcraft. Through intense observation of surroundings, through holding a
microscope to every leaf and flower, through watching the reverent dance of the sunrise as they measure the motion by time,
they identify with the part of themselves that is infinite. They can unify with the part of themselves that is pure, that is untainted awareness and magnificence and beauty.

-Cherry

Current

Another step and thought and

Curse I’m already committed

Already a devotee

A heart and lungs

And tongue

I’m already an age

And language

Better pick each piece

Apart meditate or

Hold each moment microscopic

Better write my inner world

In context 

There is no exit

Existence is a thousand broken eyes

Better ask out of time questions

Better woof my wings 

Turn howls to words

Better become some sort of sun

Or phoenix

Or withering palace singing

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My local crag, so much better before the local council sandblasted away all the graffiti.
Falling from that highball (Physical Graffiti E5 6b) utterly sucks, especially when you feel bold enough to chance it when you’re partner who has your mat is a noshow.
Crimpy, slabby mess thats forever kicked my ass, stupid microscopic polished holds :(

The lines and poetry of sacred geometry and mechanical movement come to life before the Virgo eyes.
Sacred geometry is the sort of experience the Ancients believed was nourishing for the soul. Virgo becomes intimate with the earth and its divine faculties with more voracity than any sign. There are details perceivable to only the
Virgo, like nervous signals jump from their fingertips into their
surroundings and electrify the invisible engineering. The Virgo individual is very sensitive to elements, precision, accuracy, and seemingly insignificant components, but nothing is simple to the Virgo, and they recognise
the duty and usefulness of everything, the whole dynamic of seasons and earth, the equilibrium and the silent movement. This is what makes Virgo tremendous at occult studies, specifically those requiring analysis like astrology and numerology, and those involving healing properties like minerals and witchcraft. Through intense observation of surroundings, through holding a
microscope to every leaf and flower, through watching the reverent dance of the sunrise as they measure the motion by time,
they identify with the part of themselves that is infinite. They can unify with the part of themselves that is pure, that is untainted awareness and magnificence and beauty.

-Cherry

anonymous asked:

i just remember how tmz has changed the story at least twice so far, and edited together stuff from months ago (one vid they used from aug) so for all we know harvey could have been like GUYS I NEED A PIC OF LOUIS WITH THE STROLLER FOR THIS MONTAGE. CAN YOU DO THIS? THANKS. no date needed. like fandom will know, but gp will just be like "look at this doting and loving father"

Exactly. The tabloid story doesn’t need to hold up under a microscope, it just needs to be loud and messy enough to capture everyone’s attention. All of the pieces are there, it could literally happen at any time.

anonymous asked:

omg I 'm reading your Riarkle posts and I'm loving them they're my otp the Corpanga of the show don't you think so? Now I was reading your post about how better their relationship is than Rucas and you mentioned the episode Belief I don't remember it too much so what happened with Riarkle in that episode? I can't wait until we see Riley developing feelings for Farkle but doesn't it seem like she has been flirting with him a little in recent episodes like STEM?

Thank you! I definitely think they have a lot of parallels to Corpanga and if there can only be one endgame couple, my money would be on Riarkle for sure. 

In belief, Riley & Farkle have the following conversation:

Riley: Why did my father assign us Jefferson? I get that he wrote the Declaration of Independence. He said, “We hold these truths to be self-evident.” Is that what he wants us to know? That believing in something is just the obvious thing to do?
Farkle: Not to me. A scientist needs to hold things under a microscope, Riley. That’s the only way to really understand what’s right in front of you.
Riley: Did you ever think that when you look through a microscope, you miss the bigger picture?
Farkle: No.

This is Farkle’s reaction after he says, no. You can see the wheels turning. He’s thinking about what Riley has said. She’s managed to put a little dent in that armor of science that Farkle stands behind. Only a very very tiny one, but that’s more headway than Lucas or Maya made. Telling, no?

And essentially, Riarkle’s conversation almost vaguely parallels the Lucaya conversation in what it achieves. Basically, the conversations highlight that they have differing points of view, but they’re able to discuss the topic respectfully, while also learning from one another. Riley & Lucas agreed on everything, so they got nothing from being partnered. Farkle was fine with going along with Maya’s slacking, so they got nothing from being partnered. Farkle/Lucas & Riley/Maya butted heads on the topic (Farkle/Lucas because of Farkle’s “Science trumps all” and Maya/Riley because Riley kept pushing Maya). So, even though they had a lot to learn from one another, they couldn’t really take advantage of that. But, in this particular case, Lucaya & Riarkle were able to have a calm conversation about their differing opinions and that points to how nicely they work together.

And re: flirting, I think she may be, but she’s not aware of it. Her Farkle feels are buried deep down under all her Lucas, white horsey princess dreams. But hey, she called him handsome, so maybe they’re getting somewhere. 

unbreakablejemmasimmons  asked:

For the meme: Fitz & Simmons, #4.

2 characters + number: I’m flirting with you.
Future AU. PG.

Fitz stared blankly at Jemma, completely befuddled by her behavior both all day and just now, when she’d placed a cup of tea next to his work space and then smiled beatifically at him. Without blinking. For almost thirty whole seconds.

“Alright, I’m sorry, but - what the hell’s going on, Jemma?”

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anonymous asked:

"Sherlock, come take a look at this," John said having been sitting at Sherlock's microscope all morning long. "What is it?" Sherlock asks. "I was hoping you could tell me," John replies and gets up so the consulting detective can take a look. "There's an inscription," Sherlock says and starts to read it, "will, you, marry, me?" "Well?" John asks, taking the ring out from under the microscope and holding it up, "will you?" "Yes," Sherlock agrees crying, it's the proposal he's always wanted.

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