aa hi orriculum sent me over to you, im the same anon. i asked them this question: "sorry to bother you but do you have any resources for how moon and the other planets (venus, mars, etc) zodiac signs work? i dont really understand astrology very well but i really want to learn but i dont know where to start exactly. i get the moon moves through the signs faster than the earth, but is there a resource online that tracks and explains it?" i want to start learning astrology but idrk where to start
I’ll use the current moment’s transits to demonstrate.
Pretend that this is your natal chart, and imagine earth (specifically your place of birth) at the very center of it. The signs, planets, and houses surround you, placing their energy upon you, shaping your personality, needs, instincts, talents, challenges, quirks, potential – everything you are. Earth is not included in astrology because it represents you, your position in the universe; it’s based on geocentrism, Ptolemy’s model of the solar system. All astrological phenomena is calculated from our perspective, with earth at the center.
There are three primary components in astrological charts – the Zodiac, the houses, and the planets. The Zodiac is a belt of static, neutral energy along the ecliptic divided into twelve equal parts (signs) whose unique archetypes define different expressions of the human psyche. The houses are twelve mathematical points, also along the ecliptic, that represent all areas of human life and experience. The planets are active bodies of energy which represent various elements of the human psyche. Each of these factors operate independently of each other & orient themselves based on date, time, and the relevant location on earth. They are constantly moving & their perpetual motion is referred to as “transits.” The natal chart is a snapshot of those transits at the moment & place of your birth. Their positions come together to create vibrant, complex illustrations of each individual’s mind, heart, soul, body, and life.
Returning to the first image, if you were born today, you would have your sun (☉) in Gemini (♊) because from our perspective, at this time of year, the sun transits through the section of the 360°
belt of the Zodiac that we call Gemini. The sun represents the ego, will, and sense of self; Gemini is an adaptable social sign that values intellect, exploration, and communication. Thus, you are a clever, curious, talkative individual; you assert your role in the world as a learner and a speaker. You wish to share your experience of life with others. You also have your moon in Aries. The moon represents the more instinctive and natural side of your mind, what you learned in childhood, and the core of your emotionality. Aries is a driven self-centric sign that values passion, self-assertion, and taking action. Thus, you tend to have very strong emotions that you typically like to express bravely with force & rawness. You have powerful instincts and can be impulsive as a result. When you bring the houses into the equation, it adds another dimension of intricate psychological depth and shows where & why you express your traits a certain way. Aspects (the angles, or relationships, between planets) bring in even more detail.
This is how charts work. The insight your natal chart provides is practically boundless; we’ve barely even scratched the surface of who you are.
I PR’d again I can’t fricking believe it 🏆🏆🏆 I scrolled way back to December 2015 when I first started running after my surgery. My average (AVERAGE!!) pace was 13'38 per kilometer. Today I hit 8'15. Average. That means I can run faster than 8'15. I’m still too slow but I’ll get there. It took me two years (with a 6 month break cause I injured my foot). I’m getting better and better and I think I’ll hit the desired 6'30 soon. I’m not rushing anywhere. I have all the time in the world.
hi 🤗 I just saw on your strava that you do speed work and as I recently got into running I was wondering what exactly you do. I don't know very much about running tbh 😂🙈
Hey! 😁 haha ok well honestly at first it is confusing! I am still learning myself. Basically I have a heart rate monitor and I train according to my heart rate zones, so a lot of my running is long and slow to keep my heart rate low (zone 2) which helps to build a good base fitness, allows you to do more endurance running, actually makes you faster in the long term (I know it’s a weird concept to go slow to get fast but it’s a tried and tested method) and uses fat primarily as a fuel source. Then once a week I’ll do speed work which is basically just going as fast as I’m capable of going for a short distance, last week I did 2x 1km intervals with a rest in between. Doing that just gives you an idea of how you’re progressing in your training, plus for me it just helps me to remember what it feels like to bust my ass hahahaha it’s painful af to go as fast as you can but it’s a good shock to the system and helps me prepare for races like when I do a 5km parkrun and need to endure that sort of pain for longer than I would usually.
I am really enjoying zone training, there is lots of info on the internet about it if you want to get into it! Otherwise if you’re just starting out my biggest tip would be to start off extremely small for the first few months, if I were you I wouldn’t personally try going further than 2-3km for a run because it’s very easy to injure yourself when running; your cardiovascular system often develops faster than your legs so you might feel like you’re capable of going faster but your legs aren’t at that level yet and you end up hurting yourself… and then you’re potentially out of the game for weeks!
Wonton and Parsley already weigh over the silkie cock standard weight 😂
Chicks grow way faster when they have a surface heater instead of a heat lamp. This is our first time trying it and we used to have to wait twice the amount to put the chooks outside, but with the “Electric Hen” they were fully feathered by 4 weeks! I’ve got some Cochins and OEG under a homemade heating pad brooder right now and my brother has sumatras and the other two OEG under the electric hen and they’re so much more content than babies who have the heating lamp. It’s just a lot more natural, the surface heaters they can snuggle up against and at night they can actually sleep, they can’t do that as well with a heating lamp.
So mondays are when we gotta defend our cases to our supervisors, lile, why we think the diagnosis is this or that, based on what, what do we plan to do about it, what theory we wanna put into practice and why, what have you. It can get lengthy, so I usually get out pretty late and when it’s dark out, and I walk home, mostly using backroads and such, because I dislike crowds and it’s faster.
Where all of this is leading is that on the way to said backroads, I do pass through one main road, which is where this Ominously Out Of Place Church is smack in the middle of hilariously unimpressive, run of the mill buildings, and I love looking at it because I have an erection for gothic architecture and because it sticks out so much.
A/N: Not to sure about this one. But I needed to write something to get rid of this block i’m having.
Harvey wasn’t sure how many of these pathetic interviews he had
done. But he wanted them to be over. None of these kids, had what it took. He
knew he was supposed to hire someone but none had even an ounce of potential.
He had hoped that having Donna give him signals would make the process go
faster, maybe if he did all the interviews and still didn’t find anyone Jessica
would let him get away without hiring a new associate.
So far it wasn’t really working.
He had just finished one and was move about the room, trying
to not let his annoyance build enough to show on his face, he was to the point
he was cursing Jessica under his breath and thinking of creative ways to get
He could hear Donna picking on someone, and smiled at least
she was enjoying this. He looked over at her and she winked, whatever had been said
between her and the man most have been impressive.
Hopeful, he headed for his desk to make it look like he had
been doing something more important than stalling between interviews.
He heard footsteps behind him so he tuned to greet the young
man. His first impression was attractive but young. He learned early on in life
that the young ones tended to be clingy and he didn’t have the patience’s or
time for that.
I had a really bad week, like, getting fired week.. so, here I am reading transference all over again and I'm feeling better now. Kinda sad that bts is the only thing that makes me happy rn in my sad adult life, I should be getting laid and tie up.. but, thats ok. Reading awesome smut and drinking wine, while looking for new jobs.
It’s not sad that BTS is what’s helping get you through. I feel like a lot of us (myself included) have used their music to cope with hardships. I use “Tomorrow” a lot for that.
I’m glad Transference made you feel a little better, considering the crap you’re dealing with. I just reorganized my fic recs blog @irisficrecs, so people can get to the smut faster lmao! I wish you the best of luck in finding a new job soon, anon.
The human steps onto the station from her shuttle, and walks into the scanner. It flashes - no weapons. I pity her, though there’s nothing I can do for her. By tomorrow she will be a slave the same as me; the Gaunvans collect ambassadors like trophies.
“Hello there! Amanda Thorn, ambassador for the Empire of Humanity. You’re a Ixian, correct?”
Mimicking human body language, I nod my head. "That’s correct. Ix Malasan. It is an honor to meet you.“
She smiles, reminding me again that she has somehow modified herself to breathe atmosphere suited to the Gaunvans rather than wear a respirator like myself. Other than that she appears to be a standard human, something I am led to believe is less and less common as they pursue the bizarre compulsion humans have to alter their bodies. Changing hair color, adding pigments to their skins in patterns and pictures, growing long tails or ears that mimic other species from their planet. No other known species tampers with their bodies like this.
“Not to be undiplomatic, she says, "but the Gaunvans enslaved your people. Why are you here?”
“We… reached a mutually beneficial agreement. We would have lost in combat and been eliminated, so we chose to preserve what we could of our culture. The Gaunvans are not naturally skilled at diplomacy, so they bring me along to assist and to show that peace can be made.”
She nods. "Understood. I can respect that choice. How much freedom do you have, personally?“
Smart of her, to start planning for her future. "A fair amount. I have free reign on the ship when we are in transit. At the homeworld I have reasonably comfortable quarters.”
“Have you ever met the Empress, or…?”
“Oh, no. No, while on the homeworld I am confined to my chambers - but they’re quite spacious.”
“Shame. Okay, plan ‘A’ then. Let’s get this over with.”
Despite my attempt at encouraging diplomacy, the Gaunvan commander starts with threats. I don’t know why I bother. He looms over the human, chitinous plates almost black in the dim light. His pod of six is posted around the room, for show more than for actual security since she followed orders and came alone and unarmed. "Failure to surrender will bring the full wrath of our army upon you. Humanity will be crushed, and wiped from the universe.“
To her credit, she looks very calm. "We live in a post-scarcity society. Bloody conquest just seems silly, doesn’t it?”
“It is for the glory of Gaun!”
“Well, I’m not prepared to get into a religious debate with you,” she says, “since I doubt there’s anything I can do to change your mind. Since you’re committed to this course of action, what are you willing to offer if we surrender?”
Now he goes back on script. Maybe I am getting through to him a little? He talks about the benefits of being enslaved, mainly the protections for up to twelve designated culturally historical sites. They’ve been mostly good on their word on my homeworld, though they did use the area just outside of the Hahhn Memorial as a waste dump.
She nods as she listens. There was a part of me that was worried she would argue, because the humans are somewhat childlike. They don’t understand the horrors of war. Certainly they fought in the past, but the last time they had to battle was more than two of their generations ago, so these ones have all grown up coddled and soft. They play games with each other instead, silly competitions. They make art, and play pretend, and alter their bodies for fun. They don’t have weapons anymore, and wouldn’t know how to use them if they did.
“Well then,” ambassador Thorn says, “this is about what I expected. On behalf of humanity, I would like to formally reject this offer.”
Oh no. Foolish humans. The galaxy will miss your innocence. The commander makes an excited clicking noise, looking forward to combat. He reaches a blade-tipped hand towards ambassador Thorn, but hesitates as every device in the room bleats out an alert - we’ve all lost communications with the outside.
Like one of the dances humans do, she gracefully pivots around while taking his hand. She ends up close to him and places her other arm against his thorax, then… oh gods. Gods, what… she’s ripped his arm off. It’s not possible. The commander is clearly thinking the same thing, staring in mute shock at his dripping limb.
“I’d like to extend a counter-offer,” she says, and flips the arm around before jamming the bladed end into his neck. The warriors around the room are fidgeting, uncertain. They haven’t been told to attack, and don’t want to dishonor their commander by intervening in a fight with such a small creature. She’s still holding the commander’s severed arm in his neck, but she rotates and heaves, lifting him off the ground with it for a moment… and then his head pops off, landing squarely on the conference table. She allows the corpse to slide to the ground, and straightens her clothes as if they aren’t covered in ichor.
I don’t understand.
The warriors, now with no orders at all, finally act. She smiles as they come for her, I suppose because she has done her duty to send this powerful message of resistance. She can die in peace. Or… no… She’s killing them. She’s smiling because this is fun for her. Though they’re partly killing themselves; if there had been two of them, prepared, strategic, they might have prevailed. Watching six panicked fighters get in each other’s way while trying to stop a smaller, faster, and somehow impossibly stronger foe is almost hypnotic. At least one is killed by the stab of a friendly lance due to pure confusion. It’s over faster than I would have thought possible, severed limbs strewn across the room. I’ve got some fluids splashed across my clothing. Only one yet lives, and he is retreating. She seems to be allowing it.
She follows behind, holding a lance. The wounded and scared warrior scurries down the hallway towards his ship, looking back behind him as he goes. She’s just… walking. Calm. And for some reason I’m following. The last Gaunvan reaches the airlock and the second he enters his code she throws the lance - throws it! - and spears him.
“Come on, we’re stealing their ship.” She says it like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“There are thousands more on board! Thousands! Almost all warrior caste!”
She smiles again, and keeps walking. I see errors on the screens that we pass, messages indicating communications have been lost. They can’t tell anyone what is happening here. Even the communicators within the ship are on nodes rather than being wired, so the warriors at one end of the vessel won’t be able to coordinate with the other end. Do they even know they’ve been boarded?
We enter the bridge after she kills a handful of other guards with ease. They’re too shocked by her presence to act in time. Once the door are sealed and she is working on the control systems she starts talking to me again.
“Well, you know, we do like to be prepared.”
“But you… you ripped his arm off.”
“Yeah, that was super satisfying.” She looks at me appraisingly. "Oh, come on. Is it really that surprising? You knew we were into changing ourselves, right? Being strong enough to pop an overgrown bug’s forelimb off isn’t rocket science.“
"Your people are so peaceful…”
“Oh, sure, most of them. But we did that, too. Tweaked ourselves over the years to decrease aggression and some of our tribalistic tendencies, increase empathy… all stuff that can be undone if needed. Though for a good cause even the nicest of us can squish a bug or two.”
“You bond with Ry'ling devourers!”
“Those are the big fuzzy guys that look like cats, yeah? Those guys are adorable! But… look, liking some things that could kill us doesn’t mean we’ll sit back and get enslaved. We didn’t put up with it well when we enslaved each other, and we certainly aren’t going to go for it now that we’re… finally… on the same page about slavery being unacceptable. It was, uh, a longer time than we like to admit before the last hold-outs were convinced of that one.”
I can feel the ship un-dock. We’re moving. "What about all the warriors on board? They’ll break through the doors eventually!“
"Not according to this control panel here. Take a look.”
It says there’s no atmosphere in the rest of the ship. Life signs are negative on all but two of the warriors, presumably the only ones that got to their suits in time. She disabled all the safety measures, somehow. She just killed… I check the life signs readout again to confirm the number… three thousand, six hundred, and fourteen soldiers. Wait, how is it tracking that unless… “Are communications back up?”
“Yeah, I’m calling some friends. The military is right around the corner, so to speak.”
“But Earth doesn’t have a standing military.”
She laughs. Not just a little bit. She’s actually doubled over for a moment, unable to catch her breath. "Sweet Jeebus, you guys actually fell for that? No standing military. Have you read about us at all?“
Three ships appear seemingly out of nowhere, and one docks with the Gaunvan vessel. Once the atmosphere is restored we head to the airlock to meet them, and I’m surprised by an entire platoon of Gaunvan warriors. Speaking English.
"Okay boys, send your last goodbyes! This is in all likelihood a one way mission. Commander Thorn! It is an honor to see you again, and might I say you look exquisite drenched in the blood of your enemies!”
She bows to him, blushing, and then salutes the Gaunvans. Or… humans? Can they change themselves this drastically?
“You’ve got two holed up in here somewhere. Bridge is clear, have the techs bring the new brain on board.”
She looks at me like she’s forgotten that I’m here, and then turns back to the others. "Men, this is our new friend Ix Malasan who has just been liberated from his captivity. He’s going to be helping with our intel. Malasan, yeah, a new brain for the ship. Once this vessel is cleaned up and back in service with a new crew we’ll be able to take it over whenever we want even if all of our boys get killed. We cooked up a really sadistic AI for it.“
"But how do you know the protocols? This was your first contact with the Gaunvans, they’ve never lost a ship anywhere near here!”
“No? There wasn’t a mining colony disaster two years ago?”
“But that was just an accident… and you weren’t even involved in the war yet… and…”
The faux-Gaunvans have finished boarding. The one that was talking to them before puts a bladed claw on ambassador - commander - Thorn’s shoulder. "You coming with?“
"Naw. Orders said I could only come if they allow ambassadors near extremely high value targets. Malasan here says they don’t, so I need to wait for my next mission back on Earth.”
“It would have been nice having you with us, Thorn. Well, maybe we’ll see each other again. Suicide mission or not, I think I’ve decided to live through it.”
“Bold choice,” she says, and kisses him next to his lower mandibles.
He nods at me, then turns back to his men. “Okay everyone, we are now officially on the job. And what is that job?”
In unison, they start chanting.
“FUCK! SHIT! UP! FUCK! SHIT! UP! FUCK! SHIT! UP!”
For a moment I nearly feel pity for the Gaunvans. Nearly. Commander Thorn leads me off of the ship, and I start thinking about what useful information I can provide the ‘harmless’ humans. Fuck shit up, indeed.
I’ve seen people disappointed about the movie, and wanting a Season 2 in October.
My perspective is… This is the BEST NEWS THAT I HAVE HEARD in this fandom, hallelujah.
The biggest enemy that Yuri on Ice has always had is its own success. When your show is basically printing money in DVD and merchandise sales, you can bet that the higher ups are breathing down your neck. Do more. Do it now. Do it faster. If you find a goose that lays golden eggs, by all means, make that thing lay as fast as it freaking can, and while you’re at it, can you make those eggs any bigger?
I have seen success absoutely ruin amazing shows/series/book series/etc. Over and over and over again.
This is particularly true when the show/series/book series has a strong romantic subplot, as Yuri on Ice does. That’s because often, in order to keep people who are invested in the romance invested, shows tend to do one of two things: 1. Keep people from getting together long after any reasonable person could imagine that they’d be apart, or 2. Add ridiculous drama to keep splitting them apart and then getting them back together.
I trust Kubo and Yamamoto. I don’t for one second trust bean counters. And I absolutely do NOT want to see someone splitting up Yuri and Victor in nonorganic ways just to keep some unnaturally stupid tension. Yuri on Ice was magical because it was made with love–every aspect of it–and every time the show surprised us, it was with how much more love was in the show than we’d ever imagined. But it is hard to manage that fine line between enough internal tension to move the story forward and that love that makes Yuri on Ice utterly magical.
When I heard details about the production, I could sense that love. They traveled to every venue, constructed the story around what was actually possible. The spirit of everywhere they went to pervades each scene. You can line up shots of where they were with anime scenes. The way they constructed characters, their skates, the music for their skates, how it all fits together to tell an overarching story about love in all its forms, something that is utterly compelling and yet lacks villains. Even details like putting the wedding rings on the right hand. This is storytelling at its very damned best, at every level, and I’m on my knees to it.
And you want them to do what they did in years for season 1 in a matter of months? It’s not possible. Not with the site visits. Not with needing to construct characters with respect and love. Not with commissioning music. Kubo was talking on Twitter today about visiting Mexico, and the idea of her taking Leo’s heritage as a Mexican American so seriously, and with such respect, in a time when Mexican-Americans are being absolutely vilified in this country, makes me almost weepy. That is what I want–that love, that respect for what they do.
The very, very worst thing that could happen to Yuri on Ice is for the second season to be made with money in mind rather than love. I would rather have no second season than to see someone push this show to become more “mainstream” (read: toning down the queerness, fuck that), or for them to not have the time to develop a story line that continues season 1 with the mastery and the love that made it so special.
The fact that they’re taking their time is the best thing I could have heard. We can get it fast or we can get it good. There’s plenty of media out there that comes out fast. There’s a reason this one was special. Everyone who wants something fast, well, there’s plenty of crap out there–feel free to be a fan of it.
Have a little patience, and trust the people who brought you this piece of genius, who have every financial incentive to take as much money as possible. If they say you’re not getting a season 2 this year, you better believe that it’s because they can’t do it well.
Two years may sound like an eternity, but a crappy season is the thing that actually lasts forever.
SO WELL I recently have been working on my first merchandise which will be Persona 5 sticker. They’re all done and colored, so I hope I can print a few samples soon and then get them ready for pre-orders. Will keep you updated guys, though I do recommend following me on Twitter because you’ll know faster on there
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I wanted to draw these two relaxing/talking in that overlook in the Cathedral Ward. It’s one of my favorite places to go in-game and I thought it’d be a nice place to have a quiet date.
Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.
honestly, my favourite tony trope is him surviving so much bullshit that everyone starts to believe that he's actually immortal. Villains start just giving up on actually killing him, and either incapacitate him or make sure he's unavailable when they start the fight. Some of the more egotistical ones go out of their way to try. There's many conspiracy theories about him, and how it's possible that he's survived. One of his favourite pastimes is reading the more outlandish ones. (Tree)
Listen. It’s common knowledge among the villains of the world. If you’re anywhere close to being a professional Badguy, then you’ve heard the stories. You know the rumours.
Tony Stark Does Not Die. So for God’s sake, do not be stupid enough to try.
Some of the newbies, they ask. They wonder why no-one tries to shoot a fatal hit, why they never even bother to go for Iron Man.
The older, more weary villains just roll their eyes and mutter “don’t wanna waste my firepower. Save your shots for the ones that will actually stay dead, kid,”
“That asshole crawled out of a cave with a hole in his chest and still managed to kick everyone’s ass,” someone pipes up moodily from the corner.
There’s a sudden bang as a hand slaps on the counter, and the newbie turns to see another grim-looking villain.“I once shot straight through him. Laser right through the stomach. You know what that piece of shit did?” The guy gestures to his lack of foot. “He Goddamn turned around and shot my leg off! and then he just sort of looked down and shrugged at his own fatal wound. He told me I had it worse, and that he was ‘sorry’. Who even does that?”
“I crushed him,” says another, “he just buried out the other way and then caught me a day later. It took me years to get out of prison.”
“I planted a virus in his suit while he was thousands of miles above sea, and not only did he defend it, but he traced my source and sent it back. Thousands and thousands of dollar’s worth of tech, gone,” someone shouts miserably from across the room. “He didn’t even have a fucking keyboard! Every line of code was verbal! He spoke and memorised those lines faster than I could type them, and I goddamn invented the thing!”
A bottle of… something, flies across the room. Obviously everyone is very bitter about this.
The newbie, because they’re always like this at the start; over-confident and stiflingly cocky, puffs their chest and looks them all in the eye. “you just haven’t been thinking about it hard enough. I’ll kill him. Just watch.”
Everyone descends into hysterical laughter. Someone is crying. No one in the room is Okay.
“Whatever you say, whatever you think or plan, he’s one step ahead. Don’t, for your sake, please. Take Thor. Or Cap. Or maybe the Widow, if you’re feeling brave? But just… don’t waste your time with him. Try and keep him away, instead. That’s all we can ask for,” says someone next to her, obviously taking pity.
“He might be smart, but he’ll have no idea what’s coming when I step on the scene!” Newbie growls. “Listen-”
A few miles across, Tony Stark listens to the whole conversation via a bug he planted in the known Villain Hiding-Spot, and smiles smugly.
“Damn straight,” he mutters, before calling in the rest of the Avengers to gloat.
inspired by a post sara reblogged (this one, specifically) and the resulting conversation about different love spells, where she suggested i write the fic. i said no, go away, it’s late. then i stayed up and wrote the fic.
This doesn’t make any sense.
Though they’d never admit it—Dean especially would never admit it—they’re practically witches themselves at this point. Sam isn’t deluded enough to think otherwise. He has a fair share of spells up his sleeve that he knows by heart by now, a few more he’s working on remembering, and some he still struggles with the incantation, but at the end of the day they frequently speak Latin and throw herbs into flames, so, logically, they’re witches, or close enough to it.
And it’s because of this (and his own unfortunate experience that no one must ever speak of again, thanks) that Sam knows a love spell when he sees one.
what i want in a sinnoh remake: a very long list of unreasonable demands
- diamond and pearl opening- bring back being attacked by starly. c’mon. that as a fully animated cutscene would be a lot more impactful than platinum’s opening
- and while we’re at lake verity, throw in a mesprit sighting. links the player into the overarching plot much earlier on; when did we first hear about the lake spirits in the originals? celestic town? i cant remember it’s been too long
- speaking of surfing, for the love of Arceus please make surfing faster and reduce the encounter rate for water (and caves while we’re at it- mt. coronet without repels is more of a hell than the distortion world could ever hope to be)
- bidoof is every ride pokemon. need to fly somewhere? tie it to a drifblim. surf? tape it to a floatzel. fight me.
The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.
As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.