Mercury is the closets planet to the the sun, and has an orbital period on 88.7 days. Mercury’s orbit is not a perfect circle, so its distance from the sun varies. The minimum distance from the sun to Mercury is 28.5 million miles and the maximum distance is 43.5 million miles. It takes Mercury 175.9 days to rotate on its own axis, this mean that a ‘Mercurian’ year is shorter than a ‘Mercurian’ day.
With such an short orbital period, it means that Mercury goes retrograde about 3-4 times a year.
Mercury rules over Gemini and Virgo (and exalted in Aquarius) and stays in one sign for about 14-30 days, due to its orbit around the sun. Because Mercury is so close to the sun it can never be more than 28 degrees away from your sun sign, so it can either be in the sign before, after or in the same sign as your sun sign, depending on how many degrees your sun sign is.
In Roman mythology:
Mercury is the Messenger of the Gods. His job was to give information and news from the world to the great god Jupiter, and his wife Juno. Mercury can be compared to Hermes in Greek mythology.
Keywords for Mercury in the signs:
Mercury in Aries: Motivated, wild, reasonable.
Mercury in Taurus: Steady, witty, innocent.
Mercury in Gemini: Talkative, optimistic, open minded.
Mercury in Cancer: Nostalgic, caring, whiny.
Mercury in Leo: Creative, shy, wise.
Mercury in Virgo: Analytic, honest, clam.
Mercury in Libra: Highly intelligent, idealistic, witty.
Mercury in Scorpio: Quiet, honest, bitter.
Mercury in Sagittarius: Confident, fearless, adaptable.
Mercury in Capricorn: Nervous, quiet, steady in their opinions.
Can we all (w'all?) see some hero/villain childhood friends starters?
See here and here. There are probably others dotted in my archive too.
1) The covert operation was heartbeats away from being blown open before it even started as the security at the door eyed them with suspicion. The next heartbeat - “Oh my god, [name]?” The hero’s spine straightened, startled, and they whipped around. “Oh my god.” “It’s really you, isn’t it?” The villain looked at them in utter delight. They drew them in, clapped them on the back and looked at their companions, before glancing at the security. “It’s alright, this is an old friend of mine. Make a note to have the bartender give them whatever they want on the house.” “You could join us for a drink?”
2) “Children know each other in strange ways, different to how adults know each other,” the villain murmured. “There is a certainty, even in blindness, because what matters most is there unshaken. People are what they are to you. They could never be anything else.” “I don’t know how to know you anymore,” the hero allowed, softly. “All I have is questions. Doubts.” “See, that’s the problem. Questions.” The villain sighed. “This fell apart the second you started asking me why.” “Someone had to. You have no limits.” “Now, see. You’ve given yourself a why already.” God, they were going in circles. Nostalgia made it impossible to move forward, to learn more. The hero shook their head in a futile attempt to clear it.
3) They couldn’t stand to even look at each other - it reminded too much of the past. They placed a desperate chess game instead, shoving their pieces, pawns and soldiers at each other across the board as if that way they could keep each other at a distance. Avoid. If they must be so irrevocably, so helplessly, drawn to each other let it be an orbit, a perfect distance. Never touching. Because nothing could be the same if they collided.
4) “[Name! I didn’t know you were back for the holidays. Are you seeing your folks? How are they. Come in, come, tell me everything. [Hero’s name] will be so pleased to see you!”” In the other room, the hero froze. Their heart stuttered. After all that time, with everything going on, it couldn’t…they surged to their feet, reaching the hall in time to see the villain offer their mother a friendly smile and a hug. Relatives flooded to greet the villain happily, all warm curiosity and questions. As if it was still before.” “What,” the hero managed to gasp out. “Are you doing here?” “Dinner,” their mother said. “You absolutely must stay for dinner.” “Actually,” the villain gave a sheepish grin. “I was wondering if [hero’s name] could come out to play?” Their mother laughed at how familiar the words were. The hero felt like they’d been sucker punched.
The rules are simple: Just send me one of these DBZA quotes to get my muse’s response!
I swear, I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.
I’m Vic Mignogna! Ahh my poor vocal cords!
OH, GO FUCK YOURSELF!
Now they’ll just waste their lives in a futile struggle to measure up to their peers until they’re nothing more than a crumpled heap of countless failures of broken dreams.
It’s edited by the Tiger Kitty!
If he could be any more of a whore for Adobe, they would’ve branded their logo on his ass.
I am hilarious and you will quote everything I say.
Oh no, I’m not a monkey! Oh no, the kid’s a monkey!
Hey, let that (name) alone!
Maybe I’m gay. Or maybe stereotypes are bullshit.
Guess I’ll do what any sensible Middle American would do in this situation: GIT MAH GUN!
BOOBS! I mean, (name)… Hi!
Yes, (name), I’m a green freakin’ dinosaur.
Take that, moon. Perfect orbit, my ass.
Hi, I’m (name)! And this is (name). He/she was a prison bitch!
I’m gonna eviscerate you and use your gastrointestinal tract as a condom while I fornicate with your skull!
Okay, consider yourself beef jerky while I’m Filet Mignon.
The eye! The eye! Why is always that goddamned eye!!??
We’ve been flying for two weeks now, and I’m starting to feel very tensed up. Not just for being trapped on the ship of course, but from (name) walking around in nothing but his/her underwear! I would relieve this tension, but I’ve had no alone time as the toilet KEEPS SCREAMING AT ME!!
So in short, shit be whack, yo!
Dammit, there is no muffin button!
I’m sorry, but if this shit goes any further south, we’re going to hit Space Mexico.
I’m coming, (name)! Quick, grab my balls!
Oh no, that minion died. Could you go fix that? We’ll continue this conversation never.
Freaky Alien Genotype.
Now let me put this in a way you’ll understand; I’m about to blow my load all over your insides.
I need an adult…
I am an adult!
Big talk coming from a bipedal bitch.
ALL OF MY HATE!
Son of a gum-chewing funk monster! Why the fruit does all this funny stuff happen to me? Forget my life! Always surrounded by miserable failing clods! It’s like this whole world just likes to bend me over and find me in the Alps! Like I’m some sort of shlock receptacle! Well as far as I care, these miserable cows can have a fancy barbecue, WITH A GODDAMN PIG!
Why can’t I feel my everything?
Every party needs a pooper, that’s why they invited you. Party pooper. Party pooper.
Renegade for life.
I never left, sir. I was outside, hitting my head against the wall for 20 minutes.
And so I tell him, ‘I don’t care who you are, now clean my jowls!’
Well Sir, if you’re having a problem with our Customer Support you can call 1-800-eat-a-dick!
Oh god. NATURAL LIGHT!
Did you try working the shaft?
Somehow we made this into a three-way.
I feel that they have finally summoned the dragon. Would be a reeeal dick move to die right now…
Ahh, if we had junk you’d be gay right now!
YOU CAN WIN! YOU FEEL GREAT! YOU! CAN! DO! THIS!
I’m beginning to think I have issues.
Hax! I call hax!
See, it’s like I told you, (name). “Like a bitch.”
You know what? All of you better duck, because I’m about to turn left and I don’t want to SMACK YOU WITH MY DICK.
Hey, I’m just like any other guy. I pay my taxes one leg at a time!
There you go again, throwing your hands up in the air like you just don’t care. CARE, DAMN IT!
I’M SO FUCKING HIGH RIGHT NOW.
Why aren’t you upstairs sleeping with your girlfriend like everyone else?
Y'all are bitches.
Oh a momma’s boy huh? I’ll be your mommy.
It’s called man-scaping.
…the fuck’s a condom?
Sooooo… Wanna go drive cars?
Look at my nipples, LOOK AT THEM!!
(name) JUST DONE STOLE MY GLASSES!
I was desperate and needed the money. And no, it wasn’t worth it.
Oh come on man! You couldn’t last, like, 30 seconds!?
And the prodigal asshole returns!
My heart is pure. Pure, unadulterated badass.
OK, first: What?! Second: The fuck?!
Oh my God, I solicited my son for sex.
Wow, you are just the Grand Central Station of disappointment, aren’t you.
Societal definitions of beauty are BS anyway.
All these squares make a circle, all these squares make a circle, all these squares make a circle…
Ohhh no. Oh, really wish I hadn’t! It’s all over my hand! Oh god, it’s sticky! And now it’s starting to harden! Oh no!
Could you speak up? I’m not wearing pants.
IS THAT ME STRONGER THAN ME?! I’LL FUCKING KILL ME!!
I’m coming, I’m coming… I came. Heh.
I AM THE HYPE!
At this point, it’s a game. If he gives in, I win. And he knows that.
When mine left, she took all my money. When yours left, she took all her money.
Sometimes you’ve got to know when to hold 'em, and know when to fold 'em. And right now, it’s foldin’ time. (name)! Grab M'Dick!
STOP FISTING ME!
Bitch, I’m adorable.
You’re either perfect or you’re not me.
You know! If I had a watch, I’d be looking at my wrist really condescendingly right now…
Well, I’d say I should’ve seen this coming, but that would be ironic.
I CAN SEE THE FUTURE!
My nipples are rigid right now!
Well, I sure hope someone picks up that phone…because I fucking called it!
I'MMA PLANT ME A DUMBASS TREE!
Seriously kid, if you don’t start bringing me meat I am literally gonna shit bricks.
Wow, I can’t remember the last time someone actually nutted up and asked for that. Congrats! Can’t wait to hear how you fuck this up.
Everyone’s getting sucked today!
Friggin’ hell. Last time I take on a guy with a pole that big.
He keeps kicking me in the dick…Why? Why does he keep kicking me in the dick?!
I have many things…a best friend that’s a turtle, an island, chlamydia… This…is not one of them.
No, you said “Hey, check this shit out!”, then jumped in a car!
If you knew that it was just a matter of changing your thought, would anything be a big deal?
Don’t have enough money? No problem, change your thought. Have a deadly disease? No problem, just change the thought. Can’t find anybody to love me? No problem, just change the thought. Work isn’t satisfying? No problem, just change the thought.
But the reason you make it such a big bugaboo, is because you’ve been convinced that it’s not that simple. You think you’ve got to change the conditions. Which means, you’ve got a lot of orchestrating to do. You’ve got a lot of other people to convince against their will. You’ve got a lot of the impossible to do before you can be happy. You see?
Not about that. Just change the thought. Just change the thought. And watch how fast the Universe scampers to deliver to you circumstances and events that are in vibrational harmony with your thought. Friends, this is not piddly little Energy. This Energy keeps your Earth spinning in its orbit in perfect proximity to other planets. We think it can help you be happy in your house! This Energy for eons has maintained the perfect vibrational balance of your planet. Do you know no new foodstuffs are being trucked in?
Esther has a lot of catalogs. Not one of them from another planet. Every single thing, all of the resources that you are now devouring today have been here from the beginning of your physical experience. That is extraordinary balance of Well-Being.
Do you see?
revolutionaryduelist said: Definitely the latter, I mean–I only picked up on the fairy god troll and gnome things because you messaged me! I’d be curious to know who you pair with Sylph/Maid and what the root of your disagreement is, if you find you have the time–but hopefully my reasoning will come into clearer focus with the next two essays :B
Thank You!! :D
In answer to your question @revolutionaryduelist to be honest you’ve sold me on the Sylph/Maid pairing more than anyone else (Dahni, BKEW, etc) has. The root of my disagreement now is definitely more that I just can’t see Heirs and Witches being a pair?
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, her hair would always be bouncy and
perfect even in 100% humidity and she would let you run your fingers
through it and pet her like a cat when she flat-ironed it and turned it
magically silky smooth.
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, she would
have a wardrobe of flawless coats that rivaled Olivia Pope’s and all her
lingerie would be from La Perla and she would let you borrow her
Ferragamo boots on special occasions.
If Paige Turco was your
girlfriend, Henry Ian Cusick would come over on Wednesdays to drink wine on your couch and and he and Paige would tell you
all their best stories about goofing off on the set of The 100.
Paige would tell you that Ian is the funniest and Ian would politely
deny it but he totally knows it’s true. After three glasses of Malbec,
Ian will let you pet his hair too.
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend,
she would take you out for Sunday brunch at her favorite chic little
hole-in-the-wall French restaurant and make goofy jokes
about how she couldn’t even decipher the menu until she’d had her
coffee, which would arrive immediately because Paige is a regular here.
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, she would practice all her Zoe
Morgan “come hither” facial expressions on you when you helped her run
lines in bed.
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, you would learn to appreciate ballet, because her years of dance training made her kind of an adorable ballet nerd and she’d take you to see Swan Lake and lean over and whisper when something important was happening, and even though it all kind of looks the same to you and you had no idea when you bought the tickets for her birthday that it was four hours long, Paige is so cute when she’s excited that it’s impossible not to enjoy yourself.
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, you would walk down to that wine bar you like after dinner, arm in arm, and everyone around you would stare and whisper because you are the foxiest pair of power lesbians they’ve literally ever seen.
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, it would take you until the tenth
date to confess that the first thing you ever saw her in was that second
live-action Ninja Turtles movie, the one with the Ninja Rap, and she
would laugh and laugh and be a totally great sport about it and would be FULL of crazy stories about working with Vanilla Ice.
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, your family would be a tiny bit weird at first, because of the age thing, but then she would show up at Thanksgiving with surprise presents for everybody - nothing big or showy, just perfect thoughtful little things like the exact right book for your brother and a scarf that looks perfect on your mom - and two absolutely flawless homemade pies, and her charm would be so irresistible that by the end of the weekend as you’re packing up to leave your parents would pull you aside and tell you, “Make sure you bring her for Christmas.”
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, you would tag along with her to Vancouver for filming and you’d become BFFs with the cast of The 100. After awhile they’d hardly even notice you. “Oh, that’s Paige’s girlfriend,” the crew would shrug when a guest director shot a curious glance in your direction, wondering who’s the person sitting in Paige’s chair. “She’s basically family.”
If Paige Turco was your girlfriend, your bills would get paid on time, you would never find a spider in your bedroom ever again, and your cat would never get sick. You would never accidentally lock your keys in the car or run face-first into a wall because you’re walking and texting at the same time. Those kinds of things do not happen in the orbit of perfect people like Paige Turco. Instead you would be a content, serene human with an endlessly satisfying sex life and a well-stocked wine cellar and a lengthy string of emoji texts from Henry Ian Cusick.
IF PAIGE TURCO WAS YOUR GIRLFRIEND, YOUR LIFE WOULD BE PERFECT.
I want to talk about this for just a moment. Oliver’s insecurity about Felicity looking at him and thinking that he somehow he is not good enough, smart enough, for her was so heartbreaking.
It was the first time I feel we have see real, naked vulnerability in Oliver. Yes, in the past he has been hard on himself by taking all (and often unnecessarily) of the blame for situations outside of his control, and seen himself as a failure (seriously, the dude is fucking hard on himself) but he looks at Felicity and underneath all the devotion and love…he still sees himself as unworthy of her.
While she is freaking out over coming face to face with how much she loves him, he is loosing himself to thoughts of not being good enough for that love or her.
I may or may not have ugly cried during those scenes.
What I loved more than anything was how they found their way back to each other by the end.
The line “ we found ourselves in each other” is huge.
I firmly feel that Oliver and Felicity are complete individuals who know who they are but, as identity is a complicated beast, are still uncovering parts of themselves that they never knew were there.
Oliver is discovering who he is when now that he is in love and trying to step into the light (as the Green Arrow and future Mayor).
Felicity is discovering who she is when she is in love and CEO of a multi-billion dollar company.
They are finding out who they are through each other but not as a way of completing the other, but in elevating the other and supporting the other as they become the best versions of themselves.
That is a fearful thing for someone who is still piecing through abandonment issues like Felicity is and for someone who struggles with insecurities like Oliver is facing.
But the way they came back into each other’s orbit was perfect. With a deeper understanding of who the other is as an individual as well as in the relationship. They will last a long, long time with the kind of honesty, trust and vulnerability they are willing to share.
But Oliver needs to respect mother/daughter boundaries lol
*gazing at the endless cosmos. peering into the infinite abyss of the universe where countless stars shimmer. universes are born and die, suns burn at unimaginable temperatures. moons orbit their planets in perfect harmony.*