#garden gab

[everydayhalfling]

An interesting guy?

#We're not sure WHAT exactly he is? #Part zucchini given the way the leaves are growing #The color is pumpkin but it turned WAY too early #And the shape is just?????? #Maybe some crook neck in there? #Anyway he's weird #Squash #garden gab #gardening #gardeners on tumblr #plantblr #edible gardening #gardenblr #M

[paradoxesofgalaxies]

Reasons to keep going: fireflies exist

#i love seeing the twinkling lights of fireflies throughout the gardens #like bits of magic dropped into the world #galactic gab

[gracejones]

The thing I’ve learned about adult friendships isn’t frequency but consistency

Like maybe we won’t see each a lot but I know if I still show up and put effort into at least seeing you and making time to catch up it goes a long way

#I just think about my friends who i live 20 mins from but we see each other like #four times a year #people are just busy with work families and trying to keep their heads above water #sometimes it is just those once a quarter garden hangs were we just sit and have tea and gab for hours #it still shows that I care about you and our friendship still means a lot 💓 #and lots of texting and meme sharing 🤪 #personal

[pamesjatterson]

i love freshly grown produce so so much

#zucchini patties made with zucchini from my dads garden! sammiches with fresh tomatoes!! #so good #vinyl gabs

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [43]

chapter forty-three, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

masterlist

November 4th 2017

Her head is pounding. It’s ringing. It kind of sounds like the guitar riff in I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor.

Then she realises that it is the riff from the familiar Arctic Monkeys song, and that her phone, which is just out of reach, is ringing.

She reaches one hand out but it’s not enough so she forces her aching body to crawl towards it.

“H-Hello?”

“Thank God, I was about to file a missing person’s report.”

“Pheebs?”

“Where are you?”

Tommie groans as she sits up and looks around, she’s still in the studio. But the freshly cleaned studio is a mess once more. “What?”

“Where are you?”

“Um, sorry, I fell asleep at the studio,” She looks around at the mess, her new journal that she’d gotten from George is open on the coffee table, the little baggie being used as a bookmark for a different page.

“The studio?” There’s a dull ache in her head, or maybe it’s her jaw. No, it’s definitely her nose. Her mouth is dry and she fumbles until she finds a half empty can of dr pepper Matty had left behind, “What are you doing there?”

“I was working on something.”

“Is everything okay?”

She looks around. No, she can’t remember much and her mind is fuzzy.

“Yeah… yeah, um, I’ll just finish up here and be back.”

“Tom?”

“Hmm?”

Phoebe’s silent for too long on the other end of the phone and Tommie moves her hand back to look if she’s hung up or not.

“Matty’s put himself into rehab.”

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December 1st 2017

Tommie’s back in her little Welsh house. She’s decided to give Phoebe space for the next few months and to take some time to herself (and Button.)

But the doorbell rings one Friday morning and her brow raises as she drags herself away from her Criminal Minds marathon to answer it.

“Hiy- Gabby?”

The Australian model moves from foot to foot, trying to contain an excited Allen who jumps towards the redhead the moment he sees her. “Hi.”

Tommie stares at her, ignoring Button and Allen who reunite on her porch. “Can I- come in?”

“Sure, yes, of course, yes, come in.” 

She holds the door open and Gabby steps in, but when it closes behind her she doesn’t move into the living room, she stays in the hallway looking at the frames hung on the wall. 

“Is everything okay?”

Gabby lets go of Allen’s lead allowing the dog to run after Button who’s gone out to the back garden. Then she fishes into the pocket of her puffer coat grasping a little brown notebook.

“Caleb came to the old flat, dropped this off for you.”

She takes the book gently and then rubs her thumb over the cover, “Thank you.”

Gabby nods, “I’ve talked with Jamie,” She tells her, “He said everything is going through good, looks like you’re gonna win.”

“Yeah.”

The silence that stretches is awkward, Tommie’s too afraid to say anything in fear of it being the wrong thing.

“Can I ask a favour?”

She doesn’t respond, so Gabby goes on anyway, “Can you- have Allen? I just- I can’t, and he’s always loved you, and you have Button, so I thought… I thought that, you know-”

“Sure.”

Gabby nods, “Thank you.”

She lets her eyes travel the frames again, she notices that the one that used to hold a photo of Matty and Tommie in New York, huge marshmallow coats and the dog's leads in hands is gone. It’s been replaced with a picture from the same day of Button and Allen sharing a hotdog.

“Do you want a cup-”

“I should go.”

Gabby purses her lips, “I’m going back to Australia.”

“What about Matty?”

She shakes her head, “He broke up with me.”

“What?”

She looks at her shoes, “The day he put himself into rehab, he called me, broke up with me and disappeared.”

“Gabs, I’m-”

“I think it needed to happen. We haven’t been the same since-” She cuts herself off, she doesn’t want to blame Tommie, she knows it was technically Caleb’s fault that Matty found out about Tommie’s feelings in the first place.

“I’ve got a plane to catch.” Tommie nods then and opens the door for her.

Gabby stops before she takes the first step out the door and lets her hand land on Tommie’s shoulders. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be friends in the end.”

“We still can,” Tommie tries, one final attempt. “We can still be friends.”

Gabby shakes her head, “No, we can’t.”

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#show me yours matty healy #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #the 1975 x oc

[adreamoverlife]

so it's no secret I didn't like the apocalypse world plotline so here's my counter. haven't figured out a way to work this into a fic yet so tossin the idea to yall but if the writers really wanted to make Gabriel suffer THAT badly I have a solution. What if after Gabriel got out of hell instead of immediately going after revenge he sought comfort in his brothers. Maybe he doesn't push Lucifer away, maybe he goes down to the cage and checks on Michael because he knows whats it's like to be locked in hell. Then maybe, under the cover of night, Lucifer vanishes and the world blooms in unimaginable beauty.

Vines grow thick into the bunkers foundations, Sam and Dean get reports from hunters that they're experiencing fae encounters or some kind of witch. Somethings made the world go beautiful. There is no more thunderous thrashing from the cage, the lowest level of hell now silent and still.

And Gabriel? Gabriel's in the war room with his feet up with a lollipop sticking out of his mouth. He places it in a velvet lined box and stands with a smile.

"Pleasure to finally meet you boys."

or

Gabriel is not Gabriel. has not been in a while. When Loki was told there might be an attempt rescue plot from Asmodeus he took a little trip down to hell and pulled a switcharoo. Gabriel ruined his family when he was finally making amends with his father? Loki can do that too. Loki can do that better actually. This is after Chuck has left after all and Lucifer is oh so grieving and angry at the abandonment. Michael most likely heard of the way Lucifer degraded him when he was speaking was Sam when he went to the Devil for help, how Lucifer damned him, damned Adam.

I've always found it interesting how we know angels can ALWAYS see each others true forms in any vessel. (sans when Cas was human and didn't notice Gadreel but I'm gonna caulk that up to no grace, no astral sight) So whatever flesh Gabs inhabiting it has to have some special rune or magic attached to it that makes the angel invisible which is something I can't remember us seeing before. So if say, Gabriels vessel showed up even if Lucifer can sense 0 grace and no true form he probably would still believe it's Gabriel. And if Lucifer and Michael talked in the cage like they were implied to Michael might not question "Gabriel" showing up like that as well.

Would be a shame if there was a snake in the garden. Would be a shame to wind up the two most powerful archangels and trap them in their own personal hells. Would be a shame if someone pulled a wandavision on Gabriel when it's normally his trick.

And where is Gabriel in all this? Well you know him, probably still searching the waves. 300 channels and nothing on.

#i didnt plan this with jack in mind sorry gang maybe next time #Honestly i wouldve preferred Loki as the big bad of the season #Always thought he and his powers were really cool #his general vibe #and it would be really cool to have nordic monsters #and not just another vampire #gabriel spn #michael spn #lucifer spn #loki spn

[leupagus]

The subtitle for this should be "Undead Hardy: Too Annoying To Be Scary"

It was near dawn by the time they heard someone fumbling at the door at the south transept and Hardy came limping in, caked with dirt and looking irate. "Six feet down you put me," he said, pointing an accusatory finger at Ellie. "Were you trying to make sure I couldn't get back out?"

"Couldn't say," Ellie confessed. Paul radiated tension behind her, although if Hardy was whinging like this he wasn't likely to eat anyone's brains. "But you're here now."

"Aye, just," he grumbled, and scrubbed at his hair. Clumps of earth skittered along the stone floor. "Did you catch him?"

Ellie stared at him, trying to parse his words. "Catch—?"

"The suspect, Miller, the one we were chasing through the boatyard! The one up in the cliff-top hut! How is it I spent the night digging myself up out the ground and I've got a better grasp on this case than you do?"

"Right," said Paul, clapping his hands on his knees and getting up. "I'll go find a broom. Detective, there's a garden hose outside round the back. I suggest you use it. And then you'll come back and clean this up. And you're making a donation to the church's roof fund."

"A donation?" Hardy demanded. "What for?"

"For starters, making me explain to the workmen why they have to re-dig the grave meant form Mrs. Ellison's funeral tomorrow," Paul snapped back, evidently coming to the same conclusion Ellie had: it was pointless to be afraid of an ancient horror as irritating as Alec Hardy. "Ellie, any time you want to talk, I'm here." And he went off toward the vestry, presumably in search of a broom and dustpan.

"Right," Hardy said, turning round and heading back outside. "Call the station and see if Uniform managed to do their jobs while you were sat round here gabbing with a suspect."

"A suspect?" Ellie repeated incredulously, following behind. "Paul could've had me arrested for seven different crimes—"

"Eight, if you include molestation of a corpse," said Hardy. "Call them, Miller. I'd do it myself, but you've got my jacket somewhere. And my shoes, where have those got to?"

"—he could have run screaming," she continued over him. "He could've called up Maggie and told her there's a… what are you, anyway?" Hardy ignored her as he cast about for the garden hose. "A zombie? A revenant? Isn't there something called a lich or something?"

"I told you, I prefer Hardy," he said absently, fiddling with the tap. After a moment it sputtered out water that had to be ice-cold, but he didn't show any sign of discomfort (or no more so than he usually did) as he rinsed off the worst of the grime from his clothes and face and hands.

She gaped at him. "What, is that supposed to be a joke? Making puns about your… condition?"

"It's not a condition," he protested.

Ellie resisted the primary-school urge to insist that it was, or at least that was the best term she'd come up with and until he had a better one he could just shut up. "Paul could've done any of those things, and he didn't."

"He wouldn't," said Hardy, dismissive, as he shook himself off. "Clergy get training in this sort of thing."

"Training or not, he helped me last night—"

"Aye, helped you bury me six feet underground—" Hardy said, stalking off toward the carpark.

"How was I supposed to know how deep?" Ellie shut the tap off and ran after him. "That's how deep a normal grave is, that's what we put you in. You're welcome, by the way."

"What made you think of it?" he asked, wheeling around to loom over her, scowling. "Burying me. Not something most folk would think of. Even when dealing with someone in my condition."

Ellie stood her ground, glaring right back up at him. She knew well enough by now the difference between DI Hardy, probing at someone to determine the truth and DI Hardy, being a tit. "It worked, didn't it?"

He made a grumbling noise in his throat that sounded like two cats having a go at each other. "How did you know it would work?"

Ellie hesitated. "I'm not sure," she said, in lieu of telling him about her jelly mould analogy. "I just knew it would."

He nodded, as though she'd given the right answer, then hovered a moment. "Well. Thanks for that." His scowl deepened, as if embarrassed by any expression of gratitude. "Get on the horn and find out what the hell happened last night. Plus we still need to find Susan Wright's dog — don't suppose there's been any progress on that. And I wasn't joking, Miller, where the hell are my shoes?"

"God, you're such a knob," Ellie muttered, but she fished the keys out of her pocket and stomped off toward the car, Hardy still complaining as he followed.

#ellie walking away while hardy complainingly follows #or hardy walking away while ellie complainingy follows #is pretty much the entirety of their relationship #'wait up I still need to whine more' is their version of 'I love you' #anyway yeah this is still happening #broadchurch motherfuckers #ficcage of interest

[holyguardian]

PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !

alias / name : Muddy, real name is Kristy but a lot of people from my work place(s) (it happened at two places) call me Krissie due to hearing whoopsies in aged care (now I'm oddly attached to my wrong name bc only the people I get really attached to end up calling me that??) birthday : May 20 BC zodiac sign : Taurus height : 165cm hobbies : Creative writing, cooking, playing videogames, consuming spookums horror media or occasionally true crime, listening to podcasts like Distractable, watching youtube (Ask A Mortician, Charlotte Dobre, Gab Smolders and Watcher are a few faves), trying to get more into gardening / learning artwork. favourite colour : My answer usually changes, at the moment deep greens! favourite book : Obv a cookbook RecipeTin Eats: Dinner by Nagi Maehashi but also a recent fave is Episode 13 by Craig DiLouie last film / show : I watched Damsel on Netflix and it was the right amount of easy watch and trashy to switch my brain off for a bit, and a dear friend asked about watching their fave anime which we finished today (I forgot the name, I'm plagued with horrid memory but they did all the streaming) recent reads : Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson (still reading) inspiration : If I consume a piece of media there's a good chance I'm going to chew it up and spit it back out with my own ideas. My close friends are a massive inspiration too, whatever brain gremlins they have usually end up infecting me. Also the mood setting stuff, like listening to certain music can set the tone for what I'll feel like writing later, or if I'm hyperfocused on something (eg. at the moment it's nail polish) I'll think about how a certain character might relate to that. I literally painted my nails black with holo glitter because I thought my OC would wear her nails like this. story behind url : Aerith's white materia summons the ultimate white magic, Holy. She's the guardian of the white materia, which she keeps hidden in her hair ribbon. Holy Guardian. I toyed with changing her URL to being oearth because she has such a close tie with the earth being a gardener, and being in tune with the planet, plus if you squint it kind of looks like I jumbled her name around (Ifalna's name is a transliteration of "final" and Aerith's was supposed to be a near-anagram of "earth") BUT I'M TOO ATTACHED TO CHANGE IT. fun fact about me : My blood type is O negative yeehaw.

tagged by: @altrxisme 💖 tagging: @cyberpawn @gcldfanged @hautevaux @kunselxsoldier @lockhartred @noblehcart @oiceheart @reapersxfolly @sacredflorist @soldier-lodbrok

#out of flowers #prompt #about the writer

[everydayhalfling]

Them!

#They will be picked this week! #These two are gifts for my nephews who are visiting right now #Pumpkins #Winter squash #gardening #gardencore #garden gab #gardeners on tumblr #plantblr #gardenblr #edible gardening #gardenblog #Garden gab #M

[toothybat]

Cover art, Batman, Robin, Batman again, Joker, Mr. Freeze, Two-Face, Penguin, Riddler, + bonus baby jokes

Remember when the lead singer from My Chemical Romance — Gerard Way — came this close to making a Batman comic for DC?

I went through his twitter where he released all the art, and compiled all the tweets with info about it. More under the cut!

About The concept art: "Cover art to an approved DC comics proposal for a “Vertigo” Batman limited series. Never got to write it. Sadface.” “Each one took about 3 hours to produce. I would do about 2 a day. Weeks of making notes and planning though, pulling ref”

The comic proposal: “6 issues. All one word titles. First issue is “Rats” “So theres no confusion-there’s are from a comic I pitched to DC the year Gab and I won the Eisner. Drawn prior to CW or DXD, at home in LA.“

Why it never got produced: “Just got busy is all. Dan and Ian at DC were crazy supportive of the project but my life took a different turn at the time” “They wanna put it out I just never have time to write it! I think it’s been approved for 5 years haha” [5 years as of June 2013]

Batman “He has ESP, can turn into a bat, and can see into the future, but only he knows about these powers” “the inside of the cape has a massive drawing of a magical kingdom that he made up, like his version of Heaven” “He only eats rats” Bruce Wayne: “Never got around to him. He’s pretty basic, though. I guess the biggest change is his mental hospital buzz cut”

Robin “This is Dick” “He’s more subdued because he’s the only person in the book that isn’t nuts” “He even has his bird medal from BP, or should if its not on the drawing”

Joker “Joker was also the youngest character in the book, about 19. A year or two younger than Robin.” “Touch me I’m sick” “I love that he just wears little white ninja slippers!”

Mr. Freeze “I’m Mr. Freeze! I like to dress up as my dead wife in armor I sculpted out of scrap-metal from her car accident!”

Two-Face “The Two Face was supposed to get a re-do. My least fav. Outfit is great though, since he’s a cop.”

NOT PICTURED Alfred “...he’s the leader of the Order of Hecate. Homeless knights that live under Gotham, who adopt Batman at 30 yrs old” “But whatevs, I suppose he could just be a butler and everyone could show up to work wearing the same clothes for 50 years.”

Catwoman and Harley Quinn “There was no Harley in the book. And Catwoman was very strange.” “Can’t find the Catwoman but let’s just say she’s very “Grey Gardens””

DC also released some Batman and Joker figurines based on these designs!

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #joker #the joker #dc comics #my chemical romance #batman: kingdom of the mad #the riddler #edward nygma #two-face #harvey dent #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #mr. freeze #victor fries #robin

[paradoxesofgalaxies]

After way too long, I did some embroidery today!!

#we even did a bit of gardening! #galactic gab

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

I usually prefer a daddy steddie

or alternatively: I usually prefer a daddy, I guess I'll settle for a dungeon master

Cw: one sentence makes Steve thinks he's being slut shamed (he's not), talk about trauma, 👁hanky code👁

Steve has ISSUES. Nothing about him is normal. No matter what he does trauma infects his life like a song stuck in his head. From closing doors too hard, to avoiding spots on the floor and stairs like a twisted ballet, to how he needs sex.

He needs it slow and demanding. Needs it with full body contact and endless words. Praise, shaming, anything goes. Even cruel. In fact most days after everything his one night stands have to be cruel. He can't handle anything else. Cried one time and drove her away shaking her head. He is deathly silent now.

Anything physical handed to him that's not a promise of death is welcomed. And now Eddie is knocking on his front door and Steve waves him in. "So you've garnered a pretty impressive reputation I hear. Specifically from my side of town." Eddie throws a wink and Steve rolls his eyes. "Sorry I don't feel like putting out ads in the papers." Eddie plops down on the couch and lights up a joint. "Really Munson? That's a fabric couch it'll stink." Eddie just grins and leans over. "Sure it's not the lube making it smell like that?"

"I don't use lube." And Eddie chokes. After a minute, Steve gets concerned and brings him a cup of water. "Hey man are you.. like ok?" Eddie clears his throat. "Are you like insane? Clinically? What do you use?" Steve grits his teeth, offended. "None of your business." Eddie stares. "What about when you have women over?" His voice is gentle. "Oh just because I sleep with anyone doesn't mean I don't still take it." Eddie shifts and leans back.

They stare at each other and Eddie makes a circle with his hand. "Turn over. Strip." Steve balked. "Excuse me?" Eddie smiled, but the smile is forced and doesn't light up his eyes like Steve loves. "You heard me. Do it." Steve shifts from side to side. "Oh." Eddie grinned. "Another rumor from the mill. Maybe I should rephrase. Daddy said-" At this Steve punches Eddie's face, interrupting whatever Eddie was going to say.

"Don't you fucking dare. Don't you even think about daring." Eddie grasps his face and Steve debates doing it again. "You're right." Eddie holds his hands up. "You're right. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." Steve nods firmly. "Just because I have a brand new reputation doesn't mean I just let people exploit it." Eddie shakes his head, wincing. "I don't slut shame. I'm not doing that. But I'm concerned that you're hurting yourself. I want to check for tears or something." Steve rolls his eyes. "I go to the doctor regularly. I kind of have to." Eddie dares to stand up, slowly and deliberately.

"And anyway. Of course I have a daddy thing. I mean. Look around. It doesn't exactly inspire healthy familial relationships." Steve starts pacing. "I just feel. I don't know, pent up? Like I'm waiting for the shoe to drop. We almost died. We all almost died. And now I can't sleep until I'm well and truly tired. And even then I don't realize I'm asleep until I'm waking up. I don't have a job, not that I need one, I couldn't handle it at this point. I'm just. Falling. And I don't think I'll ever stop and be able to pick myself up." Steve is sobbing, and Eddie pulls him in. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm here. I've got you. You can keep falling but I'll catch you. I'll catch you every single time." Steve shakes his head. "I don't want to fall. I just want to be." Eddie kisses Steve's hair.

"I used to think I was flying. Nothing anybody could say could drag me down. Teachers, family. Nothing. But I heard it. All the time. Like fucking jagged rocks and I couldn't find a safe place to land. It got easier when I found friends. But the words. My reputation. It was still there. Jagged rocks in my garden." Eddie took a deep breath. He was rambling, but hey it was honesty hour and he had the gift of gab. Steve held Eddie's waist. "I know." He whispered, and Eddie smiled, "I know." He repeated.

"And anyway. Who am I to judge your kinks anyway!" Eddie pulled Steve back and shook him gently. "I walk around flagging all the time so. You know." Steve shook his head. "No not really." Eddie tilts his head. "C'mon Hair, you gotta know what flagging means. Oh boy I need my magazine." Steve just huffs and lays down on the couch. "What magazines do you read about flagging? Is it a dm thing? You know like a... what's it called DnD?" Eddie is going through every possible facial expression possible, which would be funny, except it's not an answer.

"That's it we're going to my place. I'm not going home just to come back." Steve groans, he just got comfy. "Later!" Eddie pulls Steve up effortlessly and Steve immediately gets a complex about that, because holy shit. A few minutes later and Steve is going through his list of 'Why we don't get on Eddie's motorcycle'. Eddie drives like the speed limit is really just a recommendation and the sidewalk is a convenient road with no traffic. It's nearly 2 am and no one comes out at night in Hawkins anyway anymore, so he's not worried about pedestrians thankfully. Eddie isn't worried about anything.

Eddie pulls up to the van and all but drags Steve in to his room. "I'm going to change your life." He promises and rifles through a pile of magazines and guidebooks before pulling out one with a man who is approximately 97% oil with a shitty mustache and a pretty decent cop hat. Eddie flips to a page and there's a list of 'Hanky code'. Steve takes it and goes down the list. Eddie is patient for about 4 minutes, a record honestly, and starts to tap his foot. Steve finishes reading and bites his lip. "Could I maybe borrow this? I'm not going to remember." Eddie finds a notebook and pen and hands it over. "Sorry pretty boy. That's prime jerk off material and I can't let that go." It's not so he can see what Steve writes and confirm it himself. Of course not.

Steve rolls his eyes and writes some things down and rips the page. "Guess I'm going shopping." He winks at Eddie and hands the zine back. Eddie tries his best to squash down a moan. If Steve is in to even one of the things he's in to, Eddie will go back to the Upside Down a happy man. Well maybe not the Upside Down. But definitely something. Steve reaches over for the black hanky in Eddie's left pocket, and deftly sticks it in to his own right. He winks again and walks out leaving Eddie to stare at where Steve was, struck absolutely dumb. "Are you coming Munson? You're my ride back home." Steve walks outside and sticks a leg over Eddie's bike and Eddie is hopeless to do anything but get on too.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

[sunshinesmebdy]

The Chatty Moon Takes Charge: Business & Finances Under the Gemini Moon

Mercury’s swift messenger, the Gemini Moon, flits into action, bringing its signature blend of communication, adaptability, and intellectual curiosity to our business and financial endeavors. For some, this can be a period of booming ideas, quick deals, and fruitful networking. But beware, dear entrepreneurs, under the Gemini Moon’s changeable nature, things can shift faster than a Twitter trend. Buckle up and take notes, as we navigate the highs and lows of this lunar phase for your business and finances:

Prospering Under the Silver Tongue:

Communication Confidence: The Gemini Moon empowers clear and persuasive communication, making presentations, negotiations, and sales pitches flow effortlessly. Leverage this energy to connect with new clients, close deals, and strengthen existing partnerships.

Embrace the “Gift of Gab” under the Gemini Moon! This lunar phase imbues you with captivating clarity and persuasive charm, making sales pitches effortless and negotiations dance in your favor. Whether presenting to potential clients, striking deals, or fostering partnerships, tap into this cosmic fluency. Let your words weave magic, connecting hearts and closing deals with the persuasive power of a silver tongue. Seize the opportunity to build bridges and solidify trust, for under the Gemini Moon, communication becomes your secret weapon for business success.

Idea Powerhouse: Your mind buzzes with innovative solutions and marketing strategies. Brainstorm with your team, explore new collaborations, and experiment with unconventional approaches. Remember, the best ideas often appear when you least expect them!

Under the Gemini Moon’s electric influence, your mind becomes a vibrant marketplace of ideas! Innovative solutions and bold marketing strategies sprout like dandelions, urging you to break free from the conventional. Spark brainstorming sessions with your team, explore collaborations beyond your usual circles, and embrace unconventional approaches. Remember, the most ingenious solutions often bloom unexpectedly, so stay open to those “aha!” moments that pop up while sipping coffee or taking a shower. This is your chance to think outside the box and unleash your inner inventor, igniting innovation for your business!

Network Ninja: This is your prime time to connect and expand your professional network. Attend industry events, join online communities, and reach out to potential collaborators. The Gemini Moon favors quick connections and information exchange, so be open and adaptable.

Sharpen your social butterfly wings, for under the Gemini Moon, networking becomes your superpower! Industry events, online communities, and even casual conversations transform into fertile grounds for expanding your professional circle. Don’t be shy — strike up conversations, join discussions, and connect with open-minded individuals. The Gemini Moon favors quick, information-rich interactions, so be adaptable and receptive to unexpected connections. Remember, a casual chat today could spark a fruitful collaboration tomorrow. Seize this lunar window to weave a web of valuable connections and watch your network blossom like a vibrant garden!

Navigating the Gemini Moon’s Fickle Phases:

Scattered Energy: The Gemini Moon’s flitting nature can lead to multitasking mayhem. Prioritize your tasks, set clear deadlines, and avoid jumping from one project to another without finishing anything. Focus on quality over quantity.

While the Gemini Moon fuels your multi-tasking engine, beware of becoming a scattered squirrel hopping from branch to branch! Its flitting nature can lure you into juggling too many projects, leaving them all half-baked. To avoid this productivity purgatory, prioritize ruthlessly. Define clear deadlines for each task, and resist the urge to jump ship at the first shiny new idea. Remember, scattered efforts yield mediocre results. Channel the Moon’s mental agility into focused sprints, conquering one task at a time with laser-sharp efficiency. Quality over quantity — that’s the mantra for navigating this lunar phase without succumbing to multitasking mania!

Impulsive Spending: The chatty Moon loves gadgets and trends, making you susceptible to impulse purchases. Stick to your budget, research before buying, and avoid shiny object syndrome. Remember, long-term financial stability is more valuable than fleeting fads.

Hold onto your wallets, for the silver tongue of the Gemini Moon can seduce you with the latest trends and must-have gadgets. Remember, its chatty nature thrives on novelty, tempting you with impulse purchases that might leave your bank account singing the blues. Don’t let “shiny object syndrome” lure you astray! Stick to your budget like a mantra, research thoroughly before clicking “buy,” and resist the urge to splurge on fleeting fads. Remember, long-term financial stability is infinitely more valuable than momentary thrills. Think of it as an investment in your future success — say “no” to the impulse and “yes” to financial security!

Overpromising, Underdelivering: Enthusiasm is great, but don’t overestimate your abilities under the Gemini Moon’s influence. Be specific about your commitments, manage expectations, and deliver on your promises to maintain trust and credibility.

The Gemini Moon’s energetic spark can fuel your enthusiasm, but be cautious of outpacing your capabilities. Don’t let its fast-talking charm lead to overpromising! Remember, under this lunar influence, it’s easy to underestimate the time and resources needed. Be specific about your commitments, managing expectations realistically. Overestimating your abilities can erode trust and credibility. Delivering on your promises, even if it means scaling back or adjusting timelines, is key to navigating this transit with integrity. Remember, slow and steady wins the race, especially under the ever-shifting influence of the Gemini Moon.

Tips for Taming the Moon’s Mercurial Energy:

Plan, Prioritize, Execute: Before diving into the whirlwind of ideas, create a clear plan of action with defined priorities. Focus on completing one task at a time to avoid the scatterbrained blues.

Before surrendering to the whirlwind of the Gemini Moon’s ideas, channel your inner architect and draft a clear blueprint for action! Define distinct priorities, like pillars holding up your plan. Resist the siren song of multitasking and instead, focus on tackling one project at a time with laser-sharp concentration. Remember, scattered efforts under the Moon’s changeable nature lead to unfinished business and scattered blues. Prioritization becomes your mantra, ensuring each task receives the dedicated attention it deserves. So, grab your pen, map out your priorities, and execute with focused determination — that’s the recipe for success under the ever-shifting lunar tides!

Collaborate & Communicate: Partner with others who can provide balance and different perspectives. Communicate openly and honestly to avoid misunderstandings and ensure everyone is on the same page.

The Gemini Moon thrives on connection, so don’t go it alone! Partner with individuals who offer diverse perspectives, acting as anchors to your whirlwind of ideas. Open and honest communication becomes your bridge, ensuring everyone stays on the same page and misunderstandings don’t derail your progress. Embrace the Moon’s collaborative spirit, leveraging the strengths of your team to tackle challenges from different angles. Remember, two minds (or more!) are better than one, especially under the ever-shifting influence of the Gemini Moon. So, build bridges, foster open dialogue, and watch your projects soar to new heights through the power of collaboration!

Research & Reflect: Don’t let enthusiasm cloud your judgment. Before making important decisions, research thoroughly and take time for introspection. Use the Moon’s analytical side to weigh pros and cons carefully.

Under the Gemini Moon’s intoxicating energy, enthusiasm might mask potential pitfalls. Before diving headfirst into decisions, don’t let excitement overpower reason. Tap into the Moon’s analytical side! Conduct thorough research, examining details and potential challenges with a critical eye. Don’t skip the due diligence — every angle deserves exploration. Take time for introspection, considering your gut feelings and weighing pros and cons carefully. Remember, informed decisions pave the way for success, and under the Gemini Moon, a balanced approach is your key to navigating enthusiasm without compromising wisdom. So, research, reflect, and make choices that empower your future, not just fuel a fleeting impulse.

Remember, dear business owners, the Gemini Moon is a double-edged sword. By harnessing its positive energy while mitigating its pitfalls, you can navigate this transit to propel your business forward and create lasting success. So, put on your thinking cap, sharpen your communication skills, and network like a pro — the universe of opportunities awaits under the silver sheen of the Gemini Moon!

Bonus Tip: For personalized insights, check your own Sun and Moon signs and see how they interact with the transiting Gemini Moon.

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[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Another question the guys need to be asked is, even though it's been 40 something years, what subjects they were good and bad at in school so I'd know who I can relate to the most 😆

apart from: yes they should tell us about it 😊 (but i'm interested in just about anything they have to say anyway)

i also found this "Das Schulleben der Kinder in der DDR" (Schoollife of kids in the GDR) and i thought it had some interesting answers in general for this ask 🌺

some snips:

"Im Alter von 6 Jahren wurden in der DDR alle Kinder in die Polytechnische Oberschule, kurz POS, eingeschult. (...) Der Unterricht war sehr technisch und naturwissenschaftlich gestaltet. Der Zusatz „polytechnisch“ steht für den vorgesehenen Praxisbezug, der die Schulkinder früh an die Arbeitswelt heranführen sollte. Die Jungs und Mädchen lernten neben den Fächern Deutsch, Mathe, Kunst, Geschichte und den Naturwissenschaften Handwerken oder Gärtnern. Mit der 7. Klasse kamen dann Fächer hinzu, die technische Themen und Fertigkeiten wie Elektronik, Informatik und technisches Zeichnen vermittelten. Was für dich heute das Schülerpraktikum ist, war für die Schulkinder der DDR das Fach „Produktive Arbeit“. Darin besuchten sie jede Woche andere Betriebe ihrer Umgebung und erledigten dort praktische Aufgaben. Ab der 7. Klasse fand regelmäßig eine Berufsberatung statt, bei denen die Berufswünsche der Kinder auf benötigte Bereiche in der Planwirtschaft gelenkt wurden. Das verstaatlichte und ideologisierte Schulsystem der DDR sollte die Kinder zu vollwertigen Mitgliedern der sozialistischen Gesellschaft erziehen. Zusätzlich gab es ab der 7. Klasse Staatsbürgerkunde und ab der 9. Klasse Wehrkunde. In diesem Fach lernten die Kinder sowohl theoretisches als auch praktisches militärisches Grundwissen. Jungs lernten, mit Handgranaten und Gasmasken umzugehen, Mädchen dagegen Erste Hilfe und Evakuierung. Vielen Eltern und kirchlichen Gemeinschaften gefiel dieser Unterricht gar nicht. Manche Kinder bekamen daraufhin die Erlaubnis, ihm fernzubleiben, jedoch verloren sie damit die Chance, auf einer weiterführenden Schule aufgenommen zu werden.

Als erste Fremdsprache war für alle Kinder Russisch ab der 5. Klasse Pflicht. Ab der 7. Klasse konnte man dann eine zweite Sprache lernen, meistens war das Englisch.

Damit die Eltern über die Leistungen der eigenen Kinder auf dem Laufenden waren, gab es ein Mitteilungsheft, das sogenannte Muttiheft. Darin wurden das Verhalten und die Disziplin der Schülerin oder des Schülers festgehalten und besondere Leistungen mit gestempelten „Bienchen“ belohnt. Auf dem Zeugnis bekamen die Schülerinnen und Schüler dann nicht nur Noten für die einzelnen Fächer, sondern ebenfalls für Fleiß, Ordnung, Mitarbeit und Betragen.

Anders als heute fand auch samstags Unterricht statt. Dafür konnten sich die Kinder über 8 Wochen Sommerferien freuen."

googly translated

"At the age of 6, all children in the GDR were enrolled in the Polytechnic High School, POS for short. (...) The lessons were very technical and scientifically designed. The addition "polytechnic" stands for the intended practical relevance, which the school children should introduce them to the world of work early on. In addition to the subjects German, math, art, history and the natural sciences, the boys and girls learned handicrafts or gardening. With the 7th grade, subjects were then added that dealt with technical topics and skills such as electronics, computer science and technical Drawing taught. What is the school internship for you today, was the subject "productive work" for the schoolchildren of the GDR. Every week they visited other companies in their area and completed practical tasks there. From the 7th grade there was regular careers advice, where the children's career aspirations were directed to required areas in the planned economy.The nationalized and ideologized school system of the GDR was intended to educate the children to become full members of socialist society. In addition, there was civics from the 7th grade and military studies from the 9th grade. In this subject, the children learned both theoretical and practical basic military knowledge. Boys learned how to use hand grenades and gas masks, while girls learned first aid and evacuation. Many parents and church communities did not like this teaching at all. As a result, some children were given permission to stay away from him, but they lost the chance of being accepted into a secondary school.

Russian was compulsory as the first foreign language for all children from the 5th grade. From the 7th grade you could then learn a second language, mostly English.

So that the parents were informed about the achievements of their own children, there was a newsletter, the so-called Muttiheft. The behavior and discipline of the student were recorded and special achievements were rewarded with stamped "bees". On the certificate, the students not only received grades for the individual subjects, but also for diligence, order, cooperation and conduct.

Unlike today, classes also took place on Saturdays. In return, the children could look forward to 8 weeks of summer vacation."

#rammstein history #life in the gdr #rammstein

[some1s-sista]

Five for Friday (maybe)

A friend posted a picture of her coffee on IG and it got me craving a Cappuccino so badly I had to go make one. Extra Cimmonim!

Did I say I’d do 5 of these? I may have lied. Life is so pitiful with all the health issues, there’s nothing fun to gab about.

My car is not sensing my car fob anymore and doesn’t want to fricken start without an argument. Push button starters … bah! Give me my keys back!

I made a tray of brownies Wednesday night. A double batch. I’m staying away from sugar so as not to feed the cancer so I haven’t had any. They were gone this afternoon! I’ll chalk it up to my family being helpful.

Tomorrow’s supposed to be the only nice day of the weekend. I wonder what kind of trouble I can get into … the garden center? 2nd hand stores? Antiques? Dairy Queen? No! No sugar! I don’t think I’m going to be very good at the no sugar thing.

[pattylici0us]

Final Girls The Last Lineage... / Since 2018;

"The bees in my garden, in the garden of my dreams, fly and cultivate of the green. The yellow of the sun and the "marelo" of my son-in-law cause me fever, mercury follows the routes of my veins, mercury in my veins, you know me better than I know myself, when will this become clear? The blue of our pupils is the same as the sky. Your life is incredible, your clothes are incredible, the fairies envy and sing the same old song while we dance in anticipation of a new summer:"

"It's the bees in the garden, and Patty and the bees..."

"It's the bees in the garden, and Gab and the bees..."

"It's the bees in the garden, and Patty and the bees..."

"It's the bees in the garden, and Gab and the bees..."

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Tudo começou em um verão qualquer, o verão de 2018, poderia ser esse o começo de uma linda história feliz, porém nada é feliz quando se trata de Amino e "faculdade". Mercury sequelava minhas veias, era agridoce, uma garota com olhos castanhos e cabelos macios feito nuvens no céu, escrita e cantada pela banda Queen, sua fala era espontânea e convincente, levemente envergonhada, porém altamente convidativa ao ponto de me irritar. Eu seria totalmente o oposto daquilo, cabelos loiros e a pele bronzeada com os olhares que me rondavam, a atenção e o prazer da popularidade incendiavam o meu ego ao ponto de acender o mais belo sorriso em meu rosto. Eu era um sonho adolescente, o que poderia amedrontar uma garota exemplar? A resposta era Mercury, apesar de nunca nos cruzarmos, ela tinha algo que eu não tinha, Mercury tinha amigos e a coragem de ser quem era, eu poderia julga-lá até o pescoço por ir sozinha em casamentos ou por não namorar ninguém, mas nada que eu fizesse seria comparado a coragem dela de fazer essas coisas sem medo do julgamento, ganhei o rainha do baile ao lado do garoto que eu amava, nem ele e nem ninguém se importam ou se lembram disso, enquanto Mercury sempre será lembrada e eternizada pelo seu carisma e personalidade real, não fabricada para vencer algum concurso idiota ultrapassado.

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Anos se passam e eu era a mesma pessoa de sempre, uma ex-estrela de chats e uma redatora-chefe falida, e recém divorciada, esse é o último degrau de decadência que alguém poderia atingir, porém, o ego ainda gritava em minha alma. Fui me hospedar em um chat mansão, seria o último suspiro de elegância presente em minha vida, tive problemas com as locações, não queria um quarto convencional, queria simplesmente a SUÍTE MASTER, isso me rendeu desavenças com a funcionária de lá, carinhosamente com nome de planta, um ranço particular. Mas logo descubro que a dona daquela enorme hospedaria seria ninguém mais e ninguém menos que Bee, a antiga Mercury, parece que o pós-faculdade lhe fez muito bem, estava rica, jovial, popular e particularmente muito melhor que eu, isso me fez refletir sobre minhas escolhas de vida social e pessoal, Bee foi super carinhosa comigo, conversamos sobre a vida e sobre tudo que estava acontecendo no momento, ela estava no seu auge, era a garota do momento, todos queriam um pingo da beleza e da confiança de Bee, naquele momento sabia que ela seria a pessoa certa para me orientar e para me conectar. Passamos de tudo um pouco, vimos os mais lindos dos paraísos, como também vimos o mais lindo inferno, eu sofri muitas coisas ao lado de Bee, foi uma das únicas pessoas que não me abandonaram, os reflexos das minhas ações caíam sobre ela, mas ela nunca se quer me culpou ou se afastou de mim nesses momentos, sempre aceitou minhas loucuras e sempre me abraçou quando precisei, na Bee conheci o que eu nunca conheci na minha vida toda, o amor.

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Logo fui conhecendo a Clara, uma das pessoas mais importantes na minha vida, ela é uma irmã para mim, esteve comigo nos melhores e nos piores momentos, por anos estivemos passando de grupos em grupos para sempre ficar só nós duas, no final das contas era isso, nós éramos as verdadeiras e únicas Final Girls. Tenho tanto orgulho da sua história e de tudo que construiu, rimos e choramos tanto ao longo desses anos, você agora está na melhor fase da sua vida, logo estará exercendo a profissão mais linda do mundo, a profissão das profissões, você é um exemplo de mulher e de amiga para mim, tudo que eu sou e tenho hoje foi graças a você, agradeço por tudo que vivi e passei ao seu lado, nunca me esquecerei das noites em que eu chorava pelos meus relacionamentos mal resolvidos, você estava lá, assim como eu sempre vou estar aqui para você, também me lembro da vez que você me apresentou a Mallu Magalhães, que logo se tornou uma das minhas cantoras favoritas, também quando você estava afim do "Marelo" e eu não tinha confiança sobre ele e agora eu até quero ser madrinha do casamento, e de quando nós fizemos a nossa primeira call e eu conheci o Gab, meu grande amor kkkk tudo foi tão único e especial com você amiga, espero que nada nesse mundo seja capaz de mudar esse sentimento tão lindo que a nossa amizade causa, deixando os micro momentos em algo tri legal. E agora, realmente estamos indo para a faculdade de verdade, vivendo nossas vidas de verdade e conquistando o mundo que sempre sonhamos, nós realmente ganhamos, seus alunos e meus pacientes terão muito orgulho da nossa história e da nossa amizade, mas principalmente de tudo que fizemos juntas, eu te amo e te amarei incondicionalmente, em todas suas fases você foi significativa.

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@beezinhaaa

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