#Isar

[matthewgrantanson]

Jet Lag Nap, Munich -- September 8th, 2024

Etsy

[grrl-beetle]

côte&ciel

[astrology-by-sita]

CHRIS BRENNAN BIRTH CHART ANALYSIS

Brennan is a Hellenistic astrologer from USA, he owns a youtube channel called The Astrology Podcast where he introduces people to hellenistic astrology and inherent branches of astrology in long But very interesting episodes. This is his chart from astro dot com...

The 1st thing that drew my attention in his chart is his Ascendant which is conjunct the fixed star Sualocin of the constellation Delphinus. This is the star of the oracle of Delphi and it's related to divination , literally his career and life direction.

The moon is in his 1st house. The moon is the past - history. In his book "Hellenistic Astrology - The Study of Fate and Fortune" he focused a lot on the historical background of astrology which paved the way to the development of hellenistic astrology.

He has 7h ruler in 10h which is the sun in Scorpio. His partner is also an astrologer. If you have a connection between the 7th and 10th house your partner will be involved in your work or you work together.

Venus rules his 9th house of divination and astrology , and it's conjunct his midheaven (career indicator), and this Venus has dignity by being in its own bound in Sagittarius. His midheaven is in Jupiter bound and Jupiter is his benefic of sect since he was born during daytime .

His Lot of Fortune is in Gemini and also in the bound of Mercury. Mercury having rulership over LoF is good for becoming an astrologer. Mercury is also conjunct his asc lord which is saturn in 10, and mercury rules his saturn by bound.

He is double Aquarius, he is rational, intelligent , scientific .. Aquarius usually goes against the current and sets a new trend. While modern astrology was spreading in the west , Brennan is contributing to the popularization of hellensitic astrology among the youth. Some wouldn't have discovered Hellenistic astrology if it wasn't for The Astrology Podcast.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

I would love to read something about Fiachra from "I'm Sending a Raven" if you have the chance!

so i don't think i really want to write an actual fic set in isar, so i hope you'll be happy with this list of ideas i’ve had about him:

fiachra was delayed when it came to speech. there was no perceived medical reason why; he just...didn't talk. keyleth and korrin came up with a kind of sign language pidgin that worked until he was ready to start talking shortly before he turned four, at which point he was speaking at what would be considered developmentally appropriate for his age.

keyleth had a very hard time leaving him for long stretches of time when he was a baby, esp when she had to leave zephrah, so alma helped her rig up a backpack for him, and he joined her for all kinds of meetings and diplomatic missions.

fiachra and vesper were basically raised as siblings. keyleth brought him to whitestone as often as she could, and the cousins would have sleepovers in one place or the other more weekends than not. he has his own rooms in castle whitestone, but vesper liked coming to zephrah more bc the druids would grow them an elaborate treehouse of vines to play in.

the ravens of zephrah were fiachra’s unofficial babysitting squad. he never went anywhere alone, and they helped him get inti all sorts of mischief—tho they also snitched on him if things got too dangerous, flying off and screeching to alert others if he needed help.

he absolutely inherited his dad’s sneaky nature and his love of pranks. keyleth’s nerves were perpetually fried during his preteen years, bc he was always popping out at her or rigging things up to spook her.

mom’s height and eyes + dad’s cheekbones and shit-eating grin = absolute heartbreaker (also bisexual disaster)

fiachra took pretty quickly to druidic magic, particularly loving tending to and working with plants. growing up, he’d always admired the tempest blades, and he worried that if he didn’t practice more martial abilities, he wouldn’t be able to join, until his grandpa reminded him that his mom was one of the most powerful fighters alive, and then he decided to devote himself to his druidic crafts while focusing on his martial capabilities while using them.

derrig became something of a father figure to fiachra, bc that man collected stray sons like pokémon. will was also like an older brother to him, and fiachra grew up thinking he was so cool and wanting to be just like him.

in this timeline, otohan’s attack on zephrah was actually targeted at him. keyleth was supposed to be away, but due to a last-minute scheduling change, she was in zephrah, so she was able to save her son from being slaughtered, so vax didn’t have to come. keyleth was beyond livid when her son nearly died, so she was extra incensed when she came to crash the malleus key.

fiachra was not allowed to go to the first incursion at the malleus key, and he was pissed. when his mom came back inches from death, he wanted to take off and kill ludinus all by himself. he needed to be physically restrained in order to keep him from doing something insanely stupid.

[revesdautomobiles]

[ruhurevan-tr]

Cömertlik mevzuunda bakın ne diyor Abdullah Efendi:

- Cömert o kimsedir ki, verdiği şeylerde bir mükafat düşüncesi yoktur.

Sevab kazanmak veya hayırla anılmak için (yapılan) cömertlikleri (yüce Allah) ancak bir alış-veriş sayar..

Ün ve sevab taleb eden cömert belki kerem şehrindendir, lâkin onun evi kale kapısı(nın) dışındadır...

Cömerttir, ikramlıdır, sofrası açıktır, Fakat sofra sahibi değildir. Hânesinde misâfirine serdiği sofrada birlikte oturup, cümle nimetlerin ve sofraların sahibi (olan) yüce Allah'a -celle celâluhu- şükür eder ve kendini aradan çıkarır. Ettiği hizmet ile dava eylemez. Âciz varlığını Hak sofrasında bir kepçe ve o kepçeden rızık edinen bir sâhil (sâil, isteyici, dilenci) kabul eder.

[beforehollywood]

[metrocentric]

München / Munich

[naturspezl]

Immerse yourself in the soothing nature of the German Alps with this calming mountain river ambience. 🌊

[foreverlostinparadise]

Das ist schon wieder nicht der Sommer meines Lebens

[matthewgrantanson]

Festivities along the Isar, Munich -- September 8th, 2024

Etsy

[buttonart]

one love

3.2.24, braunauer bruecke

[lisabrueckner]

11/5/24

[waltwhitmansbeard]

chapter eight

Three days after her Westruun trip, Keyleth returns home in the evening at the end of a marathon of meetings to find her father waiting outside. This is hardly unusual; Korrin is almost always hovering somewhere near the door, trying not to seem like he’s worrying. Tonight, though, he’s got a funny look on his face, the kind that suggests a conversation needs to be had before going inside. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says unconvincingly. “It’s not bad. I mean, I don’t think it’s bad.”

“Oh gods.” Keyleth pushes inside, where she’s greeted by the distant, unmistakable sounds of arcane magic from somewhere up above. 

“We probably should have asked first!” Korrin calls after her as she scurries as fast as her wobbling legs will take her upstairs. It’s not hard to follow the low bangs and shuffling all the way toward her bedroom, or rather, the room next to it, which she opens hesitantly. 

“No, not yet!”

But it’s too late. Keyleth stands in the doorway, staring at Gilmore with a slack jaw. He’s frozen in the middle of the room, the setting sun illuminating him from behind like a halo, his usual purple robes rolled up to the elbow and his beringed fingers waggling in the air as he levitates an ornate rocking chair near the window. He grins sheepishly. “Surprise?”

The room is…transformed. Keyleth’s known for some time now that this is the room she’ll be using for a nursery, given that it’s right next door to her own, but she’s been putting off actually doing anything with it, given the general state of her life. Now, instead of bare walls and a plain wood floor, the room has come alive, with vines climbing up toward the ceiling in swirling patterns and thick, mossy rugs of every shade of green and furniture, which, she admits, is probably important. A crib of white oak and a matching armoire in the corner, each hand-carved with intricate botanical patterns and the symbol of the Ashari—the aforementioned rocking chair, plushly padded and now magically rocking on its own—a pair of raw wood shelves laden with children’s books in several languages, including Celestial, which she has to imagine comes from Percy—a changing table exactly the right height for Keyleth, with a mysterious door in the side—hanging from the ceiling, just above the crib, a delicate mobile of black birds that circle round and round by either mechanical or arcane means, she can’t be sure. 

Her throat is instantly thick. The room is beautiful, absolutely stunning, full of life and light and joy. The more her eyes roam around, the more details she spies that nearly take her out at the knees. The stuffed bear in the crib, covered in tiny pink bows. The toy lute tucked among the books. The blanket draped over the back of the rocking chair, embroidered with the sprawling branches of the Sun Tree. A bouquet of snowdrops on a side table in a water jug that looks remarkably like the one Grog liked to eat mayonnaise from. A miniature golden robot, quill in hand, on a shelf. The small wooden raven perched at the head of the crib, its long beak curving down in stoic watch over the bed inside. 

Gilmore crosses over and gently hooks his arm in hers to pull her inside. “I didn’t get the chance to catch up while you were in Westruun, but that’s fine, because it gave me the opportunity to do this.”

“Gil…” she chokes out, nose snotty and eyes wet. “It’s…it’s just…”

He pats her arm. “Let me give you a tour.”

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[culturadellastrada]

[grrl-beetle]

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