#digital flashcards

[free4kidss]

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[blusmarty]

3D Letters and Numbers Flashcards

Learn letters and numbers with stunning 3D animated flashcards! Featuring vibrant, three-dimensional designs with smooth animations and a clean white background, these educational cards make learning fun and engaging for all ages.

[igradeed]

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[inbetweencoffees]

present tense verbs + masculine/neutral words

Guess who gave up on studying math (for now). I spent most of my day reading. In the end I read 5 articles on the anti ai and modern luddite movement and 60 pages in my book. After a longer break to eat dinner I continued studying croatian. Today consisted of translating sentences (which was quite hard because I was lacking the needed vocabulary) and writing flashcards for present verb tense, masculine and neutral word endings :)

Screentime: 1h (who am I and what have I done to Finn?)🦦

[magentagalaxies]

Buddy Cole documentary update:

arts and crafts time babey! (aka i just printed out a 3 page table of video/audio clips that could potentially be used in the next buddy cole doc trailer and now i'm taping them to color-coded flashcards so i can start moving them around into a sequence and see how much video/audio is still needed)

putting the paper in "paper edit" lmao

[smartprofitx]

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[ljbrary]

18 sentence horror story:

it’s day before my hardest final in my hardest class of the semester, and so far in college. i open the app i’ve been using to make flashcards; i’ve made a lot of progress over the last seven days, with hundreds of cards. the app loads… and comes up with… nothing.

i stare, in utter confusion and disbelief, at the empty folder within it. what? i just made like 300 cards? Why are they not there?

i reload it. i reload again.

nothing. nada. zip.

not a single flash card is there.

it dawns on me, as these kinds of things tend to do: slowly, and then all at once. this app has deleted hundreds of cards overnight, every single one i have labored over for the past 7 days: gone. the day before my final. this has to be a sign from up above. i know not what to do, so i come to tumblr.com in resignation.

[lifeisblogging]

Achieve Your Best Year Yet with the Journal Planner 2025 + Affirmation Flashcards

Are you ready to make 2025 your most productive and fulfilling year yet? Meet your ultimate planning companion: The Journal Planner 2025 + 12 Affirmation Flashcards. This isn’t just any planner—it’s a powerful toolkit crafted to help you map out your year, set achievable goals, and stay inspired every step of the way.

Why Choose the Journal Planner 2025?

1. Comprehensive Planning Layouts This planner covers all the essentials, from monthly overviews and weekly breakdowns to daily schedules. You can map out your month with purpose, keep track of weekly to-dos, and use daily prompts to maintain focus on what matters most.

2. Goal-Setting & Progress Tracking Start your year by setting impactful goals. The Journal Planner 2025 includes guided sections to help you establish both short-term and long-term objectives. Plus, built-in progress tracking lets you celebrate small wins and adjust your goals as you go. Whether it’s career growth, personal well-being, or creative projects, this planner is designed to support you.

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The Bonus: 12 Affirmation Flashcards

As a special bonus, each Journal Planner 2025 includes 12 Affirmation Flashcards one for each month of the year. These flashcards are more than just beautiful designs; they’re crafted to keep you centered and positive. Imagine starting each month with a new affirmation to guide your mindset, encourage gratitude, and build resilience.

These affirmations are your monthly reminders to stay grounded, reflect on your journey, and keep pushing toward your dreams.

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[sporadicdreampainter-blog]

flash cards-Kawaii animals

✨ Discover the Joy of Learning with Kawaii Animal Flashcards! ✨

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Each card features an adorable cartoon illustration of a kawaii-style animal with big, expressive eyes and playful smiles, accompanied by the animal's name in clear, easy-to-read text. These flashcards are perfect for children who love animals and enjoy learning in a fun, visual way. Designed to fit perfectly in small hands, with a clean white background that makes the animals pop!

🔹 50 cards filled with fun and learning! 🔹 Beautiful, simple design with kawaii-style cartoons! 🔹 Teach animal names in a cute, engaging way! 🔹 Perfect for homeschooling, classrooms, or playtime!

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[midnightdawn17]

The physical personification of rain! I have a couple of sketches of similar concepts (sun, snow, etc.) that I might end up properly drawing soon. That will be under the tag 'Weather Girls' if I end up doing so.

I'm not completely happy with this one but I was working on it for a couple of hours and at a certain point you've just got to say that its good enough. I might end up re-drawing this at some point in the future but for now? This is fine.

[unimatrix-420]

[glowettee]

✧ girlblogging saved my life | tribute to girlbloggers of tumblr

💌 a love letter to the girls who feel everything all at once

hi angel. mindy here.

i just want to talk to you for a second. not as a persona, not as a brand, not even as a blog, but as a girl who started typing into a blank text box one day and never stopped.

because the truth is, i didn’t make this blog because i was healed. i made it because i was hurting.

and somewhere between the aesthetic pinterest photos, the late-night diary entries, the posts that only got 3 notes, the 2am reblogs of girls who looked like soft versions of my pain... i found something. i found you.

✿

i didn’t know i was creating a life raft when i made this blog. but looking back, i can see it so clearly now: i was a girl who needed a safe place to feel everything. to be too much, too emotional, too ambitious, too dreamy. irl, i felt like i was being graded for everything, my appearance, my intelligence, my tone of voice, even the way i sat in a chair. everything had to be curated and clean and perfect.

but on here? on tumblr? i could fall apart in lowercase.

i could write things like “i feel like a forgotten ballerina in a dusty theater” and no one would ask me if i was okay. they’d just reblog it with “me too.” and somehow, that felt more healing than any conversation i’d ever had.

✿

girlblogging didn’t just save my life. it gave me one.

a life where i could romanticize my flashcards, where healing could look like claw clips and classical music and drinking water in a wine glass. a life where i could turn loneliness into poetry and ambition into art. a life where i wasn’t just surviving... i was curating, creating, soft-launching a girl i had always dreamed of being.

i started girlblogging when i didn’t have the words for what i was feeling. but now i know, it was grief. it was burnout. it was self-abandonment. and slowly, one pink post-it thought at a time, i started writing my way back to myself.

✿

when people ask what girlblogging even is, i just smile. because it’s not something you can explain in one sentence. it’s something you feel.

it’s the way you post blurry photos of your eyeliner because it makes you feel powerful. it’s the way you build entire personalities out of fictional girls like spencer hastings, wonyoung, cher horowitz, and elle woods. it’s the way you turn your trauma into templates and your survival into routines. it’s how we whisper “you’re not alone” to each other through digital scraps of diaries, gifs, playlists, and checklists titled ✧ how to feel like yourself again.

girlblogging is archiving your girlhood in real-time. and i think that’s the most radical thing we’ve ever done.

✿

i’ve met girls here who are quiet geniuses. girls who write like moonlight. girls who study like the world is ending. girls who’ve taught me how to rest, how to flirt with life again, how to turn breakdowns into soft resets. girls who made me feel seen in a way real life never did.

and the best part? they’re just like me. just like you. we’re all here, in this glittery corner of the internet, building worlds from our bedrooms, lighting candles for each other, sending each other healing in the form of moodboards and poetry and routines.

this is a community of unspoken survival. we never say it directly. we just post something beautiful and hope someone else recognizes the ache behind it.

and we do. every time.

✿

so this is my love letter. to you. to the girlbloggers. to the dreamers who stayed up late to make a new aesthetic header even though they had homework. to the girls who reblogged posts about self-worth while silently trying to believe them. to the ones who took notes like it was an artform. to the ones who healed in lowercase and sparkles. to the ones who are still learning how to love themselves in soft, sustainable ways.

you saved me. girlblogging saved me. you taught me how to live again.

and i just want to say... whatever you’re going through, you’re not weird for needing this space. you’re not cringey for making everything an aesthetic. you’re not “too much” for feeling everything at once.

you’re just a girl in the middle of becoming. and that’s a sacred thing.

never let the world convince you that softness isn’t powerful. it is. it always has been.

✿

so keep posting your little poems and guides. keep updating your theme at 1am. keep reblogging things that feel like you. because maybe girlblogging isn’t about being seen. maybe it’s about seeing yourself for the first time in forever.

and maybe that’s enough.

tributed to all the girlblogging community on tumblr + these amazing creators/girlbloggers:

@prettieinpink

@honeytonedhottie

@b3byd0ll

@thegirlingold

@dollywons

@agirlwithglam

@cantmakeitonmyown

@bunnysdollette

@maxiglow

@malusokay

@girljournal

@bloomzone

@4theitgirls

@milkoomi

@realprissygirl

~ mindy ♡

[jesuistrestriste]

hey sage.. so i’ve been thinking about nerdy scientist!art.. i need someone to hear my plea

venus ! ! ! art is canonically really smart so yea. i see this. he was definitely pretty nerdy in high school and it followed him into his college years..

cw (18+) : nerdy!art, mutual touching, coming in pants,

nerdy!art who approaches you after your guys’ organic chemistry class to offer you tutoring services, claiming that he’s heard you talk to others about how you’re struggling with the topics. he smiles all sweet, backpack slung over one shoulder, blonde ringlets hanging in front of his forehead. it’s hard to resist his kindness. you agree.

you meet him in his dorm room a few days later on the weekend and are met with the smell of him wafting through the space. the light scent of sandalwood shampoo and fresh clothes and open books. he ushers you in and beckons you over to his bed, getting out his laptop and beginning to walk you through his notes. he’s incredibly attentive, too—always checking in to make sure you understand what he’s explaining, and always calling out the confused expression that spreads over your face silently when you’re lost. he laughs and shakes his head, “ask me anything, i’m like a human textbook. it’s actually kinda sad.”

after a few hours though, it gets dark. the two of you are left—still studying—in his room, with a singular desk lamp on in the corner. his thigh brushes your own; an accident. but it’s not a mistake when you turn to meet his eyes for the millionth time and you suddenly feel the need to repay him for his time and effort. you kiss him, and he instantly goes boneless against you. he parts his lips instinctually to give you full access to his mouth, his tongue soft and slick and waiting for yours. the moan that spills from his chest when you kiss him harder is lewd, almost egregiously so, but it doesn’t slow him down or embarrass him. he’s too caught up in the feeling of hot ache bursting in his lower stomach, his erection definitely tenting his sweatpants. fingers creep over your thigh, pulling you closer. then he breaks the kiss to mumble into the corner of your mouth, “oh my god, can i touch you? you’re so warm, fuck—“

he feels like he could finish right then and there. when you respond by crashing your mouth into his neck, he slides his hand down the front of your bottoms to seek out your arousal. moans when he finds it with his fingertips and begins gently caressing you with slow, stuttered circles of his digits. your hand finds his bulge and then it’s nearly over—

“fuck!” he whimpers, curling forward, “fuck, fuck, i’m sorry, im gonna come if you touch me like that..”

but you don’t care. you don’t want to stop. what does it matter if he finishes fast? it’s flattering. you wonder if he’s a virgin.

your touch wraps around his clothed length and gives it four slow tugs before he’s choking on a wet whine and grasping at your shirt with his free hand, his fingertips halting on your sex. you feel his cock throb with the thrums of his orgasm, and you smirk as you kiss his jaw. he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle the resulting groan.

“sorry.. so sorry..” the words come out breathless and flustered into your frame, his entire body still twitching as he comes down, “i don’t usually—.. hngh.. —that fast.. god..”

you shrug. you tell him it’s no big deal, and how you’re chill with it. you make sure to emphasize how hot it is that he’s sensitive. he lets out a shaky sigh.

“i selfishly hope that you don’t do super well on the quiz,” he whispers, “so you can come back here next week and.. and we can do this all over again..”

you lathe your tongue over his pulse. he shudders like he’s being shocked; tense and erratic.

—

you get a few questions wrong—on purpose—on the knowledge check so that you can present the low grade to him afterwards. he smiles nervously and leans in, “come with me back to mine? i just made a new set of flashcards..”

it only takes five minutes of being back in his dorm before you’re all over each other; your hand in his hair, his hips pressed to yours, his moans filling your head.

best tutor ever.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

so glad to see you’ve been doing well!! SO SO SO excited for the return of the lando series ive missed it dearly

(6) Day Off - Lando Norris

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Things were finally back to normal, and Lando didn’t feel like anything could stop him. Even if you weren’t together in school at all, he didn’t care in the slightest. His routine was now: get home from school, have a quick shower, really quickly eat tea with his family and go upstairs to phone you. 

He did that every single day, without fail. You always teased him about it, often remarking that it was like he couldn’t relax if he didn’t hear your voice. He hated to admit that you were right, but he always just laughed it off and said ‘you wish’. 

Things at school had also been cooling off. No one had said anything to Lando about you, and no one had said anything to you about Lando. You and Lilly still hated each other with a burning passion, but she had stopped with the snide remarks. You still received your fair share of dirty looks, however. 

After a lot of begging, you had let Lando sit back next to you in maths again. Miss Kennedy was surprised, and was waiting for Lando to be sent to the back row again with a sulk, but the day never came.

Today was a Wednesday, and you were waiting at your desk for Lando’s phone call. You kept replaying your little scene in the milk aisle, and your heart always warmed at the thought of Lando’s arms around you.

You didn’t feel like you deserved for him to have taken you back so quickly and on multiple occasions, but you wouldn't complain in the slightest. Now that you had him, you were keeping him around for the long haul.

You had started to make work on your maths homework, getting a few questions done before your phone buzzed on your desk. “Hey,” you greeted, picking up the call and placing your phone back down on the wood top of your desk.

“Heya, I swear if you’re doing homework I am coming to your house and forcing you to have a break.” he replied, knowing that you were doing homework every time he spoke to you over the phone.

“One of us has to maintain our perfect reputation, Lando.” you mused, and you could practically see him rolling his eyes.

“You’re perfect all the damn time, can’t you let loose and have some fun just this once?” he whined, but he knew that you wouldn’t listen to his pleas. Not even Lando could stop you from doing the homework that you needed to do as soon as you could get it done.

“Oh yeah? And what are you doing right now, Norris?” you asked.

“As a matter of fact, my dad has just let me know that he has glued together your flashcard holder and it is drying in the garage,” he smugly explained, and you couldn’t suppress the smile that grew on your face as he spoke. 

Since you had made up, Lando had taken it upon himself to finish your flashcard holder that you had tried to make in that fateful DT lesson. At the thought of it, your fingers on your left hand flexed, the skin that made up the scars across the digits still taut. 

You had tried to protest to Lando that he didn’t have to finish it and that you were perfectly capable, but he had put his foot down and shown how stubborn he could be. Lando brought all of the pieces home that he had painted, and he and his dad had put on all the bells and whistles. 

There was a closing lid with a clasp, 11 perfectly sized dividers, a drawer at the base where you could store a few pens and pencils, plus a couple other bits and bobs that the duo had come up with. Lando had been bigging it up for the few days that he had been working on it, and you trusted him fully.

“Your dad is busy, Lando. I don’t want him to feel like he has to make it for me…” you trailed off, thinking about all of the work that they were doing for you while you just got a good grade and a useful product. 

“He doesn’t have to. He does it because I ask him to and we do it together. And I do it because I want to do it for you and I know that you’re absolutely hopeless in the workshop. I am never letting you near a saw again if I’m not watching,” he sternly said, and he couldn’t hide the hint of protectiveness that had crept into his voice. 

“It wasn’t that bad,” you said, your statement instantly met with a scoff from Lando. 

“Wasn’t that bad? You nearly chopped your fingers off and you gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at him. 

“God, you’re dramatic,” you laughed. 

“Dramatic? I’m dramatic?! Yeah, well, we’ll see who’s being dramatic when I nearly chop my fingers and you have to drag my ass over to the nurse’s office and you’re terrified that I’m going to pass out and hurt myself even more and that you won’t be able to catch me in time and- you get the point.” he cut off his ramble, not wanting to reveal the true depths of the fears he had when you had sliced your fingers. 

In his head, all the way to the nurse’s office, he was planning what he would do if you did pass out. He’d have to catch you so you wouldn’t hit your head, and he’d probably have to lie you down on the floor and go find a teacher. 

But, he wouldn’t want to leave you alone just in case you woke up and he wasn’t back to comfort you, so he assessed where the nearest staff personnel was as you walked through each corridor. He was also perfectly prepared to take his blazer off and use it as a pillow for you if it came to it.

Lando did tend to be observant, but he was scrutinising your every move on the short work to the medical room. He had never seen someone he cared about so much be in so much pain, and it scared him. 

All he wanted was to hold you close and wrap you in bubble wrap so that there was nothing that could hurt you ever again. It hurt just as much when he had to leave you by yourself with the nurse. He remembered what the fresh cuts on your fingers looked like, and he hadn’t had a chance to look at the scars that the incident had left on your hand.  

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty scary, hey?” you acquiesced, not wanting him to think about it anymore. 

“You’re damn right it was.” he agreed, calming down from his little outburst. The two of you talked for the rest of the night, as you always did, and Lando found it especially funny when your mum had come into the room and told you that it was time to go to bed and you had to hang up. 

He’d get to talk to you tomorrow, so he wasn’t overly concerned about saying goodbye for now. Yet, as the next day rolled around, Lando couldn’t spot you in the school halls. You weren’t by your locker in the morning, you weren’t in the library at your breaks or lunch, you weren’t in maths with him at the end of the day. 

You just weren’t there. 

You were never not there, never. You always showed up to school on time and he had never known you to take a day off, even before you had started talking. He had sent you a few texts, asking where you were and if you were alright, but he hadn’t received a response. 

Just as he got in his mum’s car, his phone pinged with a text. All he could do is hope that it was you, and his prayers were answered. You had responded and said that you had thrown up the night before and thought it would be best to rest for the day since you still weren’t feeling very well.

Lando’s first instinct was to ask if you needed anything, but there was another burning question at the forefront of his mind. He asked if there was anyone taking care of you for the day, since he knew your parents were gone for work early and back pretty late. From his knowledge, they would only be back at around seven, which was nearly four hours away from the current time. 

Your grandma had been over for a bit at lunchtime to make you food and ensure that you were resting, but that wasn’t enough to pacify Lando. Someone had been taking care of you for an hour, two hours max, and you had been left to deal with your own illness all day without someone to help you.

Without thinking, Lando offered to come over for a few hours. He just wanted to comfort you in your time of need, as any good friend would do. Naturally. 

You weren’t keen on accepting the offer, since you didn’t want to give him whatever bug or virus you had contracted. The thought of having Lando over was intriguing, though. It would be nice to laugh with him, or have him sit with you while you watched TV…

And that was the exact reason you finally sent through the text to tell him that he was allowed to come over to yours. Lando was stunned when he saw you approve of his request. He was actually going to get to spend some time with you. Real, quality time without anyone else there.

Initially, his mum was not happy with the idea at all. It was expected, since letting a teenage boy go over to the house of the girl he likes all by himself with no parental supervision was traditionally a recipe for disaster. Hormones were running rampant, and it wasn’t far-fetched to assume what might happen. 

His dad had had the same thought, trying to convince Lando to take the condoms that he got from sex ed class with him while his mum wasn’t listening. It was safe to say that he had never been more mortified at anything his dad had ever said to him. 

He wouldn’t do that with you, not yet anyway. Had he thought about it? That was a completely different story, but that was a topic for a whole different day nonetheless, and he certainly didn’t think about that right now. It would have caused a whole world of problems. 

But, after plenty of begging and promising to be on his best behaviour, Lando’s mum relented. She said she needed to see you first to check that you were actually sick and not just using it as an excuse for him to come over, but she trusted the two of you.

Lando had also texted through to tell you not to make yourself dinner, since Lando’s mum had made extra food for him to bring over for you. A hearty beef stew, just what a sick person would need to warm their soul.

Him and his mum left their house as soon as he had gotten changed, and she had finished boxing up the stew that had been slow cooking all day. They also made a snack stop off on the way, Lando picking out some of your favourite chocolates and sweets that he knew you liked. 

On the more practical side of things, his mum forced him to take with him a box of paracetamols, ibuprofen and anti-nausea tablets. He was sure that you would already have those in the house, but she was right when she said it was the thought that counts. 

With his snacks and medicine stashed in his backpack, Lando got out of the car and walked up the path to our front door. His mum was watching with her eagle eyes from the car, ready to suss out a lie from a mile away.

As you opened the door, it was very clear that you were telling the truth. You were sick. You were wrapped in the biggest hoodie she thought she had ever seen, your face white as a ghost. Your eyes appeared a bit puffy from a distance, and it looked like you were holding tissues in your hand with one arm crossed over your stomach.

She was happy that you wouldn’t be up for anything with Lando anyway, even if it was meant to be that type of meeting, so she put the car into drive and headed home. 

Lando stood in front of the door for a second. He just let himself drink in the sight of you, clearly sick and uncomfortable. Somehow, though, you were still gorgeous as ever to him. You being ill hadn’t deterred him in the slightest. If anything, he wanted to be near you more so that he could take care of you like he knew you deserved.

��Come on in. Sorry, the place isn’t very tidy, I would’ve cleaned but I couldn’t really be arsed.” you said, standing aside to let him through the door. Even when you were sick, you still had that sass that he found so endearing. Your voice was deeper, more gravelly from throwing up. It wasn’t bad sounding, not by any means. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about that. I just care how you’re doing.” he softly smiled, following you through to the living room. Instantly, he spotted your safe haven for the day. In the corner of the L-shaped settee, pillows were expertly set up for you to be as comfortable as possible, as well as a blanket tossed to the side that probably ended up there when you had gotten up to answer the door.

You sat back down in your spot, Lando sitting next to you. He didn’t sit too close, not wanting to seem overbearing. Even if he knew that you would fit perfectly if you were snuggled into his side. 

“Do you want food now or would you rather wait a bit?” he asked, watching your reactions closely. He knew that you probably weren’t in the mood for eating right now, since there was no doubt that you were feeling nauseous. 

“Whenever you want is good, I don’t really mind,” you said, glad that Lando was going to make food for you. Cooking was not at the top of your list of activities you wanted to do.

“I also brought snacks, but I’m not sure if you really want those,” he chuckled, glancing over at his bag where your favourite chocolate was. “Do you want me to get you anything? A drink, another blanket, medicine for anything?” he offered, ready to spring into action if you needed anything.

“Just water, please. The glasses are in the kitchen to the top left of the sink. And you can get whatever you want out of the fridge or anything, you’ve got free reign.” you told him, and Lando was straight off the couch and straight into the kitchen.

He did as you asked, getting two glasses out of the aforementioned cupboard and filling them with tap water. “Do you want ice?” Lando called to you, earning a hoarse ‘yes please’ as a reply. You thought it would do good for your sore throat.

He found the ice in a drawer in the freezer, popping a few cubes into each glass with a plink. “Here,” he smiled, handing you the glass. You gave him a small smile as a thank you. Lando sat back down on the couch beside you, fully content with the silence that had settled between you. 

He couldn’t stand how pale you looked, how much he wanted to make you feel better. He felt completely useless. All he could do was sit there and try to help you to the best of his ability, but his attempts felt futile. “Are you sure there’s nothing-” Lando started, but was cut off when you rested your head on his shoulder. 

You didn’t know what had come over you, but you needed the comfort and his shoulder was the perfect height for your neck to be comfortable. You also didn’t stop yourself from snuggling into his side. He was warm, and he was a very good thing to cuddle up to, in your opinion. 

After a few moments, Lando felt less frigid with you. He was tense to start off with, the sudden affectionate gesture throwing him off guard somewhat. But, he quickly settled into it. He relaxed more, and he even let himself sling a comfortable arm over your shoulder. 

“Are you too warm?” Lando quietly asked, bringing a hand up to your forehead as he felt the heat of your body through your clothes. You were hotter than you usually would have been, but you didn’t have a high fever.

“Just a little, but it’ll go,” you told him, making no effort to move from the position you were in. You were extremely comfortable with your makeshift human pillow. Both of you sat there for  a while, and Lando could feel himself getting hungry.

He didn’t want to push you to have dinner, since he didn’t want to move you away from his side. This had been all he had wanted with you for ages, even if he was sure that it was just in a completely platonic, friendly way. 

“Hungry?” you broke the silence after hearing his stomach rumble. If you were looking at him, you would have seen the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Yeah, but we can eat whenever you want to,” he reassured, not wanting to rush you. He would do everything on your terms, since you were the sick one and you were the one he was meant to be taking care of.

“No, dinner sounds good right about now. What did you say your mum made?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder so that you could look at him properly. He turned to look at you, and he was barely centimetres away from you. 

He could notice every freckle on your skin, every last rivet on your face, each tiny speck of colour in your eyes. He just wanted to lean in and steal a kiss, but he knew he’d be pushing his luck. But damn did he want to try.

“Beef stew. She also made dumplings but you don’t have to have those if you don’t want,” he told you.

“But the dumplings are the best bit,” you chuckled, getting up and starting to walk to the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked, getting up as well and approaching you. In his eyes, you were a fragile china doll who he just wanted to love and swaddle and protect. He already missed the warmth of you by his side, but he was sure he’d be back, cuddling up with you. 

“I was going to do the food?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, you’re not doing the food. I will. Go sit,” he said. You couldn’t even protest when he put a hand on the small of your back and gently pushed you back towards the couch. “Please, I’m here to help you, not make you do all the work yourself. That’s not fair. And, the food is in my bag so you won’t know where it is,” he told you, and you collapsed back into the cushions.

Lando smiled to himself, going to his backpack and producing the two containers of stew that he had packed. “Where are the plates?” he called to you as he popped them both in the microwave to warm up.

“Cupboard to the left of the fridge,” you shouted back. Well, it wasn’t really a shout. It was an attempt at one, the soreness of your throat not helping with your projection. 

Lando found the plates, scooping out the stew and dumplings out in even proportions. He wasn’t wanting to overface you, but he also didn’t want to give you a tiny amount that it seemed patronising.

He found the knives and forks himself, placing them on the plates and carrying them through. “Are we eating on the couch or do we have to eat at the table?” he asked.

“Normally we’d have to eat at the table, but I really don’t want to. As long as we don’t spill, it’s fine,” you said, shuffling closer to the arm of the chair so that you could balance your plate on it. 

“OK,” he nodded, putting your plate down next to you as he sat beside you, pulling the coffee table closer so that he could put his plate on there. “Eat whatever you want, I get that you’re probably not hungry,” he reassured, not wanting you to feel any pressure.

“Thank you, tell your mum that it’s absolutely delicious,” you said after scooping a forkful of stew and dumplings into your mouth. It was exactly what your body needed. Simple on the flavour, but warming to the soul. 

“It’s a favourite of mine,” he smiled, glad you like his mum’s cooking. It was nice to be able to share one of his favourite family dishes with you, especially in a setting so precious as your own home. 

The two of you ate in relative silence apart from a few passing comments as the time went by. You had the TV on quietly in the background, but neither of you were really watching it. Lando leant back on the couch when he was done, his plate fully cleared.

You, on the other hand, had left about a quarter of your food. Lando didn’t take it to heart, since he was sure that nausea wasn’t making eating the most pleasant experience for you. He watched as you put your knife and fork to the side fully before assuming you were finished.

“Again, tell your mum that that is absolutely delicious. I would have finished it on a normal day,” you smiled, and he appreciated the consolation that you would’ve eaten it. 

“I’ll go and do the dishes,” he said, picking up both of your plates. If only his mum could see him now. Doing the dishes. He never offered to do the dishes at home, him and his siblings working on a rota throughout the week. So to see him doing it voluntarily, she would have been proud of him. 

“You can just put them in the dishwasher. Under the microwave,” you told him, and he found the larger drawer and opened the dishwasher. He slotted the plates in, before closing the machine back up and going back to sit with you. 

“Do you want dessert or would you rather give it a miss?” he asked, bringing his backpack over to where he was sitting with you and rooting through the crinkly packets of sweets and bars of chocolate. He dumped them all out on the table, and you couldn’t help but smile. He had brought all of your favourites.

“Ugh, I wish I could but I really don’t think it would be the most sensible idea for my stomach…” you said, feeling bad that you wouldn’t even be able to eat the stuff he had brought for you, and so thoughtfully as well.

“It’s OK, I’ll leave them here and you can have them when you’re feeling better,” he said, slinging an arm back around your shoulders. He was glad to have made the first move this time, and you snuggled into his side yet again. 

He had never been so comfortable with someone, never been so content. This was what he thought a relationship was meant to be. A real relationship. Cuddles, conversations and taking care of each other. 

Lando pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over your shoulders, making sure you were tucked in and cozy. Without thinking, like many things he did when he was around you, he planted a quick but soft kiss on the top of your head. He hoped you hadn’t noticed, but the way you tensed in his arms told him the opposite.

“Tell me if you get too warm, OK?” he mumbled, trying to distract from the sudden gesture of affection. In truth, he wanted to do it again. 

“I will,” you confirmed, relaxing in his embrace again. Your mind was racing though. Lando. Kissed you. Lando had just kissed you. You’d wanted him for so long and then he had just kissed you. Yes, it was only on the top of your head, but it was a kiss nonetheless. 

Both of you tried to focus on the TV rather than the storm of feelings that was swirling inside the both of you, unsure of what to do next. Ignoring it seemed like the least awkward, but tackling it head on seemed like the mature option. And, it would probably have a better outcome.

But, you felt the feeling of nausea creeping up on you. The one that had become awfully familiar over the last couple of days. Lando felt you tense up again, unsure of what was wrong. Before he had the chance to ask, however, you were on your feet and striding towards the bathroom. 

As he heard you start to wretch, it felt like his heart was breaking. He couldn’t stop himself as he followed you in, kneeling down your hunched over form. “It’s OK, you’re OK, let it all out…” he soothed, reiterating the words that his mum used to say to him when he was sick. 

His hand found a place on your back, rubbing up and down to try and offer some comfort, and trying to show that he was there for you. “I’m sorry, this is really gross,” you said, feeling unbelievably embarrassed that Lando was having to see you puke your guts out with his own beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m not phased. I’ve got younger siblings, I’m used to a hell of a lot worse,” he joked, not wanting you to feel ashamed that you were sick. If anything, he was glad that you were throwing up when he was around so that you had someone to comfort you.

Lando noticed how you kept tucking your hair behind your ears and how it kept slipping back in front of your face, so he held it all back with his free hand that wasn’t rubbing circles on your back. “You’ll feel so much better in a few minutes,” he consoled.

“I promise it’s not your mum’s cooking,” you mumbled, not wanting him to feel like you didn’t like it. 

“I know, it’s OK. You’re sick, this is bound to happen,” he chuckled, letting go of your hair as you sat back against the tiled wall of the bathroom. 

You looked even more pale, and you looked tired. “Do you want a water? Cold compress?” he asked. 

“Water, please,” you hoarsely said, your throat scratchy from throwing up. Lando retrieved your glass off the coffee table, filling it up in the kitchen and dropping in some ice cubes. “Here,” he said, handing the glass to you and making sure you had a proper grasp of it before he let go. 

As you drank, he picked up a wash cloth off the counter and wet it with lukewarm water. Lando knelt down in front of you, tilting your chin up with his finger. He gently cleaned around your mouth, before letting your head drop back down. 

There was something so intimate about the moment, about letting him take care of you. You were glad that he was so comfortable with being close to you, with touching you and helping you. It was also a miracle that he actually knew what to do. 

Lando remembered from all the times his mum looked after him when he was sick, or when he had to look after his siblings. It was different with you, though. It was better with you. “I think you should go to bed,” he said, offering a hand out to help you up from your spot on the floor. 

“No, no. The couch is good,” you dismissed, not wanting to be sat in bed while Lando was just chilling in the house. 

“Please? You really need more comfortable rest. Plus, you’ve been on the couch all day and a change of scenery would be good for you,” he pushed, eager to get you more settled in bed. “I don’t have to come in with you if you don’t want, I just want you to be more comfortable,” he added, suddenly conscious of the fact that you might not want him in your bedroom with you.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind you being in there. As long as you’re not in there by the time my parents get home, we’re all good.” you sighed, taking his hand and hauling yourself up onto your feet. Lando stood close to you, ready to assist if you felt wobbly on your feet or if you needed to be sick again.

You lead him through to your room, and he couldn’t help but look around. In many ways, it was just what he expected to see for your room. A desk pressed up against the wall with a cork board hanging overhead. It had revision lists, to do lists, and even a few photos with your nearest and dearest friends. He was surprised to see a photo of you and him up there, one that he had sneakily taken in the library when the librarian wasn’t looking.

This was during the time that you spent revising together, or doing homework, or just messing around. You were buried in your work, and it looked like maths homework while he looked at it. Half of the picture was occupied by Lando pulling a silly face into the camera. 

He remembered that it was one of the first things he had ever sent you after he had finally gotten your number, but he didn’t think you’d go to the effort of getting it printed and putting it up on your board. “You’ve put that picture up, huh?” he asked, looking at the other pictures there. 

Most of them were with people he didn’t know, the odd few with people he had seen around school. The others, he assumed, were of you and your family at birthday parties and get together. His eyes were more drawn to a picture of you and another boy. You had your arms around each other, goofy smiles plastered on your faces.

He didn’t know why he felt a pang of jealousy ripple through him, but he didn’t like the thought of another guy with his hands on you. Or having a space on your cork board. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to the boy in the image.

“That’s my cousin,” you said with a small smirk. You could tell he was envious of the boy, and you saw his shoulders sag in relief when he heard that there wasn’t any competition for you. Well, there wasn’t any competition. He had been declared the winner a long time ago, he just hadn’t realised yet. Not realised completely, anyway. 

“Ah, cousin, right…” he said, feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Of course it was your cousin, he’d know if there was another guy in your life. 

You crawled into bed, pulling back the covers to shuffle under. Lando watched as you propped up the pillows to your liking, and all he wanted to do was get in there with you and hold you until you fell asleep. “Would you like anything?” he asked, trying to distract from his jealousy. 

“Another water, please,” you said, and Lando was right on the case. You were so glad to have invited Lando over today, since it really was your saving grace. He was brilliant at taking care of you, and it seemed like he genuinely wanted to.

Plus, the little moments that you shared along the way were like golden nuggets along a path. You loved them. From leaning into his side and snuggling him, to when he kissed you on the head, all the moments with him were perfect. You still weren’t over the fact that he had kissed you, but there were zero complaints coming from you. 

“There you go,” he smiled, walking bag in and placing the glass of water down on your nightstand with a clink of the ice. He took in your cozy form, all snuggled up in that blue hoodie and- wait.

That was his hoodie. He had lent it to you a couple days ago when his mum had picked you up like she did a couple times a week. And now, you were wearing it when you were sick and were in need of comfort. 

“My hoodie, eh?” he said with a teasing tone to his voice. He was glad you were in it, and he didn’t want you in anything that wasn’t his hoodie at this point. The sudden possessiveness wasn’t unwelcomed completely, but it was out of nowhere for the most part. 

“Yeah, it’s really comfy and warm. But I’ll get it washed and back to you,” you said, snuggling down into the covers even more. 

“You don’t have to give it back, keep it. Looks better on you than it does on me,” he smiled, liking the idea of you always having one of his hoodies on standby. It was one of the most classic cliches in the book, and now you two were living it out. 

“Really? I don’t mind giving it back,” you dismissed, enjoying the idea of keeping the hoodie, but also feeling bad that he was just giving to you, seemingly without much thought.

“No, no. Seriously, it’s all yours,” Lando reassured, still standing by the bed. His stance was slightly awkward as he fiddled with his fingers, since he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He could take a risk and get in the other side with you, but he didn’t want to push it since he was already in your bedroom to begin with. 

He could pull up your desk chair to sit beside the bed, but then he also ran the risk of invading your space if you wanted to nap without him just sitting there and watching you. 

“Do you want to sit?” you asked, answering his question for him as you patted the empty space beside you on the bed. Lando felt like his heart was in his throat as he rounded the bed without thinking. His legs just carried him before his brain had time to protest. 

Lando sat against the headboard beside you, not wanting to get under the covers with you. Well, he did want to, but that definitely felt like he would be pushing it. You turned over to look at him, lying on your side as you looked up at him. 

God, how he just wanted to run his fingers through your hair and hold you until you fell asleep in his arms. Your cheeks were still flushed and your nose was slightly red, but it just made you even more adorable in his eyes. 

“You should really get some rest,” he softly said, wanting you to get better. At the same time, he knew he’d have to leave if you fell asleep. Your parents would be getting home within the hour, and he didn’t want to be found in your room while you were asleep.

He was expecting you to protest, but he was sure you still weren’t feeling well after being sick and dealing with the trials and tribulations of your illness. All you did was nod, shifting a little to get comfortable before closing your eyes.

“Thank you for today, Lando. I really needed it.” you mumbled, keeping your eyes closed. 

“Anytime,” he replied, glad that you had appreciated his efforts. He knew you would, but to be thanked was nice regardless. 

“I would let you stay, but I don’t know how my parents would react to me having a boy in my room. You’re welcome to stay for now though, they should be getting home in about 45 minutes,” you told him, and he had made the split second decision to stay for around half an hour. 

“That’s OK, I don’t want you getting in trouble,” he said. It was nice knowing that you wanted him to stay, but he understood what might have been assumed if he stayed and if your parents had caught him there. 

You didn’t respond, just letting your sick and weary body rest. Your breathing evened out, your chest rising and falling as you slept. Lando pulled his phone out of his pocket to text his mum, and she replied in due time to say that she would be there to pick him up in half an hour. That would give him a bit more time with you, but he would be gone with plenty of time before your parents returned home.

You just looked so peaceful, your illness not giving you any hassle as you were protected by your slumber. He wanted to take a picture to keep it forever, but he just had to be content with a mental snapshot for now. 

All he did was watch you sleep for the next twenty minutes, before he had to prepare himself to go. He didn’t want to leave your side in case you threw up again, or in case you needed him, but he had to. 

Lando collected the tupperware that he had brought the stew in and put it back in his bag, also making sure that no traces of his presence were left behind. Then, he let himself sit with you for a little bit longer. 

He had to keep checking his phone every few minutes, before the text that he was dreading came through. His mum was here and he had to leave you behind. Sure, your parents would be home soon and you’d have someone to look after you, but he preferred to do it himself. 

He left the sweets and chocolates that he had brought on your desk. Also, he tore a piece of paper out of one of your notebooks and wrote you a short note. He left it on top of the snacks, before standing in the doorway to your room and looking back at your sleeping form. 

Lando allowed himself to walk back over to your side, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Get better soon, I miss you.” he whispered, thinking back to how dull his day was without even seeing you in the halls. 

He couldn’t stop himself, there was just something about the feeling of your skin under his lips that he was getting a little obsessed with, and he definitely needed to rein it in before it got out of hand and he did something that took it too far. 

Then he had to go. He had to focus on walking down the stairs and out of the house so that his self control wouldn’t slip and so that he wouldn’t end up back in your room and back in your bed, where he knew he could keep you safe.

His mum was waiting outside, smiling as he got in the car. “How was she, sweetheart?” she asked, also being concerned about your wellbeing ever since Lando had told her about your current condition. 

“She isn’t feeling great. She was sick after dinner, and she just looked overall… flat.” he said, unsure on how to describe the state that you were in. 

“Bless her, that’s not good. Do you think she enjoyed the company?” she asked, pulling away from the curb and starting the drive home.

“I think she did, yeah,” he kept his answer short, not wanting to divulge into the fact that the two of you were practically snuggling on the couch and that he was suddenly so comfortable with kissing you on the head whenever he felt like it. “I might go back over tomorrow, she definitely won’t be in school tomorrow.” he said, hoping that you would be on board with the idea as well. 

“I think she’d appreciate that,” his mum agreed, smirking internally. It was obvious how smitten Lando was, but it was also absolutely adorable. His desire to take care of you was obvious, and  she was happy to encourage it as much as she could. He really was growing up into a fine young man. 

— 

As Lando predicted, you weren’t in school the next day. He was sneaking off to the bathroom to text you constantly throughout the duration of the school day, and he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. 

You told him how you were doing a little better and how you were able to eat the snacks he had left behind. It was good for him to know that he was providing you comfort, even when he wasn’t by your side. 

He still missed not seeing you around, though. It wasn’t the same without those stolen glances from across the corridor, or sitting with you during maths. He was longing for you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that that was the case. 

And finally, the next day rolled around and he was ready to endure another day without you. That was, until, he walked into maths and nearly stopped in his tracks. There you were, sitting in your seat with your books out in front of you. 

“You’re back…” he said in the otherwise empty classroom, Mrs Kennedy smirking to herself as she saw his reaction to your return. She was confident that Lando was absolutely besotted by you, and this only confirmed her suspicions. 

“Yeah, I didn’t want to miss much more,” you nodded, and he came to sit down beside you. Lando’s eyes scanned you up and down as if he were checking you over. He wanted to make sure your illness was fully gone, and he wasn’t opposed to trying to get you sent home if you weren’t feeling well. 

You looked a lot better than you had the other day, albeit still tired, but a lot better. The colour had returned to your cheeks and your eyes looked brighter. “Good, I was getting bored without you,” he smiled, his mind wandering back to the few hours he spent taking care of you.

How he longed to go back to that, to holding you and making sure you were alright. But, he had to focus on the fact that you were better. You were back, and you were better. That was what mattered. 

It didn’t take away from the fact that he wanted to be like that with you all the time, but he would take what he would get for now. The fear was that your vulnerability had only exacerbated his feelings for you, and he’d need to do something about it, and quickly. 

Lando was in too deep, and there was no turning back now. 

A/N - Here we are my loves, as promised! Thank you all so much for all of the excitement for the return of this series, it really means the world! Drop some ideas in my inbox for the next parts in this series, I wanna know where you guys want to see this story go! Love y'all💖

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°💸⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･Your 2H Sign = How To Make More $$$ 💳⋆.ೃ💰࿔*:･

Your 2nd house is the part of your chart can show you the best side hustle ideas to increase your income. Look at the sign on your 2nd House cusp, its ruling planet, and any planets sitting there. They symbolize out how you monetize.

The 2nd House is the House of Possessions: movable assets, cash flow, food, tools, anything you can trade. The sign on the cusp sets up your style of 'acquisition' (Taurus = slow‑build goods, Scorpio = high‑risk high‑reward holdings), while the ruler’s dignity and aspects describe reliability, or lack thereof, of income.

Planets inside the 2nd act like tenants shaping the property: Jupiter here inflates resources, Saturn conserves but can pinch, Mars spends to make, Venus monetizes aesthetics.

Because the 2nd is in aversion to the Ascendant (no Ptolemaic aspect), you often have to develop its promises actively: wealth isn’t “you,” it’s something you must manage. So, let's look at the kind of side hustles you can do to increase your revenue!

♈︎ Aries 2H: Physical, Fast, ACTION-Driven

(Aries rules motion, competition, fire, physical activity, force)

Personal trainer or group fitness instructor.

Manual labor gigs like junk removal, or yard work (physical and gives instant results.)

Motorcycle/scooter delivery (Uber Eats, DoorDash): speed + autonomy? Very Aries.

Selling refurbished sports equipment.

Pressure washing services, which is oddly satisfying AND includes aggressive water blasting lol.

Fitness bootcamps in local parks (Mars rules the battlefield… or, in this case, bootcamps)

Pop-up self-defense workshops

Bike repair and resale (hands-on + quick turnaround)

Car detailing (mobile service). You vs. grime. Who wins? You.

Sell custom gym gear or accessories.

♉︎ Taurus 2H: Sensory, Grounded, Product-Based

(Taurus rules the senses and the material world, it’s a sign connected to beauty and pleasure)

Bake-and-sell operation (bread, cookies) at markets. Taurus=YES to carbs and cozy smells.

Meal prep or personal chef (nourishing others = peak Taurus.)

Sell plants or houseplant propagation, you’re growing literal value.

Create and sell body care products: lotions, scrubs, soaps… (Venus-ruled.)

Furniture refinishing for resale.

Offer at-home spa services (facials, scrubs.)

Curate and sell gift boxes (Venus loves a well-wrapped present.)

Do minor home repair or furniture assembly.

Build and sell wooden plant stands or decor (wood + plants + aesthetic = Taurus.)

♊︎ Gemini 2H: Communicative, Clever, Multi-Tasking

(Gemini = ruled by Mercury = ideas, speech, tech, variety, teaching)

Freelance writing or blogging.

Transcription or captioning services.

Resume writing/job application support.

Social media management (multitasking + memes.)

Sell printable planners or flashcards (info = money.)

Offer typing or data-entry services, which are low lift & high focus

Sell templates for resumes, bios, or cover letters, Mercury loves a system!

Write email campaigns for small businesses, you can become the voice behind the curtain.

Teach intro to AI tools or chatbots (modern Mercurial real-world applications.)

Create micro-courses on writing or communication.

♋︎ Cancer 2H: Caring, Cozy, DOMESTIC

(Cancer rules the home, food, feelings. It’s the nurturer through and through)

Home organization services, give cluttered homes and their owners love.

Baking and delivering comfort desserts (cookies = hugs in edible form!!)

Make and sell homemade frozen meals, nourishing the body AND soul.

Offer elder companionship visits (heartfelt and so needed.)

Run a daycare or babysitting service. Moon=family.

Run a laundry drop-off/pickup service.

Custom holiday decorating (homes or offices), make it feel like home anywhere.

Help seniors with digital tools (basic tech help.)

Create sentimental gifts like memory jars or scrapbooks.

♌︎ Leo 2H: Expressive, Bold, Entertaining

(Leo rules performance, leadership, fame, visibility, and the desire to SHINE)

Portrait photography (kids, pets, solo, couples.)

Event hosting or party entertainment.

DJ for small events or weddings.

Basic video editing for others (help THEM shine!)

Personalized video messages. charisma = income.

Teach short performance workshops (confidence, improv) to help others own a stage.

Become a personal shopper.

Sell selfie lighting kits or content creator bundles.

Host creative kids camps (theater, dance, art.)

Make reels/TikToks for local businesses (attention = currency.)

♍︎ Virgo 2H: Detailed, Service-Oriented, Practical

(Virgo rules systems, refinement, discernment, organisation, usefulness)

Proofreading or editing work. Spotting a comma out of place or “their/they’re” being misused = Virgo joy.

House cleaning or deep-cleaning services.

Virtual assistant (email, scheduling, admin.)

Sell Notion or Excel templates. Virgo: spreadsheets.

Bookkeeping for small businesses.

Create custom cleaning schedules or checklists.

Offer “organize your digital life” sessions.

Specialize in email inbox cleanups.

♎︎︎ Libra 2H: Tasteful, Charming, Design-Savvy

(Libra = Venus-ruled = style, beauty, balance, aesthetics)

Styling outfits from clients’ own wardrobes.

Become a personal shopper.

Bridal/event makeup services (enhancing natural beauty = Libra.)

Teach etiquette, the power of grace

Curate secondhand outfit bundles.

Custom invitations or event printables that are pretty AND functional.

Offer virtual interior styling consultations.

Sell color palette guides for branding or outfits.

Create custom date night itineraries (romance, planned and packaged=Libra!!)

Style flat-lay photos for products or menus.

Do hair, make-up, nails, etc.

♏︎ Scorpio 2H: Deep, Transformative, Private

(Scorpio rules what’s hidden, intense, and powerful, alchemy, psychology)

Tarot or astrology readings.

Energy healing or bodywork.

Private coaching for money/debt management.

Online investigation or background research (Scorpio = uncovering hidden information)

Teach classes on boundaries, consent, empowerment, etc.

Sell private journal templates for deep self-reflection.

Moderate anonymous support groups or forums.

Specialize in deep-cleaning emotionally loaded spaces (yes, THAT kind of clearing.)

♐︎ Sagittarius 2H: Expansive, Global, Philosophical

(Sag rules teaching, travel, and BIG ideas)

Teach English (or any other language) or become a tutor online

Sell travel guides or digital itineraries, help others travel smarter=Sag

Rent out camping gear or bikes (freedom for rent lol.)

Ghostwrite opinion pieces or thought blogs, say what others are thinking!

Create walking tours for travelers or locals.

Sell travel photography.

Become a travel influencer on the side.

Translate travel documents or resumes.

♑︎ Capricorn 2H: Strategic, Structured, Business-Minded

(Cap rules time, career, limitations, long-term value)

Resume or career coaching, help others climb the “mountain of success”.

Freelance project management.

Property management or Airbnb co-host (passive-ish income.)

Sell templates for business (contracts, invoices).

Create accountability coaching packages.

Sell organizational templates.

Freelance as an operations assistant (the CEO behind the CEO.)

Build a resource hub for freelancers or solopreneurs (structure = empowerment.)

♒︎ Aquarius 2H: Innovative, Digital, Niche

(Aquarius rules tech, rebellion, and the future. But it’s also connected to community!)

Tech repair or setup.

Build websites for local businesses, or anyone else for that matter.

Sell digital products (ebooks, templates).

Run online communities or Discords.

Host workshops on digital privacy or tools. Collective knowledge (Aqua)= power

Build and sell Canva templates for online creators.

Curate niche info packs or digital libraries.

Help people automate parts of their life or business.

♓︎ Pisces 2H: Dreamy, Healing, Imaginative

(Pisces rules the sea, the arts, spirituality, dreams, and all things soft)

Pet sitting or house sitting, caring for beings + quiet time? It’s perfect for this energy.

Sell dreamy artwork or collages.

Offer meditation classes or hypnosis.

Teach art to kids or adults.

Custom poetry or lullaby commissions (very niche tho.)

Sell digital dream journals or prompts.

Make downloadable ambient music loops.

Create printable affirmation cards.

Design calming phone wallpapers or lock screens.

Offer spiritual services (tarot or astrology readings, reiki, etc.)

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