#gensed

[yesilhaber]

Ankara'da ücretsiz güneş enerjisi ve enerji depolama semineri

GENSED ve ASO işbirliğiyle düzenlenen, güneş enerjisi ve enerji depolama konularında en güncel bilgilerin paylaşılacağı ücretsiz seminere katılmak için detayları okuyun. GENSED ve ASO, sektör profesyonellerini bekliyor Ankara’da, GENSED (Güneş Enerjisi Sanayicileri ve Endüstrisi Derneği) ve ASO (Ankara Sanayi Odası) işbirliğiyle gerçekleştirilen bu özel seminer, sanayicilere ve yatırımcılara,…

[imarpanosu]

#TolgaMuratÖzdemir #GENSED'in yeni başkanı oldu... Yönetim ve Denetim Kurulları ile #detay #haber için tıklayın...

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[upwards-descent]

Please reblog to enhance sample size! I don't have any gifs of my OCs so have this seal

[itoshikinozomu]

D ti plaké cité carbon haaan

[modaonlinemagazalari]

https://www.modaonlinemagazalari.com/moda-markas/gense/

Gense

[kaynanarie]

JourneyTober! Day 25 - Temple

            The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Jen and Monkey knelt on one side of the table. A cross from them, two young servants scrutinized them with barely disguised distain. Between the pairs was a spread of assorted foods and drinks, all untouched.

            “The last time we had a stinky monkey as a guest,” one spoke curtly, flashing his eyes towards Monkey. “He ruined our Master’s cherished Gensing Fruit tree.”

            “We only allow you to stay because Master Zhenyuan deems it prudent,” the other continued in an equally sour tone. “But know that your presence is undesired in this temple.”

            “Wow, tell us how you really feel,” Jen snarked while Monkey bristled silently beside her. The boys turned their critical gazes towards her, all but sneering.

            “You shouldn’t be here at all, foreigner.”

            “To think Master would allow an outsider into his home.”

            A quiet growl rumbled between Monkey’s clenched teeth. Jen was starting to worry he would lunge across the table and smack some manners into the mouthy children. While they might deserve it, she doubted their master would appreciate the violence.

            “Qingfeng. Mingyue. That’s enough,” a voice cut through the room, bringing an end to the youths’ beratement. The immortal master appeared in the doorway. His long, white hair and beard with matching snowy robes gave him the appearance of a wise ghost. At his appearance, both servants fell into synchronized bows.

            “Master Zhenyuan! We prepared tea–”

            “–And served them food, as you requested.”

            He hummed, strolling past them to take a seat the table. “Very good. Now go prepare rooms for our guests. They will need rest before they continue their journey.”

            The servants bowed a final time and left the room, grumbling and shooting dirty looks to Monkey and Jen the whole way. Once they were gone, Master Zhenyuan let out a weary sigh, giving the two a sympathetic smile. “Apologies for my disciples. They take their roles very seriously and still hold grudges from our last group of guests.”

            “Yeah, I can’t imagine why they messed up your tree,” Jen muttered, crossing her arms. “We were told to come here and I’m sure it wasn’t just for the oh-so-welcoming hospitality.”

            “Yes, I have been expecting you,” Master Zhenyuan started, calmly pouring tea for each of them before picking up his own cup. “Many of us immortals are aware of the journey for the relics to restore the Monkey King. And while I myself have chosen not to get involved, my old friend Subodhi has lent his support to your quest.”

            Monkey perked up at the name, head tilting in surprise.

            “Who’s Subodhi?” Jen asked, glancing between the two for an answer.

            Master Zhenyuan sipped his tea thoughtfully before speaking. “Master Subodhi was Sun Wukong’s first master, the one who taught him many great skills and spells, most of which he later used to get into trouble. When his mischief became too great, Subodhi sent him away and swore him to secrecy of his tutelage. With Monkey King’s oath fulfilled and his renewal in the balance, Subodhi has sent aid on behalf of his former disciple.”

            “That’s great!” Jen gasped with relief. “So, what did he send to help?”

            Even Monkey nodded eagerly, leaning forward in anticipation. What they didn’t expect was Zhenyuan to gracefully raise a hand and gesture back at them.

            Jen looked around curiously but saw nothing. “Uh, is it something we already have?”

            “It’s you, dear child,” Zhenyuan answered, staring Jen down. “How do you think you arrived here, a land so far from your own?”

            “Well, I mean…” Jen fidgeted under his gaze, hands clutching her cold tea. “I thought it was because I lit an incense in that little house?”

            “The shrine, yes,” the immortal nodded. “Subodhi scattered those shrines throughout your world, searching for a companion swayed by neither the Celestial Court nor the Buddhists’ influence. Someone with no previous connection to the Monkey King or his legacy. A perfectly impartial witness to fate.”

            Monkey’s focus now turned to Jen as the information set in. He seemed just as baffled, mouth pulled in a frown and dark eyes searching her for answers.

            “I…don’t know what you expect me to do,” she admitted quietly.

            “The Companion to the Destined One is expected to travel with him and act as guide.” Master Zhenyuan’s words sounded practiced; an explanation quoted countless times before. “Without one, the other is doomed to fail. Only by working together, can all the relics be found and the journey truly succeed.”

            Jen balked, panic starting to set in. “I–I don’t know how to be a guide! I don’t know anything about this place! I just found out what’s going on and why I’m here, how am I supposed to guide anyone?”

            “All in good time,” Zhenyuan spoke softly, offering comfort that fell on deaf ears. “Not all guides lead to physical places. You two will find your way as long as you continue to work together. You’ve made it his far already but there’s still much ahead to overcome.”

            “But…” Jen swallowed thickly, blinking away the tears building in her eyes. “How am I supposed to get home?”

            Master Zhenyuan sighed. “That I do not know. Perhaps by seeing this journey to its end, the way home will be revealed to you as well. But for now, I’m sure you could use some rest.”

            He looked to the doorway where the two servants had reappeared, both faces pinched in mirrored scowls. “Qingfeng and Mingyue will show you to your rooms. Please, make yourselves comfortable and let them know if you need anything. We can speak more over dinner.”

            Jen could only nod, following after the servants, mind still abuzz.

            “This will be your room, woman,” one of the boys said, pointing to the door on their left.

            The other continued down the corridor, not even looking to see if he was being followed. “The monkey will stay be staying down the hall. We ask that you remain in your chambers until summoned for dinner.”

            As her friend turned to leave, Jen’s anxiety flared and her hands reached out to grab his arm. “Monkey, wait! I…” But when he looked at her, the words faded away and she just felt silly and childish. “I’m sorry. I know you were expecting something else. I want to help, I really do, I…just don’t know how.”

            Monkey’s expression was carefully still, but his eyes held a mix of sympathy and disappointment. After a moment, he sighed, giving her shoulder a gentle pat before turning away. As Jen watched him go, she couldn’t help feeling like she had already failed him.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Getting into the home stretch and Halloween right around the corner. Thank you so much to all my readers, every like and reblog brings me such joy.)

[soelvfisk]

Jeg distraherer mig selv ved at tænke på rolige scenarier. Tanken om at gense serier jeg allerede har set mange gange. Vil flytte ind i den nye lejlighed om en måned og købe en splinterny lille flydersofa. Vil ligge i den med hund og se Wednesday og Spise med Price og Mindhunter og Bridgerton og Lockwood & co. Med dyne på. Vil spise havregryn. Masser af havregryn. Drikke kamillete. Altid have kartofler og pesto i mit køleskab. Tomater i heeeelt tynde skiver med flagesalt og olivenolie.

Jeg vil stå op om morgenen, tage min medicin og gå tur med hund rundt i en by der stadig er ved at blinke sine øjne åbne. Nyde gåturene. Og gå tidligt i seng. Sige nej til alle de ting jeg ikke kan, fordi jeg er mig. Uden at ønske at jeg var en anden.

[litteraturhistorikeren]

Jeg er blevet syg; det skulle vel ske efter at have tilbragt seks uger i 40 graders varme og så vende hjem til Danmarks blandede sommervejr. Jeg håber meget på at kunne blive rask til i morgen, for jeg har hele to fødselsdage, jeg gerne vil med til. Vi må se. Nu har jeg købt et nyt spil og er gået i gang med at gense Game of Thrones; og drømmer mig 1,5 uge frem, hvor jeg rejser til Belgien, og det næste kapitel af mit nomadiske liv begynder

[yesilhaber]

Yeşil tahvilden gelen kaynak yeşil finansmana aktarılmalı

Yeşil Yakalı Kadınlar Derneği (YEYKAD) Kurucu Üyesi ve Sürdürülebilir Finans Danışmanı Seyran Hatipoğlu, Türkiye’nin yakın zamanda gerçekleştirdiği yeşil tahvil ihracının çok olumlu şekilde sonuçlandığını belirterek, yeşil tahvillerden gelen kaynakların hibe ve teşvikler yolu ile yeşil finansman çalışmalarına aktarılması gerektiğini söyledi. İstanbul Sanayi Odası (İSO) ve Güneş Enerjisi…

[christineforevigt]

gense breaking bad????????

[upwards-descent]

No but seriously if Gensing was in DBZ, he'd have a Saiyan-caliber focus on awkwardly rizzing up Piccolo

[itoshikinozomu]

J'aime comment j'traite l'affaire (ben les reality shows là) comme moi à la court, faut être performatif (ok j'ai genre tellement essayé d'avoir l'air le plus redneck possible, mais tsé le fucking coat de chasse était probablement too much mais comfy mais comme sti que ça fittait avec rien skakakskdkska)

[ozarkfleajunksales]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Gense Facette Plane Cheese Slicer Vintage 1950's 18/8 Stainless Steel Sweden

[mykneeshurt]

Mister Morgan - Chapter 7

Arthur Morgan x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page

Chapter eight

“I don’t know why I bother wit you Dutch Van Der Linde! I seen you lookin at er!” Molly shrieked at the top of her lungs. That voice of hers was enough to pull you from your deep slumber. Rolling over in the cot your head thumped with every movement, a wave of nausea gripped your stomach. With a hoarse groan you emptied the remaining bile from your stomach onto the grass below. “Will you shut the fuck up!” You groaned from the tent rolling back over to bury your face into the pillow.

It had been two days since your run in with the O’Driscolls, luckily you only ended up with a concussion. Arthur was racing Dutch back from Rhodes when he heard your screams, he shot the O’Driscoll on top of you before you passed out. He put you on his horse and brought you back to camp, where he and the girls took turns looking after you.

You stayed in Arthur’s tent while he slept on a make shift bed outside, when he wasn’t off galavanting, which was quite often. To keep your mind occupied you studied his belongings on his table; a picture of his mother and father, a newspaper clipping from his first bank robbery, an orchid, a picture of him, Duch and Hosea when they were younger and lastly a picture of his old dog. The sentimental fool.

The tent flap burst open bringing with it a subtle evening glow and a chuckle from Arthur. “They wake you?”

Without moving your head from the pillow you mumbled “Arthur I can’t take no more of their bickering. My head is killin’ me.” Arthur walked over and sat next to you on the cot, “here, drink this, Hosea whipped it up for you.” Arthur produced a bottle of gensing elixir while he helped you sit up straight. “Damn darlin’ that’s quite a shiner you got there.”

“Yes. Thank you Arthur” you huffed as you rolled your eyes and took the liquid from his hand.

As you chugged the vile medicine you caught Arthur examining you in the corner of your eye. “Arthur, I’m fine. I’ve dealt with worse” you huffed, “what I can’t deal with is their incessant arguin’” you said just loud enough for them to hear. You felt claustrophobic being confined to this tent for so long, you needed to get out, even if it was to help old Grimshaw with the chores.

Something shiny caught your eye, “Arthur? What the hell is that?” You laughed, flicking the Deputy Badge that adorned his chest. Arthur let out a snort and rubbed the back of his neck “We’ll, I’m one of the Deputy Sheriffs of Rhodes mi’lady.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Dutch?”

“Yeah, wants us to get in with the Gray boys. They got gold apparently..”

You rolled your eyes. He continued to fill you in about the last two days, how he, Dutch, Bill and another Deputy raided a local moonshine distillery in the swamp. How he and Hosea went into Rhodes to re-sell the moonshine, as Catherine Braithwaite knew it was hers when they went to sell it back to them.

“Sorry what?” You cackled mid way through that story “your name is now ‘Fenton’ the idiot brother of ‘Melvin’. Not far wrong on the idiot part is he” you winked at him. Arthur chuckled “yeah not my finest moment I will admit. Bunch of Lemoyne raiders found us, caused havoc in the saloon.”

“Chrissakes Arthur. That ain’t bein’ exactly low key.” He lowered his gaze with a grimace. “I know I know. I tried tellin Dutch but he ain’ listening. Even Hosea hasn’t been too sure bout all this.” You felt him tense up, you reached out and placed your hand on his knee with a gentle squeeze. “Talk to me Arthur.”

He let out a sigh. “I just … I don’t know what Dutch is playin’ at. I keep tellin’ him this don’t feel right n he just dismisses me. Really don’t feel right.”

You took his hand in yours and stroked the top of it “I don’t know what’s goin’ through his head, but you need to keep yours on straight Arthur. Who else is gonna save me from O’Driscolls” you said as you playfully shoved into his shoulder. “Go on, get outta here ‘fore people start talking.” You gave Arthur a small kiss on his cheek before he left.

Over the next few days you slowly started to get back into the swing of things, chores, arguing with Pearson and even a small hunting trip with Charles. It felt so good to be out of that tent and into the fresh air. Micah was back to his normal shit eating self, constantly making comments under his breath about you and making his dislike of you very obvious.

It all came to a head one evening as the sun descended over Flat Iron Lake. Micah was sat at the table beer in hand, you walked past after helping clear away the dinner and knew by the look on his face he was going to start. “Aw well look, if it ain’t the O’Driscoll whore. Surprised you ain’t rat us out yet.”

You stopped in your tracks and let out a sigh, you’d had enough. “Why don’t you shut the fuck up Micah.”

His eyes widened in shock or annoyance you weren’t quite sure. “Who the fuck you talkin’ to? You’re dead weight O’Driscoll.”

You felt your blood pressure rising, your chest became tight and knuckles turned white from your shaking fists. “I ain’t a damn O’Driscoll Micah! When you gonna get that through your thick skull?!”

He jumped up from his chair and came towards you trying to be intimidating. You were both in each other’s faces, the gang had started to notice what was going on and we’re coming over. “You got a a lotta nerve O’Driscoll.” Micah yelled as he grabbed your arm. You saw red. In one sudden movement you whipped your hunting knife from its holster to his neck.

You saw red. In one sudden movement you whipped your hunting knife from its holster to his neck. The blue steel pressed firmly against his neck, the skin turned red from the pressure. You’re not sure what stopped you from plunging the knife deep into his neck, nothing would have given you more pleasure. “Give me a fuckin’ reason.” You spat. Your eyes narrowed, waiting for another retort from him. You could feel his pulse thrash against the edge of your knife. Tempting you drive the it deep into his neck. He broke out into a shit eating smirk ‘Now Morgan, why don’t you keep your woman on a leash.”

You felt a firm grip on your waist and another on your hand holding the knife. You’re not sure when Arthur had even returned to camp. “Darlin’” he firmly whispered. The camp had gone deathly silent, all eyes were on you. You responded to Arthur’s firm touch and slowly dropped the knife from his neck, not breaking away from Micah’s gaze.

Arthur guided you by your waist to a more secluded spot by the lake. You sat down on a boulder in silence and stared out across the water. Your heart hadn’t stopped pounding against your ribs as you let out a few deep breaths. Your jaw clenched as you gritted your teeth in a silent rage.

After what felt like an eternity you managed to look at him. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly.” He huffed “what the hell was that?”

You sucked your teeth, “Had enough of the comments from him Arthur. Thinks he can get away with anythin’ without no consequences. I’ll kill him, don’t think I won’t.”

Arthur slipped his arm around you “I don’t doubt that for a second. But yah know, Dutch don’t quite like murder in camp.”

You managed to let out a small giggle as you relaxed into Arthur. He smelt of gunpowder, a smell you never thought you’d like, but he wore it so well. “I won’t put up with Arthur, had years of the O’Driscolls walkin’ all over me. I ain’t taking shit from him.”

Arthur gently kissed your forehead “I know sweetheart, I know.”

“Don’t even know why Dutch puts up with him. Ain nothin’ but a snake.”

“Micah saved Dutch’s life once. He respects him, even if he is a pissant.”

“I guess” you sighed “what’s happening with these two families? Ain’t seen you all day.”

Arthur let out an exasperated sigh, he filled you in on the eventful day.

He, Javier and John went to the Braithwaite’s to steal some prize horses which were meant to be around $5000 a head. But, of course it wasn’t their lucky day. Couple hundred each for them at most.

“I could have come along Arthur, I know my horses, would have saved you the hassle” you remarked.

“Didn’t wanna put you out, besides you’ve only just recovered” he said while he rested his head agonist yours.

“I can help Arthur, I ain’t afraid of gettin’ my hands dirty. Besides I’m a better long range shot than you.” You giggled.

“So you keep sayin’. Fine come with Me and Sean tomorrow. We’re gonna torch the Gray’s tobacco fields.”

“I’m in.”

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Surprised how well this reads lmao