#stash — Public Fediverse posts
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#Stash be like... "Ma dove ca**o è #Fru stasera?!"
#RAF #TheKolors #TheJackal #Music #Rock
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#Stash be like... "Ma dove ca**o è #Fru stasera?!"
#RAF #TheKolors #TheJackal #Music #Rock
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#Stash be like... "Ma dove ca**o è #Fru stasera?!"
#RAF #TheKolors #TheJackal #Music #Rock
#Sanremo #Sanremo2026 -
#Stash be like... "Ma dove ca**o è #Fru stasera?!"
#RAF #TheKolors #TheJackal #Music #Rock
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#Stash be like... "Ma dove ca**o è #Fru stasera?!"
#RAF #TheKolors #TheJackal #Music #Rock
#Sanremo #Sanremo2026 -
Working in a guard shack in front of a bunch of peoples homes keeps on giving. Someone works at a coffee shop nearby and asked if I wanted a cookie. I obliged. I then asked if they served some hot tea at the shop, and low and behold, they did. So they come back to the shack and hand me this box of Cinnamon Apple Chamomile #Stash Herbal Tea. The gifts just keep on coming. I might have found a tea dealer. :KEKW:
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Working in a guard shack in front of a bunch of peoples homes keeps on giving. Someone works at a coffee shop nearby and asked if I wanted a cookie. I obliged. I then asked if they served some hot tea at the shop, and low and behold, they did. So they come back to the shack and hand me this box of Cinnamon Apple Chamomile #Stash Herbal Tea. The gifts just keep on coming. I might have found a tea dealer. :KEKW:
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Working in a guard shack in front of a bunch of peoples homes keeps on giving. Someone works at a coffee shop nearby and asked if I wanted a cookie. I obliged. I then asked if they served some hot tea at the shop, and low and behold, they did. So they come back to the shack and hand me this box of Cinnamon Apple Chamomile #Stash Herbal Tea. The gifts just keep on coming. I might have found a tea dealer. :KEKW:
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Working in a guard shack in front of a bunch of peoples homes keeps on giving. Someone works at a coffee shop nearby and asked if I wanted a cookie. I obliged. I then asked if they served some hot tea at the shop, and low and behold, they did. So they come back to the shack and hand me this box of Cinnamon Apple Chamomile #Stash Herbal Tea. The gifts just keep on coming. I might have found a tea dealer. :KEKW:
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Working in a guard shack in front of a bunch of peoples homes keeps on giving. Someone works at a coffee shop nearby and asked if I wanted a cookie. I obliged. I then asked if they served some hot tea at the shop, and low and behold, they did. So they come back to the shack and hand me this box of Cinnamon Apple Chamomile #Stash Herbal Tea. The gifts just keep on coming. I might have found a tea dealer. :KEKW:
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Artist: Stash Konig
Title: Time Won't Catch Us
Genre: Unknown
Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/track/3516394541 | YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLBmlE3J8C8 | SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/liftoffrecordings/time-wont-catch-us
#Music #Deezer #SoundCloud #YouTube #EDM #Playlist #Electronic #Stash #Konig #Time -
https://www.europesays.com/ie/154338/ Google Play injunction can “transform Android game economics” #ArchieStonehill #ChrisHewish #DirectToConsumer #Éire #Google #GooglePlay #IE #Ireland #Legal #Mobile #Regulation #Stash #Technology #WebStores #Xsolla
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Google Play injunction can “transform Android game economics”
Ruling gives developers complete freedom to experiment and make their chosen payment option as immersive and native as…
#NewsBeep #News #Mobile #ArchieStonehill #ChrisHewish #directtoconsumer #Google #googleplay #Legal #Regulation #Stash #Technology #UK #UnitedKingdom #webstores #Xsolla
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Không có URL, giới thiệu Stash: ứng dụng thông minh cho Mac, sử dụng OCR, xóa nền và tính năng ngôn ngữ trên thiết bị.
#Stash #ỨngDụngMac #TínhNăngThôngMinh #SaaS #PhầnMềm #CôngNghệ -
The soft humming of the airship envelopes Moira. The others are sitting in the living area and she can hear their voices and laughter. Here in the empty cabin, she remembers the evening before she had left. They had shared a last dinner together, and then, in silence they had each gone to their rooms. Joining them now, would they also remember the day she left? Lying on the narrow bunk of her cabin, she tries to relax in the gentle sway of the ship dancing on the waves of the wind, but her eyes just bounce from one empty wall to the next. The space around her is still empty, just as it was the day she left. She will unpack tomorrow, to make it feel more like her own again. Today, she is so tired after hours of travel, but sleep refuses to come. Maybe a quick biscuit and tea will help? She pulls up her backpack to get both, pulls out the tin of tea and then remembers. She forgot the bag with the biscuits she had picked up at the station on the train! Just a day ago, she could have simply gone to a shop to pick up a fresh pack. But up in the air, she would have to do without. Disappointed she lets the backpack sink onto the floor and stretches on the bed, staring at the empty walls. If she hadn't left, she would have a stash sitting under the bunk. Instinctively she feels for the old tin where she used to keep her stash before she left. And there it is, and heavy. She sits up and pulls the tin out from under the bed, and carefully pries it open. On top of a batch of ginger biscuits sits a note: "Welcome home, Moira." And each of the crew has scribbled a small note for her. She reads them each carefully, tears filing her eyes. She lifts the tin to her nose and inhales the smell of the freshly made cookies. She smiles. Who needs a shop, when you have a friends to rely on? She joins the others in the living room. Maybe she is not so tired after all.
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Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 2: Fox)
Soon, he had lit a fire and started roasting a hare over it. Wrapped in wet leaves and buried under the coals, the mushrooms cooked with wild onions. When they were done, they ate the fare seasoned with salt from a #stash in his pack. Besides a simple compliment and equally simple acknowledgment, they ate in silence—he out of habit, and she out of deference.
Food finished, the Shaw broke the silence. “I’ll show you the way to your village tomorrow. You may keep my cloak tonight; it will be cold.”
“Omnit thanks you. But aren’t you afraid my kin will find and kill you?”
“Aren’t you afraid of being alone in the #wilderness with an oathless Shaw? And to answer your question, no. I will have faded away long before they arrive. Your people make a rutting bear sound quiet.”
“Oh,” she said, silent for a moment. “I’m not afraid of being alone with you anymore. You’re the gentlest man I’ve ever met.”
“Your husband? Father? Brothers?”
“Brutes. They brought us here to settle. I’ve seen what they do to the Shaws they capture. They say it’s their just desserts. As for me, I must do as I am told.”
The man pulled a sour face but didn’t comment.
“It will be cold tonight, and you’ve given me your cloak. I could share it with you.” The woman’s voice was soft again, and her eyes were cast down.
“Your husband?” he asked.
“Arranged.” Her voice was barely audible. “A rutting bear.” Then, looking up, she bit her lip and added in a rush, “For once I’d like to know what it’s like to be with someone gentle.”
When the night fell silent and the woman slept, the Shaw looked up at the stars, tracing Sister Canin among them. He wondered whether his mother’s words were true. Did Canin’s blood run through his veins, however diluted it had become over the ages?
He touched the fox’s tail braided in his hair and thought, “If not literally, then figuratively.”
Rolling over, he traced the flank of the “Deer” woman next to him. He thought sadly, “The deer and fox were not meant to mate. I hope she will be okay. And if the seed takes root, I wish the same for it.”
Then he too drifted off.
They ate in silence the next morning, he from habit, and she lost in memory. When they reached the trail to her village, he bid her stay a moment.
He took a shawl from his pack and said, “It was my mother’s. It’s all I have to give you.”
“But…” she began, but he silenced her with a finger.
“The nameless do not need such things. Keep it and remember that there are gentle things in the world. She was gentle, and so are you.” Before she could protest further, he turned and disappeared.
Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
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Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 2: Fox)
Soon, he had lit a fire and started roasting a hare over it. Wrapped in wet leaves and buried under the coals, the mushrooms cooked with wild onions. When they were done, they ate the fare seasoned with salt from a #stash in his pack. Besides a simple compliment and equally simple acknowledgment, they ate in silence—he out of habit, and she out of deference.
Food finished, the Shaw broke the silence. “I’ll show you the way to your village tomorrow. You may keep my cloak tonight; it will be cold.”
“Omnit thanks you. But aren’t you afraid my kin will find and kill you?”
“Aren’t you afraid of being alone in the #wilderness with an oathless Shaw? And to answer your question, no. I will have faded away long before they arrive. Your people make a rutting bear sound quiet.”
“Oh,” she said, silent for a moment. “I’m not afraid of being alone with you anymore. You’re the gentlest man I’ve ever met.”
“Your husband? Father? Brothers?”
“Brutes. They brought us here to settle. I’ve seen what they do to the Shaws they capture. They say it’s their just desserts. As for me, I must do as I am told.”
The man pulled a sour face but didn’t comment.
“It will be cold tonight, and you’ve given me your cloak. I could share it with you.” The woman’s voice was soft again, and her eyes were cast down.
“Your husband?” he asked.
“Arranged.” Her voice was barely audible. “A rutting bear.” Then, looking up, she bit her lip and added in a rush, “For once I’d like to know what it’s like to be with someone gentle.”
When the night fell silent and the woman slept, the Shaw looked up at the stars, tracing Sister Canin among them. He wondered whether his mother’s words were true. Did Canin’s blood run through his veins, however diluted it had become over the ages?
He touched the fox’s tail braided in his hair and thought, “If not literally, then figuratively.”
Rolling over, he traced the flank of the “Deer” woman next to him. He thought sadly, “The deer and fox were not meant to mate. I hope she will be okay. And if the seed takes root, I wish the same for it.”
Then he too drifted off.
They ate in silence the next morning, he from habit, and she lost in memory. When they reached the trail to her village, he bid her stay a moment.
He took a shawl from his pack and said, “It was my mother’s. It’s all I have to give you.”
“But…” she began, but he silenced her with a finger.
“The nameless do not need such things. Keep it and remember that there are gentle things in the world. She was gentle, and so are you.” Before she could protest further, he turned and disappeared.
Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
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Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 2: Fox)
Soon, he had lit a fire and started roasting a hare over it. Wrapped in wet leaves and buried under the coals, the mushrooms cooked with wild onions. When they were done, they ate the fare seasoned with salt from a #stash in his pack. Besides a simple compliment and equally simple acknowledgment, they ate in silence—he out of habit, and she out of deference.
Food finished, the Shaw broke the silence. “I’ll show you the way to your village tomorrow. You may keep my cloak tonight; it will be cold.”
“Omnit thanks you. But aren’t you afraid my kin will find and kill you?”
“Aren’t you afraid of being alone in the #wilderness with an oathless Shaw? And to answer your question, no. I will have faded away long before they arrive. Your people make a rutting bear sound quiet.”
“Oh,” she said, silent for a moment. “I’m not afraid of being alone with you anymore. You’re the gentlest man I’ve ever met.”
“Your husband? Father? Brothers?”
“Brutes. They brought us here to settle. I’ve seen what they do to the Shaws they capture. They say it’s their just desserts. As for me, I must do as I am told.”
The man pulled a sour face but didn’t comment.
“It will be cold tonight, and you’ve given me your cloak. I could share it with you.” The woman’s voice was soft again, and her eyes were cast down.
“Your husband?” he asked.
“Arranged.” Her voice was barely audible. “A rutting bear.” Then, looking up, she bit her lip and added in a rush, “For once I’d like to know what it’s like to be with someone gentle.”
When the night fell silent and the woman slept, the Shaw looked up at the stars, tracing Sister Canin among them. He wondered whether his mother’s words were true. Did Canin’s blood run through his veins, however diluted it had become over the ages?
He touched the fox’s tail braided in his hair and thought, “If not literally, then figuratively.”
Rolling over, he traced the flank of the “Deer” woman next to him. He thought sadly, “The deer and fox were not meant to mate. I hope she will be okay. And if the seed takes root, I wish the same for it.”
Then he too drifted off.
They ate in silence the next morning, he from habit, and she lost in memory. When they reached the trail to her village, he bid her stay a moment.
He took a shawl from his pack and said, “It was my mother’s. It’s all I have to give you.”
“But…” she began, but he silenced her with a finger.
“The nameless do not need such things. Keep it and remember that there are gentle things in the world. She was gentle, and so are you.” Before she could protest further, he turned and disappeared.
Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
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Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 2: Fox)
Soon, he had lit a fire and started roasting a hare over it. Wrapped in wet leaves and buried under the coals, the mushrooms cooked with wild onions. When they were done, they ate the fare seasoned with salt from a #stash in his pack. Besides a simple compliment and equally simple acknowledgment, they ate in silence—he out of habit, and she out of deference.
Food finished, the Shaw broke the silence. “I’ll show you the way to your village tomorrow. You may keep my cloak tonight; it will be cold.”
“Omnit thanks you. But aren’t you afraid my kin will find and kill you?”
“Aren’t you afraid of being alone in the #wilderness with an oathless Shaw? And to answer your question, no. I will have faded away long before they arrive. Your people make a rutting bear sound quiet.”
“Oh,” she said, silent for a moment. “I’m not afraid of being alone with you anymore. You’re the gentlest man I’ve ever met.”
“Your husband? Father? Brothers?”
“Brutes. They brought us here to settle. I’ve seen what they do to the Shaws they capture. They say it’s their just desserts. As for me, I must do as I am told.”
The man pulled a sour face but didn’t comment.
“It will be cold tonight, and you’ve given me your cloak. I could share it with you.” The woman’s voice was soft again, and her eyes were cast down.
“Your husband?” he asked.
“Arranged.” Her voice was barely audible. “A rutting bear.” Then, looking up, she bit her lip and added in a rush, “For once I’d like to know what it’s like to be with someone gentle.”
When the night fell silent and the woman slept, the Shaw looked up at the stars, tracing Sister Canin among them. He wondered whether his mother’s words were true. Did Canin’s blood run through his veins, however diluted it had become over the ages?
He touched the fox’s tail braided in his hair and thought, “If not literally, then figuratively.”
Rolling over, he traced the flank of the “Deer” woman next to him. He thought sadly, “The deer and fox were not meant to mate. I hope she will be okay. And if the seed takes root, I wish the same for it.”
Then he too drifted off.
They ate in silence the next morning, he from habit, and she lost in memory. When they reached the trail to her village, he bid her stay a moment.
He took a shawl from his pack and said, “It was my mother’s. It’s all I have to give you.”
“But…” she began, but he silenced her with a finger.
“The nameless do not need such things. Keep it and remember that there are gentle things in the world. She was gentle, and so are you.” Before she could protest further, he turned and disappeared.
Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
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Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 2: Fox)
Soon, he had lit a fire and started roasting a hare over it. Wrapped in wet leaves and buried under the coals, the mushrooms cooked with wild onions. When they were done, they ate the fare seasoned with salt from a #stash in his pack. Besides a simple compliment and equally simple acknowledgment, they ate in silence—he out of habit, and she out of deference.
Food finished, the Shaw broke the silence. “I’ll show you the way to your village tomorrow. You may keep my cloak tonight; it will be cold.”
“Omnit thanks you. But aren’t you afraid my kin will find and kill you?”
“Aren’t you afraid of being alone in the #wilderness with an oathless Shaw? And to answer your question, no. I will have faded away long before they arrive. Your people make a rutting bear sound quiet.”
“Oh,” she said, silent for a moment. “I’m not afraid of being alone with you anymore. You’re the gentlest man I’ve ever met.”
“Your husband? Father? Brothers?”
“Brutes. They brought us here to settle. I’ve seen what they do to the Shaws they capture. They say it’s their just desserts. As for me, I must do as I am told.”
The man pulled a sour face but didn’t comment.
“It will be cold tonight, and you’ve given me your cloak. I could share it with you.” The woman’s voice was soft again, and her eyes were cast down.
“Your husband?” he asked.
“Arranged.” Her voice was barely audible. “A rutting bear.” Then, looking up, she bit her lip and added in a rush, “For once I’d like to know what it’s like to be with someone gentle.”
When the night fell silent and the woman slept, the Shaw looked up at the stars, tracing Sister Canin among them. He wondered whether his mother’s words were true. Did Canin’s blood run through his veins, however diluted it had become over the ages?
He touched the fox’s tail braided in his hair and thought, “If not literally, then figuratively.”
Rolling over, he traced the flank of the “Deer” woman next to him. He thought sadly, “The deer and fox were not meant to mate. I hope she will be okay. And if the seed takes root, I wish the same for it.”
Then he too drifted off.
They ate in silence the next morning, he from habit, and she lost in memory. When they reached the trail to her village, he bid her stay a moment.
He took a shawl from his pack and said, “It was my mother’s. It’s all I have to give you.”
“But…” she began, but he silenced her with a finger.
“The nameless do not need such things. Keep it and remember that there are gentle things in the world. She was gentle, and so are you.” Before she could protest further, he turned and disappeared.
Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
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"What are you doing in there?" Minervie looked angry.
"I'm looking for a spoon," said her young grandson.
"The spoons are in this drawer, that one is not somewhere you should be. Don't mess with my stash."
Young Chip stared hard at Minervie with a confused look, "uh, Grandma, your 'stache is not in a drawer, it's under your nose like always."
Minervie turned pale, then red, and Chip knew he was in deep trouble but didn't understand why.
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"What are you doing in there?" Minervie looked angry.
"I'm looking for a spoon," said her young grandson.
"The spoons are in this drawer, that one is not somewhere you should be. Don't mess with my stash."
Young Chip stared hard at Minervie with a confused look, "uh, Grandma, your 'stache is not in a drawer, it's under your nose like always."
Minervie turned pale, then red, and Chip knew he was in deep trouble but didn't understand why.
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"What are you doing in there?" Minervie looked angry.
"I'm looking for a spoon," said her young grandson.
"The spoons are in this drawer, that one is not somewhere you should be. Don't mess with my stash."
Young Chip stared hard at Minervie with a confused look, "uh, Grandma, your 'stache is not in a drawer, it's under your nose like always."
Minervie turned pale, then red, and Chip knew he was in deep trouble but didn't understand why.
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"What are you doing in there?" Minervie looked angry.
"I'm looking for a spoon," said her young grandson.
"The spoons are in this drawer, that one is not somewhere you should be. Don't mess with my stash."
Young Chip stared hard at Minervie with a confused look, "uh, Grandma, your 'stache is not in a drawer, it's under your nose like always."
Minervie turned pale, then red, and Chip knew he was in deep trouble but didn't understand why.
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"What are you doing in there?" Minervie looked angry.
"I'm looking for a spoon," said her young grandson.
"The spoons are in this drawer, that one is not somewhere you should be. Don't mess with my stash."
Young Chip stared hard at Minervie with a confused look, "uh, Grandma, your 'stache is not in a drawer, it's under your nose like always."
Minervie turned pale, then red, and Chip knew he was in deep trouble but didn't understand why.
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https://www.evshift.com/340051/stash-your-phone-set-your-temp-and-pull-up-the-sunshade-unlock-next-level-comfort-from-the-back/ Stash your phone, set your temp, and pull up the sunshade. Unlock next-level comfort from the back. #comfort #ElectricCars #ElectricVehicles #EV #mitsubishi #MitsubishiCars #MitsubishiMotors #MitsubishiMotorsNorthAmerica #NextLevel #Phone #PULL #Set #STASH #Sunshade #temp #unlock
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@aliceinwaterdeep I like your new pattern! I think you could apply it to tags as well:
#project/crochet, #project/sewing,
#resource/pattern,
#stash/yarn, #stash/fabric
Or if you don't like tags with "subtags", just #crochet, #pattern, #yarn. In the end your structure is the best structure 😄
If you like to have a folder view but based on your tags, I can recommend the tag folder plugin! And if you still want to have some folders, the auto note mover plugin moves them based on your tags 😊 -
@aliceinwaterdeep I like your new pattern! I think you could apply it to tags as well:
#project/crochet, #project/sewing,
#resource/pattern,
#stash/yarn, #stash/fabric
Or if you don't like tags with "subtags", just #crochet, #pattern, #yarn. In the end your structure is the best structure 😄
If you like to have a folder view but based on your tags, I can recommend the tag folder plugin! And if you still want to have some folders, the auto note mover plugin moves them based on your tags 😊 -
@aliceinwaterdeep I like your new pattern! I think you could apply it to tags as well:
#project/crochet, #project/sewing,
#resource/pattern,
#stash/yarn, #stash/fabric
Or if you don't like tags with "subtags", just #crochet, #pattern, #yarn. In the end your structure is the best structure 😄
If you like to have a folder view but based on your tags, I can recommend the tag folder plugin! And if you still want to have some folders, the auto note mover plugin moves them based on your tags 😊 -
@aliceinwaterdeep I like your new pattern! I think you could apply it to tags as well:
#project/crochet, #project/sewing,
#resource/pattern,
#stash/yarn, #stash/fabric
Or if you don't like tags with "subtags", just #crochet, #pattern, #yarn. In the end your structure is the best structure 😄
If you like to have a folder view but based on your tags, I can recommend the tag folder plugin! And if you still want to have some folders, the auto note mover plugin moves them based on your tags 😊 -
@aliceinwaterdeep I like your new pattern! I think you could apply it to tags as well:
#project/crochet, #project/sewing,
#resource/pattern,
#stash/yarn, #stash/fabric
Or if you don't like tags with "subtags", just #crochet, #pattern, #yarn. In the end your structure is the best structure 😄
If you like to have a folder view but based on your tags, I can recommend the tag folder plugin! And if you still want to have some folders, the auto note mover plugin moves them based on your tags 😊 -
It's rare that I find a new app that amazes me, much less 2 in a weekend. #Stash & #OneCommander have both blown my mind
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#Stash ha il #covid: "Durante la #pandemia ho avuto paura di morire"
https://www.larampa.news/2025/08/stash-positivo-covid-sfogo-social/
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Git: Больше чем commit и push. 5 команд, которые спасут вашу репутацию (и нервные клетки)
git commit -m "WIP" — три слова, после которых начинается настоящий ад. Доброго времени суток. Такая технология как Git в представлении не нуждается. Все знают add, commit, push – это как азбука. Но что делать, когда что-то пошло не так? Ошибочный коммит прокатился по ветке? Надо срочно переключиться, но незавершенные правки мешают? Нужно перенести только одно исправление из другой ветки? Знакомая ситауция? Тогда давайте разберем 5 команд, которые выходят за рамки базового workflow и реально спасают репутацию (и ваши нервные клетки). Спасти нервные клетки
https://habr.com/ru/companies/timeweb/articles/927102/
#git #github #команды #терминал #commit #revert #stash #баги #багтрекер #timeweb_статьи
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Git: Больше чем commit и push. 5 команд, которые спасут вашу репутацию (и нервные клетки)
git commit -m "WIP" — три слова, после которых начинается настоящий ад. Доброго времени суток. Такая технология как Git в представлении не нуждается. Все знают add, commit, push – это как азбука. Но что делать, когда что-то пошло не так? Ошибочный коммит прокатился по ветке? Надо срочно переключиться, но незавершенные правки мешают? Нужно перенести только одно исправление из другой ветки? Знакомая ситауция? Тогда давайте разберем 5 команд, которые выходят за рамки базового workflow и реально спасают репутацию (и ваши нервные клетки). Спасти нервные клетки
https://habr.com/ru/companies/timeweb/articles/927102/
#git #github #команды #терминал #commit #revert #stash #баги #багтрекер #timeweb_статьи
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Git: Больше чем commit и push. 5 команд, которые спасут вашу репутацию (и нервные клетки)
git commit -m "WIP" — три слова, после которых начинается настоящий ад. Доброго времени суток. Такая технология как Git в представлении не нуждается. Все знают add, commit, push – это как азбука. Но что делать, когда что-то пошло не так? Ошибочный коммит прокатился по ветке? Надо срочно переключиться, но незавершенные правки мешают? Нужно перенести только одно исправление из другой ветки? Знакомая ситауция? Тогда давайте разберем 5 команд, которые выходят за рамки базового workflow и реально спасают репутацию (и ваши нервные клетки). Спасти нервные клетки
https://habr.com/ru/companies/timeweb/articles/927102/
#git #github #команды #терминал #commit #revert #stash #баги #багтрекер #timeweb_статьи
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Git: Больше чем commit и push. 5 команд, которые спасут вашу репутацию (и нервные клетки)
git commit -m "WIP" — три слова, после которых начинается настоящий ад. Доброго времени суток. Такая технология как Git в представлении не нуждается. Все знают add, commit, push – это как азбука. Но что делать, когда что-то пошло не так? Ошибочный коммит прокатился по ветке? Надо срочно переключиться, но незавершенные правки мешают? Нужно перенести только одно исправление из другой ветки? Знакомая ситауция? Тогда давайте разберем 5 команд, которые выходят за рамки базового workflow и реально спасают репутацию (и ваши нервные клетки). Спасти нервные клетки
https://habr.com/ru/companies/timeweb/articles/927102/
#git #github #команды #терминал #commit #revert #stash #баги #багтрекер #timeweb_статьи
