#Kinship

[apoemaday]

Kinship

by Ursula K. Le Guin

Very slowly burning, the big forest tree stands in the slight hollow of the snow melted around it by the mild, long heat of its being and its will to be root, trunk, branch, leaf, and know earth dark, sun light, wind touch, bird song.

Rootless and restless and warmblooded, we blaze in the flare that blinds us to that slow, tall, fraternal fire of life as strong now as in the seedling two centuries ago.

[dazai-wastelandbaby]

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[dsudis]

Medieval peasants did not behave in a manner modern social scientists think of as optimal for their circumstances.

--Barbara A. Hanawalt, The Ties That Bound: Peasant Families in Medieval England.

(Dr. Hanawalt explains that there is no real evidence that English peasants were living in or even particularly acknowledging the existence of extended kinship groups in the 14th-15th century, no matter how much anthropologists think they should have been.)

[datbitchbonnie]

Lois and Bonnie Devil AU (AU belongs to @loiswasadevil)

"My heart... I can feel it growing, Lois. Is this the power of a Devil's Heart?"

"Yes Bonnie. It is very important to keep this power locked away. Others won't understand..."

Lois takes Bonnie's hand and places it on her own chest. Bonnie feels Lois's heart beating with a devil's energy. They look into each others eyes.

Bonnie pulls away and looks down.

"It feels too impossible to control... it comes out against my will and it hurts me... it hurts everyone."

"That's called a catalyst, Bonnie. I have them too. I have a key I use to lock my Devil's Heart away... but it hurts me."

"Oh, Lois..."

Bonnie cups Lois's face in her hand. Her face is warm from her Devil's Power running through her body.

"We have each other now, Lois."

Bonnie and Lois stare into each other's eyes, seeing something in them that they didn't see before... Devils

[abirdinasentrynest]

hello!! (LOOKING FOR TF2 KINNIES!! :D)

i'm relatively new to tumbler, and noticed kinnies tend to post things on here, so i decided to make an account in hopes of finding people!! i am a medic, sniper, pyro, and engie kinnie (i believe i am connected to them, and was possibly them in alternative universes ^^)! i feel bits of them differently, and who i feel the most changes (sometimes randomly, sometimes from triggers).

i'm not looking for kinnies of any specific merc, really. medic wants heavy, sniper isn't hoping for really anyone (maybe spy or scout), pyro wants engie or scout, and engie wants medic or pyro or spy. but everyone's okay with everyone, just preferably on their team (medics the most strict on that, everyone else is alright). the engie i kin is blue, and everyone else is red!!

i'm fully serious here, i miss the team :')

i'm also fully open to questions ^^ (art by me!!)

[ariadne-mouse]

While Aurelia Guilemoth's saccharine condescension is nearly unbearable, and there's plenty of side-eye for the idea that the family is selectively breeding themselves into the best abilities, I also couldn't help thinking how lowkey horrifying it would be to inspire joy by touch. Like sure there are plenty of situations where an assisted happy would be welcome and helpful, but taken to extreme you would be just. personified molly for the people around you. How could you know if they liked you for who you are or if your magical hands have bamboozled them? Also, how tempting would it be to try and solve every interpersonal conflict with your happy-drug hands, which also would be a bad call. God can you imagine pre-voyage Cleo being unhappy with her lot in the family, being sad, and Aurelia just patting her on the shoulder to temporarily erase it? (we see in 1x09 Kinship how quickly Cleo tries to escape from that unexpected hug!). Negative emotions are important too, and Aurelia has the ability to wipe them out. Anyway, it seems like a very blursed sort of reverse-Rogue situation - even if it's not an "always on" kind of thing. Clearly Aurelia has embraced it, but also here she is marrying a guy just for his Fold gift (one he himself doesn't even like!), touching everyone to make sure they have a good time at the party, and it just seems... sad. Can she even use her ability on herself, or is it a Pagliacci the Clown situation, able only to delight those around her? Wait get those hands away from m---

[dedalvs]

Still learning High Valyrian here, but how would you say niece or nephew?

Ho, boy...

So for a parallel niece/nephew you just use the same word as daughter/son (i.e. tala is for a parallel niece and trēsy is for a parallel nephew). For cross nieces/nephews there's no gender distinction (like the word "cousin" in English [not French]). For those it just depends on whose child it is:

valonqar "little brother" > valonqranna "his son/daughter"

lēkia "older brother" > lēkianna "his son/daughter"

haedar "little sister" > haedranna "her son/daughter"

mandia "older sister" > mandianna "her son/daughter"

In using the term you evoke your relationship to the parent. But again, that's only for cross nieces/nephews. So you might have a lēkianna where as your brother has another tala, even though this refers to the same person.

[the-board-hoard]

A simple Folly x Bive board. We've started calling the ship "Sleep Paralysis" ever since we saw someone else call it that. It's fitting!

Wish there could be more detail, but we can always make another one later! Maybe something cuter next time. Maybe.

None of these images belong to us!

[whetstonefires]

2012 paper about the british colonial authorities trying to regulate the indenture of girl children within the malaysian chinese population, and how the difficulty started with even defining any of the terms involved, which i am reading for non-fic research reasons, had this passage that reminded me of some of my mdzs thoughts

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

on maternal lines and inherited rage

Shivani Mittal via Instagram // Kiki Rockwell, “Burn Your Village” // @cursedsuggestion // @domestic-butch // @petrichor-moss-and-lightning, “autonomy in the age of greed” // Lidia Yuknavitch, “Letter to My Rage: An Evolution” // unknown

[paracosmic-collective]

I have some sort of kinship with this little fella right here.

Like, we have some sort of things in common even when we have different interests. But science fiction would be something that we would read for fun

[digitalsigils]

‘our differences enrich us’

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[env0writes]

December arrives with little boast No snow, no wind, no chill Little to call the decided final host A capitulating captor of my year What capital capstone capsizes Tossing me to the waters, not quite icy Before years end, I’m rocked again Shaken and shivering survivor left dicey Winter awakens, in December's ungathered fire pit How long has it been since? Embers cold to touch Gather a gnostic atheist mass; to convince No belief but kinship I remember December beneath a wintry duvet Warm and hidden Secrets to obey or disobey December; give me your worst So that my footing might be steady I’ve danced steps all year long Knock me down at last, so by New Years I’ll be ready No winter remarks to mark calendar memory What a first, with a burst of nothing notable A month of leftovers Left over, for those, looked over, begging to be full Once again With winter hope and glee Can’t you see? This is not how it is supposed to be December arrives And I have seen all the tricks of this trade Rekindle with me; Spark again Blow a winter wish, and see how the world is swayed Even if the spirit is no longer Holy Gather again the embers New kindling and new kinship Friends are as good as family members

Deciding Embers Vol. 5, 12.1.24

“Not the First of it's Kind”

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[gennsoup]

I stand at the edge of centuries facing a goddess.

Seamus Heaney, Kinship

[alex01uwu]

quick sketch of one of my kins :)

[abirdinasentrynest]

i decided to draw out some kin memories, and they were a blast to draw! but my art style keeps switching :')

as medic, i have this memory of being absolutely SOCKED by my own soldier. i don't remember why, but considering how easy it was to anger him, i doubt i did much /lh (top left image)

as engie, i remember my pyro setting fire to one of the buildings. it was in a smaller room, but it was absolutely black and burnt. i was trying to put out the fire with a water hose, and it took FOREVER (top right image)

as pyro, i have a sweet memory of being in my engie's lap. it wasn't romantic, more.. parent and child, i guess? i just remember feeling safe, and i fell asleep (bottom left image)

as sniper, i remember hiding in places where i wasn't likely to be found, to sleep instead of do work. i remember hiding usually behind boxes, where supplies were kept. i wasn't often found, surprisingly (bottom right image)