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[earthjournalbyawildrose]

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[s0urce--flow]

Cern is just a machine with frequency emitting tech and physics that can further exacerbate the dark rip in the milky way galaxy. The dark portal that reinforces duality, darkness and chaos.

It's a portal into the underworld and lower dimensions.

But guess what..

The sun and our hearts are also portals! Portals into the All, Heaven and the higher dimensions. Your heart is a direct connection to the sun. We are also frequency radiating organic technology. Our vessels' electro-radiation and bio electricity is what charges up this grid. We can override the artificial tech with our organic power.

Even though Cern might be ushering in more darkness, All of our hearts are ushering in more light as we speak. And once we are ALL turned on, Cern will cease to be effective at all. We can collectively burn out artificial technology like that.

Cern is what it is, it will never grow into more power. We, on the otherhand are building serious momentum and serious power together. We will just get better and bigger and brighter together.

[nando161mando]

[without-ado]

Lava Rivers l bsteinbekk l Iceland

[commiepinkofag]

Green Scared?

Some Lessons from the FBI Crackdown on Eco-Activists, 2023

For years, the FBI targeted ecological activists as their #1 priority. This is one of the chief reasons environmental devastation has continued unchecked.

At the end of 2005, the FBI opened a new phase of its assault on earth and animal liberation movements — known as the Green Scare — with the arrests and indictments of a large number of activists. This offensive, which they dubbed Operation Backfire, was intended to obtain convictions for many of the unsolved Earth Liberation Front arsons of the preceding ten years — but more so, to have a chilling effect on all ecological direct action.

In this analysis, originally published in Rolling Thunder in 2008, we review everything we can learn from the Operation Backfire cases, with the intention of passing on the lessons for the next generation of environmental activists.

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[love-too]

My aroace toxic trait is that I believe that under some extremely particular and planets-aligning circumstances I could experience the most heart wrenching and fluffiest romance ever

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

god etsy is such an on fire trash can but it has a bunch of shipping presets that are difficult to migrate so i guess we'll do it this way

so anyways there's a glitch where sometimes it forces you to buy a shipping label in order to close out DIGITAL purchases which is fucking insane to me.

So I've pulled the only other cross stitch pattern off of it and made it a pay-what-you-want on kofi

I've also uploaded the other MASSIVE pattern onto ko-fi bc why not

It's a fairly obscure monster road trip reference but I'll be real it holds it's own perfectly fine as a fun pattern to have around the house for your average weirdo

both of these are basically free since ko-fi allows you a pay what you like option

If they had canada post shipping label pre-sets and a robust dms-to-custom-commission-listing system I would migrate in a heartbeat but ALAS

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Here I am with summoning headcanons for the first ghouls told through Chain (my beloved). I'm pretty happy about this one, actually !

"Why d'you wear it ?"

Chain blinks slowly, lazily turning their head to look at Phantom, sprawled on the worn rug next to them.

The new kid is cute, they decide, a bit of a lightweight, so they stopped smoking a while ago. His cheeks are flushed purple, big stary eyes glazed over, a sweet little smile never leaving his lips.

Chain almost forgets they were asked a question, until Phantom tugs a bit more insistantly on the heavy chain looped around their waist. They hum.

"'s a lucky charm, stickbug."

Phantom tilts his head with a confused noise, wiggling closer until he can rest his head on Chain's chest. The water ghoul runs fingers adorned with bone tattoos on the skin of the young quint's arm, raising goosebumps in their wake.

"Y'know I was the first water ghoul summoned after the mess Nihil's ghouls were, right ?"

Phantom nods, tail swaying lightly.

"Well," Chain hums, "back then, summonings were messy. And now, with how much damage Nihil's ghouls had done, the Clergy was afraid. Everytime they summoned a ghoul, they found new reasons to be afraid."

Phantom shifts, reaching up to follow the glowing stripes under Chain's jaw with the tip of his fingers.

"Like what ?"

Chain sighs, thinking back to their very first pack.

"Most of them were ancient, powerful ghouls. 'Mega was the first...I mean, you've seen him. He's big. Sure, Earth and Air are taller, but there's that thing 'bout 'Mega, y'know ? Some kind of...aura or shit. Maybe it's the quintessence, dunno. Anyway, he spooked them real good, and Alpha didn't make it better."

Phantom wrinkles his nose.

"Uh oh. Alpha's spookier than Omega."

Chain can't help snorting at that.

"He's got a shit temper and an ego the size of a planet. Fought Omega the second he slid of the altar. Got messy real quick - that's were he got the scars on his cheek and on his stomach, and 'Mega has matching ones on his thigh, burn marks on his ribs too."

With a little gasp, Phantom pushes himself up on his elbows.

"Really ? But they're....really close."

Phantom's surprise is understandable. Omega and Alpha are pratically joined at the hips now, evolving around each other with an ease speaking of intimacy. Chain hums.

"Well, yeah. Suprisingly, once Omega made Alpha eat shit, it didn't take long for them to get along. I guess they just had a rocky start."

"Understatement."

That sets Chain off, somehow, and it takes a long while before they can speak again without being interrupted by their own giggles.

"And after that, Air and Earth were summoned. You've seen them. Fucking trees, the both of them. Looming above everyone. Air traumatized the poor summoners by screeching so loudly he made some eardrums burst. And Earth, well. Spat out blood and guts everywhere - not his fault they summoned him right after a successful hunt."

Rolling on top of them, Phantom pushes his forehead against Chain's, pawing at their shoulders absent-mindedly.

"And you ?"

Closing their eyes, they can still picture it perfectly. The dim candle-lit room, the smell of incens and fear, the anxious whispers, the rough stone of the altar under their naked skin. And that familiar clinking sound.

"Well, I was the last of Primo's original ghouls to be summoned. And by that point, the Clergy was rightfully pissing their pants. So, the second I crawled out of the pit, they threatened to chain me if I showed any sign of agression. I guess they didn't expect for me to find their shiny chain really cool."

Phantom blinks at them in disblief.

"You...thought the chain looked cool."

Shrugging, Chain ruffles the quint's hair with a huff.

"Y'sound awfully judgmental. Yes, I thought it looked cool. Hopped off the altar, took it from them, sniffed it a few time and decided it was mine. Been wearing it ever since - and got my name out of it."

They stare at each other for a second before dissolving in another fit of giggles. It feels good, Chain decides, spending time with the newer ghouls, telling them stories of before they were summoned and watching their incredulous reaction.

"You," Phantom pants in between chuckles, "are the least serious ghoul I've ever met."

"Part of my charm."

Phantom laughs again, and Chain doesn't realize they're purring until the quint joins in.

[handweavers]

every time i'm with kids it feels so obvious that they really do not need ipads to be entertained like the 3 yr old and i literally played hide and seek and then i threw a single half-deflated balloon in the air above her while she ran around in circles and then she built a 'shower' out of big plastic blocks like 30 times and i explained to her that something can be both blue and green at the same time and she thought it was the coolest thing ever and now won't stop telling everyone when a nearby object is blue green. this all took up an entire evening she didn't even watch tv lol

[thatsbelievable]

[earthjournalbyawildrose]

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[clingonlikeclingwrap]

I’m a weakling for punks with a heart of gold (he’s thinking about puppies)

Bonus:

[st4ngray]

Carnivorous plant

The full flytrap Miku design (albeit very messy) under read more! (Or keep reading(?) idk)

[simonsoys]

A couple of years ago, just before the start of the pandemic, I started having panic attacks when I'd sit down to draw anything. I don't know why, but it came on suddenly and got worse the more I tried to fight it.

Eventually, I stopped forcing myself to try, but I still felt guilty for not being able to produce anything. It's weird when you spend most of your life as "the artsy person" and then it stops.

I felt like most of my value as a person came from what I was outputting. If I couldn't draw then what was I good for? If I were just better, worked harder, even enjoyed drawing more, then I could've made a career out of art and then I could like myself.

Honestly, the best thing I've done for myself after that started happening was letting it go and moving on to something else. I started gardening. I've been reading books a lot. I picked up bass guitar and joined a band.

Getting into music in particular made me realize how awful my attitude towards drawing had gotten. It feels like how drawing used to feel like to me, when I was a kid.

I've made so much progress in the last year since I started learning bass, and it's because I have a willingness to try difficult things and fail-- the act of doing it is fun.

I've met fun people, I've played gigs (which would've been unthinkable even a year ago), and I'm feeling a lot better about myself.

I have a well of curiosity driving me that's been missing for awhile. I'm seeking out social interactions with musicians who are better than me, whereas I had closed myself off from working with other artists because I never felt good enough.

And most importantly, I don't feel like if I fail, it's a reflection of myself as a human-- it's just part of the process. If I suck at it, who gives a shit? Participating has more value than perfection. If my feelings get ugly, I can move onto the next thing. There's more stuff in the world to experience than any of us can ever get to. It's fine if this is just one of them.

Since I've had that realization, I've been slowly able to draw again. I can recognize the destructive thoughts when they're happening, even if I can't fully stop them yet. It's been A LOT easier if I'm drawing something for someone else instead of myself.

I'm hoping in the next year I can get even more of the enjoyment back, but if not, I'll still be ok.

[notokbutthriving]

earth

Earth I know you're scared

I know you have no obligation to help Lunar yourself.

BUT YOU COULD ATLEAST ASK MOON OR SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT IT!

"When he talks about it I'll hear about it"

BRO HES NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT IT!?

YOU LITERALLY HEARD HIM SAY THAT HE COULDN'T ASK ANY OF YALL ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS HIS DECISION AND HE HAS TO MAKE IT THEMSELF !

YOURE GONNA LOSE YOUR 'BROTHER' BECAUSE YOU JUST LET HIM INTERNALIZE THAT ITD BE BETTER FOR YALL IF HE WAS GONE!

Tell me earth-

What would you have done if it was sun?

You would've tried to comfort him, even if you couldn't offer help with the issue, you wouldn't have left him crying ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!

And even if you didn't want to personally comfort him you would've gotten moon, right? Cause even if you couldn't comfort him, he still needed comfort right?

SO DO THAT FOR LUNAR YOU COWARD!