#food and energy capsules

[sw5w]

You've Made a Commitment to the Jedi Order, a Commitment Not Easily Broken

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:12:36

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[jcmarchi]

Repurposed beer yeast may offer a cost-effective way to remove lead from water

New Post has been published on https://thedigitalinsider.com/repurposed-beer-yeast-may-offer-a-cost-effective-way-to-remove-lead-from-water/

Repurposed beer yeast may offer a cost-effective way to remove lead from water

Every year, beer breweries generate and discard thousands of tons of surplus yeast. Researchers from MIT and Georgia Tech have now come up with a way to repurpose that yeast to absorb lead from contaminated water.

Through a process called biosorption, yeast can quickly absorb even trace amounts of lead and other heavy metals from water. The researchers showed that they could package the yeast inside hydrogel capsules to create a filter that removes lead from water. Because the yeast cells are encapsulated, they can be easily removed from the water once it’s ready to drink.

“We have the hydrogel surrounding the free yeast that exists in the center, and this is porous enough to let water come in, interact with yeast as if they were freely moving in water, and then come out clean,” says Patricia Stathatou, a former postdoc at the MIT Center for Bits and Atoms, who is now a research scientist at Georgia Tech and an incoming assistant professor at Georgia Tech’s School of Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering. “The fact that the yeast themselves are bio-based, benign, and biodegradable is a significant advantage over traditional technologies.”

The researchers envision that this process could be used to filter drinking water coming out of a faucet in homes, or scaled up to treat large quantities of water at treatment plants.

MIT graduate student Devashish Gokhale and Stathatou are the lead authors of the study, which appears today in the journal RSC Sustainability. Patrick Doyle, the Robert T. Haslam Professor of Chemical Engineering at MIT, is the senior author of the paper, and Christos Athanasiou, an assistant professor of aerospace engineering at Georgia Tech and a former visiting scholar at MIT, is also an author.

Absorbing lead

The new study builds on work that Stathatou and Athanasiou began in 2021, when Athanasiou was a visiting scholar at MIT’s Center for Bits and Atoms. That year, they calculated that waste yeast discarded from a single brewery in Boston would be enough to treat the city’s entire water supply.

Through biosorption, a process that is not fully understood, yeast cells can bind to and absorb heavy metal ions, even at challenging initial concentrations below 1 part per million. The MIT team found that this process could effectively decontaminate water with low concentrations of lead. However, one key obstacle remained, which was how to remove yeast from the water after they absorb the lead.

In a serendipitous coincidence, Stathatou and Athanasiou happened to present their research at the AIChE Annual Meeting in Boston in 2021, where Gokhale, a student in Doyle’s lab, was presenting his own research on using hydrogels to capture micropollutants in water. The two sets of researchers decided to join forces and explore whether the yeast-based strategy could be easier to scale up if the yeast were encapsulated in hydrogels developed by Gokhale and Doyle.

“What we decided to do was make these hollow capsules — something like a multivitamin pill, but instead of filling them up with vitamins, we fill them up with yeast cells,” Gokhale says. “These capsules are porous, so the water can go into the capsules and the yeast are able to bind all of that lead, but the yeast themselves can’t escape into the water.”

The capsules are made from a polymer called polyethylene glycol (PEG), which is widely used in medical applications. To form the capsules, the researchers suspend freeze-dried yeast in water, then mix them with the polymer subunits. When UV light is shone on the mixture, the polymers link together to form capsules with yeast trapped inside.

Each capsule is about half a millimeter in diameter. Because the hydrogels are very thin and porous, water can easily pass through and encounter the yeast inside, while the yeast remain trapped.

In this study, the researchers showed that the encapsulated yeast could remove trace lead from water just as rapidly as the unencapsulated yeast from Stathatou and Athanasiou’s original 2021 study.

Scaling up

Led by Athanasiou, the researchers tested the mechanical stability of the hydrogel capsules and found that the capsules and the yeast inside can withstand forces similar to those generated by water running from a faucet. They also calculated that the yeast-laden capsules should be able to withstand forces generated by flows in water treatment plants serving several hundred residences.

“Lack of mechanical robustness is a common cause of failure of previous attempts to scale-up biosorption using immobilized cells; in our work we wanted to make sure that this aspect is thoroughly addressed from the very beginning to ensure scalability,” Athanasiou says.

After assessing the mechanical robustness of the yeast-laden capsules, the researchers constructed a proof-of-concept packed-bed biofilter, capable of treating trace lead-contaminated water and meeting U.S. Environmental Protection Agency drinking water guidelines while operating continuously for 12 days.

This process would likely consume less energy than existing physicochemical processes for removing trace inorganic compounds from water, such as precipitation and membrane filtration, the researchers say.

This approach, rooted in circular economy principles, could minimize waste and environmental impact while also fostering economic opportunities within local communities. Although numerous lead contamination incidents have been reported in various locations in the United States, this approach could have an especially significant impact in low-income areas that have historically faced environmental pollution and limited access to clean water, and may not be able to afford other ways to remediate it, the researchers say.

“We think that there’s an interesting environmental justice aspect to this, especially when you start with something as low-cost and sustainable as yeast, which is essentially available anywhere,” Gokhale says.

The researchers are now exploring strategies for recycling and replacing the yeast once they’re used up, and trying to calculate how often that will need to occur. They also hope to investigate whether they could use feedstocks derived from biomass to make the hydrogels, instead of fossil-fuel-based polymers, and whether the yeast can be used to capture other types of contaminants.

“Moving forward, this is a technology that can be evolved to target other trace contaminants of emerging concern, such as PFAS or even microplastics,” Stathatou says. “We really view this as an example with a lot of potential applications in the future.”

The research was funded by the Rasikbhai L. Meswani Fellowship for Water Solutions, the MIT Abdul Latif Jameel Water and Food Systems Lab (J-WAFS), and the Renewable Bioproducts Institute at Georgia Tech.

[disciplined-cornfed]

Rome wasn't built in a day

Alex had never expected his college life to take this kind of turn. He’d moved to New York for school, planning to live on campus like most students, but when he found a better deal on an off-campus apartment that financial aid would cover, he jumped on it. The apartment was in a decent neighborhood, close to the subway, and the landlord didn’t ask too many questions. Seemed like a win.

What he hadn’t planned on, though, was Frank—his new roommate.

Frank was… something else. The guy was like a time capsule from a decade ago, straight out of Jersey Shore. From the gelled-back hair, the deep tan, ridiculous yelling at football and ufc matches every weekend, the flashy chains, to the relentless love of tank tops and gold watches. Alex wasn’t sure if Frank was for real or if this was just an elaborate, extended joke.

But here’s the thing: despite his douchey exterior, Frank was actually a pretty nice guy. Sure, he blasted club music at ungodly hours and flexed in the mirror every time he passed it, but Frank was always chill. He’d offer Alex food whenever he cooked, made sure the apartment was clean, and always gave him a heads-up when he had people over. Plus, Frank clearly knew what he was doing in the gym. The guy was shredded, and Alex had to admit, Frank’s discipline when it came to his diet and workout routine was impressive.

It didn’t take long before Alex’s curiosity got the best of him.

One day, after weeks of seeing Frank pound protein shakes and head to the gym religiously, Alex asked him for some advice. He had always been a casual gym-goer, but seeing Frank’s dedication made him wonder if he could up his own game.

“Yo, Frank,” Alex said one afternoon as they sat in the living room. “What do you usually eat for those gains, man? And how do you stay so consistent?”

Frank grinned, pausing the DJ Pauly D remix playing on his speakers. “Bro, it’s all about focus foods and the right lifts. Stick to lean meats, eggs, beans, lots of veggies. And you gotta hit the weights hard. No shortcuts.”

Alex nodded, scribbling down some notes on his phone. “Got any recommendations? Like content or something I can watch?”

Frank’s grin grew wider. “Oh, for sure. I’ll send you some stuff. There’s Dom Mazzetti, Vinny Guadagnino—some good shit, bro. But hey, I’ll send you my playlist too. Got a WAV file I use at the gym that keeps me hyped.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “A playlist?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Frank said, waving his hand dismissively. “It’s got some fire tracks. Also, I threw in some personal affirmations underneath it, helps me stay focused during my lifts. You probably won’t even notice them, but they help, bro. Trust me.”

Alex wasn’t really buying into the whole “subliminal affirmation” thing. It sounded like some weird self-help nonsense. But Frank was shredded, and if these little tricks worked for him, maybe they were worth a shot.

Later that evening, Alex plugged in his headphones and hit play on Frank’s WAV file. It started with “Lucky, Lucky, Lucky Me”—a male cover that felt oddly calming. The song transitioned into upbeat remixes like “Fireball” and other club tracks that seemed to pump adrenaline into his veins. Somewhere in between, Sinatra’s smooth voice made an appearance, bringing a strange, nostalgic energy to the mix.

As the playlist played, Alex caught faint whispers beneath the music—barely noticeable. “You love the gym. You crave the weights. Tanning makes you feel amazing. You rep the Italian pride with every lift.”

He chuckled to himself. This subliminal shit can’t be real, he thought. But, whatever—Frank swears by it.

The playlist ended with “Lucky, Lucky Me” again, and as Alex dozed off that night, the tune echoed faintly in his head.

The changes didn’t happen overnight, but as the days went by, Alex began to notice subtle differences. It started with his workouts. He’d always been someone who worked out occasionally, but now there was something different. One morning, as he walked past the gym on his way to class, he felt an urge—a need to lift. It wasn’t just about getting in shape anymore. Something about the weights called to him, pulling him in.

He ended up inside, grabbing a set of dumbbells and diving into a full workout. By the time he finished, he was drenched in sweat, but instead of feeling exhausted, he felt exhilarated. There was a rush—an energy that coursed through him, leaving him wanting more.

From that point on, the gym became part of his daily routine. At first, he didn’t even realize it was happening. He started following Frank’s tips—lifting heavier, focusing on compound movements, and pushing himself harder with each session. His muscles responded quickly, growing faster than they ever had before. His shirts started to fit tighter, hugging his chest and arms in ways they never had before. Every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t help but flex, admiring his progress.

It wasn’t just the gym either. One afternoon, Alex caught himself in front of the bathroom mirror, noticing how pale his skin looked under the fluorescent lights. Without thinking much of it, he booked an appointment at the tanning salon down the street. After his first session, he looked at himself in the mirror, marveling at the golden glow on his skin. It made him feel good, confident—like he was stepping into a new version of himself.

Tanning became part of his routine, just like the gym. He started looking forward to that golden glow, the way it made his muscles stand out more, and how it just felt right.

One weekend, Alex found himself wandering into a clothing store, drawn to a section of tank tops with bold prints—Italian flags, American flags, vibrant colors that screamed confidence. He picked up a few without thinking twice, the fabric feeling perfect against his newly defined arms. When he got home and slipped into one of the tanks, he stood in front of the mirror, flexing his biceps. The tank hugged his body in all the right places, and as he admired his reflection, a grin spread across his face.

Damn, I look good.

It wasn’t just the clothes that made him feel this way—it was the pride, the feeling of representing his heritage with every lift, every flex. It felt right.

The most surprising change came with his voice. At first, it was barely noticeable—a slight shift in his accent, a few new words slipping into his vocabulary. But as the weeks went on, the transformation in his speech became undeniable. His voice took on a thicker Jersey inflection, and words like “bro” and “yo” started slipping out naturally, almost without him realizing it. He spoke with more confidence, more swagger, his words carrying a weight that hadn’t been there before.

He even noticed how loud he’d become, but it wasn’t obnoxious—it felt like he was owning the room. His friends started to comment on it, but Alex didn’t mind. It felt like the way he was supposed to talk, like his voice was finally matching the rest of his transformation.

One night, Alex found himself scrolling through YouTube, where he came across a Dom Mazzetti video. He clicked on it, expecting to laugh at the over-the-top persona, but something else happened. As Dom joked about gym culture, diet, and lifting, Alex found himself nodding along, relating to the lifestyle. The gym wasn’t just a place to work out anymore—it was part of who he was becoming.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. Alex’s days revolved around the gym, tanning, and repping his heritage with pride. He found himself following more content creators who embodied the same mindset—guys who lived for the grind, the lifts, and the pride in who they were.

His roommate Frank noticed the changes, too. “Bro, you’re looking jacked,” Frank said one afternoon as Alex flexed in the mirror before heading out to the gym. “You flexing the gains hard now.”

Alex grinned, running a hand through his hair, which he’d started gelling back every morning. “Yeah, man. It just feels right, you know?”

Frank clapped him on the shoulder, a proud smirk on his face. “Told ya. Once you get in the groove, there’s no going back. You’re one of us now, bro. Tanning, lifting, and heritage. Welcome to the crew.”

Alex chuckled, feeling Frank’s words sink in. Wasn’t just about the workouts or the diet no more. It was the whole package—the attitude, the pride, the way he carried himself. He’d become confident, bold, and unapologetic. The gym had become his temple, and every flex in the mirror, every perfectly tanned muscle, reminded him of how far he’d come.

He spoke with more confidence now, his voice carrying a thick Jersey accent that seemed to come naturally. Words like “bro” and “yo” slipped out effortlessly, and he found himself embracing the louder, more assertive side of himself. Even his walk had changed—there was more swagger, more presence.

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A few weeks later, Alex and Frank were sitting in the living room, scrolling through profiles of potential new roommates. Their lease was ending soon, and they needed to find someone to fill the third room. Frank leaned back in his chair, sipping a protein shake as he swiped through a list of candidates.

“Yo, check this one out,” Alex said, pausing on a profile. “Marco Ricci. Italian last name.”

Frank raised an eyebrow and leaned in, studying the screen. “Oh shit, an Italian? That’s promising.”

They opened Marco’s profile, but instead of seeing someone flexing or rocking a tan, Marco looked... pretty regular. He wasn’t out of shape, but he wasn’t exactly lifting heavy either. Pale, with a pretty average physique, he was the kind of guy who didn’t seem to spend much time at the gym. His shirt was plain, and his expression, while friendly, was far from the confident swagger Alex and Frank had come to expect in their circle.

Alex chuckled, nudging Frank. “Dude’s kinda pasty, huh?”

Frank smirked. “Yeah, bro. Definitely needs some work. But Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know? He’s got the Italian blood—that’s what counts. We can mold him.”

Alex nodded, his mind already racing. Marco might not be there yet, but with the right guidance, who knows? The guy had potential. He just needed some direction.

“Yeah,” Alex said, swiping right on Marco’s profile. “We’ll get him there. If he’s down to move in, I have the perfect playlist in mind."

Frank chuckled deeply, shaking his head. “Bro, he won’t know what hit him.”

Alex grinned, flexing in the mirror nearby. “Hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day, right?”

Frank laughed again, raising his protein shake in a mock toast. “Damn straight, bro."

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[brewingcoffi]

UNDERTALE: YELLOW ‘REVIVED! CLOVER’ AU

PART 1

Explanation:

AS WE CAN TELL BY THE CUTSCENES, THAT DYING WITHOUT A SOUL ISNT IMMEDIATE. but slowly, it sorta drains away your energy, but seeing that Clover was literally hunched down during Floweys speech before having ENOUGH energy to drag themselves to position their last death place shows how REALLY strong Clover is. So, assuming that they DIDNT immediately passed away after they positioned themselves for prob a few last breath minutes really made me think.

What if Flowey decided to still keep Clover? They were ‘pals’ Yeah. Flowey decided to let them rest… BBBBBut, what if before Clover used their last breath. Floweys forced a TINY ounce of his determination into them. Making Clover a sort of a walking dying corpse.

Nevertheless, since it is shown that Clover has enough energy to drag themselves without their soul. In their now revived state, they can do simple movements by themselves. It’s just their legs can't balance anymore due to a lack of soul energy, so Flowey helps them with their balance and movements by being their support via using Vines as body strings.

Flowey and Them DO meet Frisk at some point,

Clover genuinely looks so tired which make sense because they literally got their energy sucked out after they lost their soul. Clover now has to drink ANY energy giving drinks or they barely functions for 2 hours (Forced to drink coffee.)

Character Info:

Clover & Flowey

Due to Clover's SOUL already being taken Encased in a capsule (Takes places during OG Undertale.)

Flowey mostly ‘Helps’ with their movements since without a soul, their control over their body are VERY WEAK. Revived! Clover can’t do Shit. Only thinks and blinks (But has enough energy to speak simple words.) of course, they can move their arms with any leftover weak energy. but it will never be enough to resists Flowey's control over their movement and actions.

I also wanted to add a detail that the vines will extend more rapidly and secure/support more, depending on what body part(s) Clover is going to use more effortly just incase of Clover was caught in a fight.

Qna questions that are answered for the lore of this AU:

Question 1. You think the lack of a soul might cause empathy/emotion issues like with flowey? Imagine flowey teaching clover to cope with it.

Answer:

“The answer is, Yeah! But, I have a feeling or a (hc of course) that it still has same affect upon losing your soul, slowly but surely. It would take Clover a few days or maybe one month in the underground to suddenly lose their concept of emotions, since like what happened after they lost their soul.

But Clover probably "tries' to hold onto their emotions to as long as possible, to make sure they don't ended up like flowey (I like to think that they slowly soon starts to act semi-like their genocide counterpart; ruthless and bold.)”

Question 2. Wondering how their friends would interact with how... "kind of alive" their body is. Or heck, how they and their friends would interact with the undertale cast.

Before the aftermath, how would Clover "kind-of live" in the underground? With all of the emotionlessness consuming their days, would they act like some kind of cryptid since they don't want their friends to see them as this... soulless shell.

Answer:

1.) I bet they would interact with Clover by treating them like a glass child (Which would start A LOT of conflicts, especially when the side effect of being soulless could affect their moral Justice as well.), and for the UT cast, it depends on your idea!

2.) Clover went into hiding and lived off caffeine and energy drinks(Or leftover food from their inventory.) But, Flowey being their pal would probably give them food if they don't, And Yeah! Clover became this ‘Cryptic entity’ that tends to lurk around where ‘Injustice or corruption’ happens. I like to see Clover, before the emotionlessness began; Was that Clover USED to be this ‘Peacekeeper’ vigilante. Relating to them acting like this ‘Cryptic’ due to them. Even in OG Undertale, I like to imagine that Clover appears for a short period of time and disappears from Frisk point of view(Like that Flowey Easter egg from the OG UT.)

Question 3. does clover tell flowey what limb or does flowey just know?

Answer:

Well, they used The first one, but until a few days or weeks, they’ve gotten used to it, so Flowey now just knows.

4. What exactly WAS flowey's plan for Clover

Answer:

The only logical and ‘in-character’ thought I had of Flowey’s plan; was that Flowey was going to use Clover against or perhaps use Clover as bait/trick the last human child, and help kill King Asgore. Which backfired.

And I also realized that Clover no longer has their Gun, so I wanted to give Clover a weapon to help ppl while also defending themselves. (Clover is used to range, so they probably suck-ass on melee weapons.)

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

E+ Food Technologies

From what I can gather, E+ Food Technologies is an energy drink/stamina item company in Linkon City.

Their "Energy Capsules" are the latest beverage specially crafted for Hunters.

Advertised to "replenish your energy anytime, anywhere!".

Each of the product listings reminds consumers to "please pay attention to the expiration date".

It comes in three different varieties: Light (left), Vigorous (center), and Powerful (right).

Energy Capsule: Light

Restores 30 stamina upon consumption

Energy Capsule: Vigorous

Restores 60 stamina upon consumption

Energy Capsule: Powerful

Restores 100 stamina upon consumption

Personal Thoughts:

I'm curious what flavors they come in and what other beverages they sell! Since these are their "latest" beverages, I feel safe assuming various other preceeded them.

And since the expiration warning is repeatedly reinforced, I wonder what the consequences of drinking an expired one would be

[pygmi-cygni]

Pit Stop

I've been slacking on my poevember guys...I'll drop a few today just to say sorry.

cw: sickfic, bickering, fluff

"You're s'posed to put the tea bag in first," you grumbled from inside your blanket fort, groggily watching Poe fumble his way through making some Safro root tea.

"Hey, I'm the nurse here," he fired back, drizzling a bit of honey in the mug. "Blow your nose and be quiet."

You stuck your tongue out before dissolving into a hacking cough that rattled the furniture. Beebs beeped softly from the doorway, little orange light blinking with concern. Poe waved him off and carefully brought over your drink, wincing when it burned his palm

"Take it take it take it, it's hot," he hissed, almost sloshing it over the rim. You snorted at his dramatics and set it on the side table. The nest of tissues, heating pads and empty cups of tea had built up a fortress around you. For precaution, Poe had let you take the whole bunk and he was sleeping on the floor.

At first you protested, but he wanted to be close in case you needed help. And, this way he could take full advantage of the heated floor panels.

"How's the headache today?" Poe asked over his shoulder, dressing for his mission today.

"S'okay."

The tea was nice and soothing on your throat, and the tightness in your chest melted away. Your hum of contentment brought a grin to Poe's face. He kissed your cheek.

"Told you it would help."

"Yeah, but I had to tell you how to make it," you mumbled against his lips. He tugged your ear affectionately.

"I'll be back by tonight, don't die. Beebs will come in with meds in a few hours, okay?"

You nodded an affirmative and shuffled back under your hovel. Your legs were a bit achy from being curled in the same position, but your head was so exhausted you couldn't bring yourself to move.

Coughing weakly, you sighed and nodded back off to sleep.

Your nap was a little shorter than you'd like. BB-8 had left a small tray with some capsules on it. You took them gratefully and sat up, gingerly stretching your cramped shoulders. A satisfying pop and you fell back onto the bed with a sigh. The movement had given you some energy, and you decided to clean up a little.

Half of the tissues and empty food containers had been tossed by the time you felt a little weak. Dizzy, you sat against the bed frame, breathing laboriously. Your breath wheezed through your teeth. Still congested.

Poe chose that moment to walk through the door.

"Woah, hey, hey, what happened?" He rushed, automatically in doctor mode. You batted his hands away.

"Jus' got a bit sleepy, don't-"

"No, I told you to get rest," he chided, checking your face for...something, and scooping you up to lay back down. You groaned dejectedly.

"but I've been laying down forever-"

"Hush, or I'll strap you down."

Harrumphing, you pulled the blankets over your head and turned away from him. You were teasing, obviously, and you knew Poe was right. It wasn't a good idea to exert yourself after being sick for so long.

A warm pair of hands carefully peeled away your protective shield. Poe's big brown eyes peered down at you, face twisted in a playful glare.

"Where's my good night kiss," he whisper-shouted. You snorted at him, realizing he was hanging half-off the bed in an attempt to reach you. You coughed gently into your elbow.

"No kisses when I'm sick."

He scoffed. "Is it a mouth-killing sickness? Otherwise I'm not sure why that would prevent you from-"

"Actually, yes," you interrupted, giggling, "it is a mouth killing sickness, and my lips no longer work-"

"Oh, finally," he sighed dramatically, "maybe then I'll get some peace and quiet around here-" his fingers dug into your ribs and you squealed, batting him away and laughing hoarsely. He tickled you until you started coughing again. Your ribs quaked with the force. Poe rubbed a hand over your back, offering a glass of water.

"Hey, careful," he soothed.

"Your- cough - your fault," you wheezed, gulping it down gratefully. His smile was warm as you settled back in with a yawn.

"Yeah, okay. We'll take a pit stop on the tickle fights then," he relented. You smiled at each other for a soft moment, him crouching next your bed and you buried in blankets. Poe's finger came up to trace your nose, humming gently. Your eyelids grew heavy as you tried to place the song.

Heavy on the mountains, as we walk...."That's not how it goes," you accused, sitting up. He pushed you back down and shrugged.

"It's how I heard it."

"No, it's early in the mountains, not heavy-"

"Oh, just get some sleep," he snapped playfully, pressing a firm kiss on your forehead, "bedtime was two hours ago."

"I'm not five," you groused, but smiled when he kissed both of your cheeks. Poe rested his head next to yours and resumed stroking your cheek, humming the correct song this time.

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[whenmemorydies]

Another Storer/Calo musical deep cut:

Eddie Vedder, lead singer of Pearl Jam and the focus of so much of my adolescent thirst whose voice is featured all over The Bear’s soundtrack -

See: Vedder’s rapid-fire, gutteral one-two-three-four-five against one […] torture from you to me of PJ’s "Animal" over the end credits of 1x01 System or propelling the energy in Richie and Syd’s last ditch effort to save Friends and Family in 2x10 The Bear. See: Eddie (and Neil Finn) wailing And though we try to forget it, you will make me call your name, as I shout it to the blue, summer sky in "Throw Your Arms Around Me" over shots of Carmy making Syd's lamb ragu for Cl@ire while Syd undresses at home (this fucking show lmao) (also shout out to Melbourne/Naarm rock group Hunters & Collectors whose song Vedder and Finn covered). See: Eddie's yearning as he croons I've been planning out all that I'd say to you in PJ's "Come Back", as Carmy and Syd have metaphorical sex under a perfectly level table (shout out to @sydcarmyfan for that brilliant meta). See also: Vedder covering The English Beat's "Save It For Later" and singing, Save it for later, don't run away and let me down, you let me down in 3x02 Next while we see a litany of working class and racialised hospitality and food service workers gearing up for another work day in Chicago, just as Carmy is about to commence fucking over his working class and racialised crew at The Bear for the remainder of season 3 (this fucking show, gah) -

that Eddie Vedder, who is more commonly associated with Seattle and the grunge movement that was birthed there, was actually born in Evanston, Illinois: the same suburb of Chicago that its implied the Berzattos lived in (I say implied because its never explicitly stated on the show but we know that 2x06 Fishes was shot in Evanston). I always get a little chill up my spine when I come across connections like this on the show.

The Bear is such a love letter: to the food services industry, to film, to romance itself and almost certainly, to Chicago.

Author's note:

Enjoy this video of Eddie Vedder continuing to be a man after my own heart, talking about visiting his grandmother's old home in Evanston - a home he describes as the Sun that the rest of his family orbited around - which made me tear up because that's exactly how us grandkids felt about our Ammamma's apartment in Canada. Eddie talks about his grandmother having 6 kids and wishing he had bought the apartment to keep it like a time capsule, only to meet the current residents and changing his mind because it was a place full of "love and power and good vibes" that they took and also raised their 6 kids in. And all of this before launching into "Throw Your Arms Around Me" *sigh*

Its no secret that I love The Bear, but what I might love even more than the show itself are all the tangents, winding paths and deep cuts that it takes me to and which pull at my own memories and history. This art is so cathartic for so many reasons. And I doubt I'm the only one on here feeling that way.

[awh-bowie]

☆⋆｡ beauty boosting food! ☆⋆｡

a healthy diet doesn’t have to be boring or repetitive! i see food (especially smoothies!!) as potions i can tailor towards exactly what i need. this post is to tell you about what i like to call functional foods ✧˖°

୨୧ skin treats ୨୧

feed your skin from within !! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

🍓 berries — packed with antioxidants to keep your skin looking bright. my favs are blueberries, strawberries, and goji berries !!

🥑 avocado — full of healthy fats, helps keep your skin hydrated and soft, reducing the appearance of wrinkles. it can also be used topically! i love it on toast or as a base for smoothies!

🥕 carrots — rich in beta-carotene (a type of vitamin A), carrots can help improve skin tone and even give you a subtle glow. some people even take concentrated capsules to look tanner 0.o

🌿 green tea — high in antioxidants, especially EGCG, green tea can help fight inflammation and reduce acne. it has caffeine so it’s a great morning drink!! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

୨୧ hair helpers ୨୧

for visibly and structurally healthy hair! ミ☆

🥥 coconut oil — you can add this to smoothies or use it for cooking, and the healthy fats will nourish your hair from the inside out. you can even use it as a hair mask !

🌰 nuts & seeds — they’re full of omega-3 fatty acids and vitamin E, nuts and seeds like almonds, walnuts, chia, and flaxseeds promote hair growth and prevent damage !

🐟 salmon — packed with omega-3s and protein, salmon can make your hair stronger and shinier. it's a beauty superfood! i feed it to my cat to keep her extra shiny ᓚ₍^・ﻌ・^₎

🍳 eggs — eggs are full of biotin and protein, both of which are essential for strong, healthy hair !!

୨୧ brain boosters ୨୧

for focus, memory, and mental clarity, keep your brain beautiful! જ⁀➴

🥑 avocado — besides being a skin and hair hero, avocado also supports brain health with its rich supply of healthy fats and vitamin K. we love a multi-functional food !

🍫 dark chocolate — full of flavonoids, caffeine, and antioxidants, dark chocolate can improve brain function and give you a quick mood lift ⭑.ᐟ

🫐 blueberries — these little berries are packed with antioxidants that protect your brain from aging and boost memory. they’re also antioxidants which i mentioned above ^.^

🐠 fatty fish — fish like salmon, sardines, and mackerel are high in omega-3s, which are key for brain health !

୨୧ healthy body support ୨୧

keep your body strong and healthy to support ur princess lifee ૮ ∩´ᵕ`∩ ྀིა

🍠 sweet potatoes — packed with fiber, vitamins, and minerals, sweet potatoes help with digestion, boost immunity, and keep you full of energy.

🥦 broccoli — this veggie is a powerhouse of vitamins C, K, and folate. it's great for immune support, bone health, and even glowing skin.

🍋 lemon — starting ur day with lemon water can help to aid digestion, boost vitamin C levels, and keep your immune system strong. it's a simple way to give your body some love and is super yummy !

🍄 mushrooms — rich in selenium and antioxidants, mushrooms are amazing for your immune system! just make sure you do your research >.

୨୧ hormone balancers ୨୧

help balance your hormones ≽^-˕-^≼

🌱 flaxseeds — full of lignans, which can help balance estrogen levels, flaxseeds are great for hormone health, especially during the premenstrual period !

🍳 egg yolks — a great source of vitamin D and choline, egg yolks help regulate hormones and keep you feeling balanced !

🥛 almond milk — almonds are a good source of magnesium, which helps control stress hormones like cortisol. plus, it’s a dairy-free option that's easy on digestion !

🍠 maca root — this is a superfood known for balancing hormones, boosting energy, and improving fertility. you can find it in powder form to add to your smoothies or oatmeal.

୨୧ overall self-love ୨୧

you deserve the best! ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

🍋 lemon — full of vitamin C, which helps with collagen production, lemons can brighten your skin and boost your immune system. i like to start my day with warm lemon water !

🍃 leafy greens — spinach, kale, and other leafy greens are full of vitamins and minerals that detox your body and keep your skin clear ! they’re a great thing to add to smoothies for an extra vitamin boost !

🍍 pineapple — this tropical fruit has enzymes that can aid digestion and give your skin that lit-from-within glow :3

🍯 honey — nature's sweet healer! honey has antibacterial properties, so it’s great for your immune system and can even be used topically for glowing skin. thanks bees !! 🐝˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (VIII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here and this is part 8 💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Everybody got lunch! Not Danny, though. :) He was taking a nap. And Wonder Woman

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Danny only doesn’t throw something because he already knew someone was on their way. The alien told him so. It’s not a surprise.

There’s someone new here. In his room. At the edge of his curtain. Too close to his bed. Danny doesn’t like it. He doesn’t hiss, because that’s Rude, but he does push his shadow to be bigger. Longer. Darker.

The human just waves. Waits. Holds something out in its hand. Danny doesn’t care. He can’t see it and he’s not going to go over there.

The human makes more words Danny can’t hear. Blech. He wonders what everyone knows here that he doesn’t. Is it French? Is it German? Jazz—

Thinking about Jazz makes his heart hurt.

Danny curls up further into the dark spots on his bed.

The human steps past Danny’s curtain. Danny does hiss, now, something long and low and halfway out of a human hearing range.

The human pauses. Its black haired-head tilts. It says—something else. Its tone is still gentle.

Danny doesn’t trust it. But it doesn’t get any closer, either. It only…holds out a hand.

There’s something in that hand.

It’s a trap, it has to be. But—

The alien said that they had friends in this tower. That the humans here are…safe. Danny doesn’t believe it. Danny is afraid to believe it.

But one of them gave him food.

…And the younger ones feed him all the time.

So maybe. Danny. Maybe he can. He flinches and he leans forward.

Danny can. He can’t see most things. But something aches in his skull where he is meant to see color and shape and familiarity, and something in his melted brain whispers wait, watch.

Danny’s back arches.

He waits. He watches.

…The object doesn’t do anything. The human simply sets it on Danny’s side table, and then it’s an object. A mostly white, somewhat red object. The other colors might be blue, or gray; they’re not distinct enough to be distinguishable in Danny’s mostly mush eyes. It’s oblong, and sort of round and—

Danny jerks upright. He snatches the item off of the table as quickly as he can, brings it as close to his eyes as he can— IT’S A ROCKET!!!! It is!!!! With fuel thrusters and everything!! If Danny had his whole brain he thinks that he could even recognize which one!!

He purrs, and he purrs, and he purrs, and he takes his pillow and he settles the hard plastic into his kind-of-damp (but mostly dry!) pillows and leans into it, happy to have this thing he likes and can recognize!!

Fine. Danny can like this human. When it comes back with little pills in a paper cup, it bravely gets closer, so Danny can see black hair pulled back, a tail swinging behind her, a tinge of red under a mostly-opaque white medical gown, and gold bracelets on her arms.

…Danny touches the bracelets to investigate before he can even be scared. They shiver with energy. Danny’s fragile form shivers back.

The human spends a lot of time with words Danny can’t hear on the paper cup, and she pulls out each little pill inside so that she can say more things, show him what it looks like, let him smell each capsule and tablet.

When the buzzing human comes back with a vibrato of joycurio/us!/joy in its wake, eager to see Danny as he is relieved to see it, Danny shows him the little paper cup.

The buzzing human trills with relief! Relief! Relief!

…That’s got to be safe enough, right? …Right?

Danny…

It’s been a while since he tried to dry-swallow medicine down his torn esophagus, but everyone’s immediate rush to find him water makes the swallow easier than Danny might have thought.

Some of the medicine is going to make him sleepy. Danny remembers enough about medicine to remember that. The thought of being vulnerable and not able to wake up is scary; but if Danny is going to get better, he’s going to have to trust that not every human wants to make sample slides out of his organs and jam needle-long electrodes into his brain, and he will have to fall asleep and not cry about it.

The cup of water the quickquickquick human gets him is so nice. His claws clink against the ceramic of the mug. Most of the liquid actually makes it into his mouth, and some of it even into his throat.

Danny lays down, pulls the rocket ship closer to his fragile form, and purrs. The fastquick human takes Danny’s hand so that he’s not alone.

At some point, his paper eyelids shut.

[sw5w]

It Was Her Idea

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:11:25

[ha-rinrin]

Summer of second chances

1st chapter

total word count for the whole series: 40 something k words

total word count for this chapter:3,7k

summary:You return to your small hometown after two years away at college, hoping for a quiet summer to recharge. But the town hasn’t forgotten you, sparking the curiosity of a blue-haired girl who’s eager to unravel the mystery behind the girl who left town.

Back in town

The bus rolls into the station with a loud hiss of air, the brakes squealing in protest as it comes to a halt. You glance out the window, watching the familiar streets of your hometown come into view. The same small shops line the streets, their faded signs untouched by time. It’s like stepping back into a memory—everything looks exactly the way you left it.

You step off the bus, adjusting the bag on your shoulder as the warm, sticky summer air hits you. The smell of saltwater from the nearby ocean mingles with the scents of food from the old diner on the corner, and for a second, you’re reminded of the countless summers you spent here. But it feels different now. After two years away at college, you’ve grown used to the fast pace of the city, the noise, the constant movement. Coming back here feels like pressing pause on all of that.

Your mom had practically begged you to come home for the summer. “You need a break,” she’d said during one of your weekly phone calls. “You’ve been working nonstop for two years—just take some time to relax.” At first, you resisted. How could you relax when you’ve spent the last two years building a near-perfect academic record, lining up internships, and doing everything you could to ensure your future? But as finals week wrapped up and the exhaustion finally hit you, the feeling of just wanting to clear your head became too persistent, and a quiet summer at home started sounding like a pretty good idea.

You’ve only been back in town for a few minutes, but already the slow rhythm of this place is starting to seep in. It’s quieter here, the pace slower, the days longer. You allow yourself to breathe it in, the scent of salt in the air, the sound of the ocean waves in the distance. This place is simple, comfortable. Maybe you can find some peace here after all.

You start walking toward home, the streets looking almost too familiar. There’s the old bookstore where you used to spend hours as a kid, now closed with a faded “For Sale” sign in the window. The ice cream shop is still in business, though the paint on the sign is peeling. You catch a glimpse of the park where you used to meet up with friends after school, though it looks smaller now.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, snapping you out of your thoughts. You pull it out and see Vi’s name flash across the screen. A small smile tugs at your lips. Vi’s been your best friend since high school—tough, no-nonsense, and always there when you need her. You haven’t seen her in a while, but you’ve kept in touch, texting every now and then.

You answer the call. “Vi! I just got into town.”

“Y/N!” Vi’s voice comes through the phone, full of energy. “It’s about time. How was the trip?”

You shift the bag on your shoulder as you walk, taking a right turn onto the street that leads to your house. “Long. But not too bad. Just happy to finally be back.”

“I bet,” she says. “Feels weird, huh? Being back here after all that time away?”

You glance around at the quiet streets, the houses that look just like they did when you left. “Yeah, everything’s exactly the same. It’s like nothing’s changed.”

“That’s the beauty of this place,” Vi replies with a chuckle. “Stuck in its own little time capsule. How’s your mom? She must be thrilled to have you back.”

You smile at the thought. “She’s probably going to smother me with attention. She’s been counting down the days until I got here.”

Vi laughs. “Classic. So, you got any big plans while you’re here, or are you just going to lounge around and let her spoil you?”

You think about the question for a moment, your eyes drifting to the row of houses along the street. Part of you wants to say you’ll take it easy, spend the summer relaxing. But you know yourself too well. You’re not the type to sit around doing nothing, even if your mom insists it’s what you need.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” you admit. “I told myself I’d try to take it easy, but I’m already thinking about what I can get done this summer.”

“Of course you are,” Vi teases. “You can’t sit still for more than a minute, can you?”

You grin. “What can I say? Old habits die hard.”

“Yeah, I figured. Well, we definitely need to hang out while you’re here. I’m on a weird work schedule, but I’ll make time. Maybe we can grab food at that new taco place everyone’s been talking about.”

You stop at the corner, waiting for a car to pass before crossing the street. “Sounds good to me. It’ll be nice to catch up in person. I feel like it’s been forever.”

“It has,” Vi says, her voice softening. “Too long. You and I need to make up for lost time.”

The idea of getting away from the same old streets for a bit sounds appealing. “Yeah, maybe we should. I could use a break from all this… familiarity.”

Vi laughs on the other end. “Perfect, because I was already thinking of something to shake things up a bit. How about a little party? Nothing crazy, just a few friends, good music, and a chance for you to meet the new crowd I’ve been hanging with.”

You raise an eyebrow, even though she can’t see it. “A party? You know that’s not really my scene, Vi.”

“I know, I know,” she says quickly. “But it won’t be wild. More like a chill get-together. I’ve got some great people I’ve been hanging out with, and I think you’d really hit it off with them. Plus, it’s your first summer back in two years—don’t you think you deserve a little fun?”

You hesitate. A party sounds… a bit much. You’ve barely been back in town for a few hours, and the thought of jumping straight into something social makes you a little nervous. But this is Vi. If anyone knows how to make things relaxed and fun, it’s her.

“All right, a small party could be nice,” you finally concede, though there’s still a flicker of hesitation in your voice. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to meet some new people while I’m here.”

Vi laughs softly, clearly pleased by your answer. “That’s the spirit! Trust me, Y/N, it’s going to be low-key. Nothing crazy. We’ll grab some food, hang out, maybe throw on some music. Besides, you’ve been locked away in books and internships for way too long. It’s time you let loose, even just a little.”

You smile, even though the idea of “letting loose” still feels foreign. “Okay, okay. When is this happening?”

“How about tomorrow night? Gives you some time to settle in, and I can pull a few people together. Say around 8 p.m. at my place?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll be there.”

“Great! You’re gonna love this crowd. They’re good people. And don’t worry, it’ll be nothing like those wild parties you always avoided in high school,” Vi adds with a chuckle.

You laugh too, feeling more at ease now. “Yeah, I’m counting on that.”

There’s a brief pause before Vi’s voice comes through again, this time softer. “I’m really glad you’re back, Y/N. It’s been too long.”.

You feel a warmth in your chest at her words. "Same here, Vi. I’ve missed you."

"Alright, I’ll let you go. I’m working late tonight, but I’ll text you the details for tomorrow. Can’t wait to catch up properly."

“Sounds good. Talk soon.” You hang up the phone, slipping it back into your pocket as you reach your house.

Standing at the front door, you take a deep breath, feeling the familiar sensation of being home. The old wooden porch creaks beneath your feet as you step inside, the smell of fresh flowers and your mom’s cooking immediately wrapping around you like a blanket.

The house feels the same—warm, welcoming, like time hasn’t moved here either. You set your duffel bag down by the door, smiling to yourself. This summer might turn out to be more interesting than you’d expected.

continue in ao3

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HEY HEY HEYYY!!

(got inspiration from the person who requested miya twins with sibling!reader- it was js so sweet help-)

BUT AHFJEK i hc that suna just cares for his sibling an insane amount, like will cheer them up ANYTIME if they ask or not, like they're just so dear to him<33 like i feel like he can tell that they like tks just cause of how giddy and happy they get after, so like after a friend breakup or sum he js gives em light tks everywhere cuz they just need it🥺 AAAAAAAAA SCREAMING AT THE THOUGJT OF IT /pos (you know me-- lee reader pls :3 have a wonderful day friend)

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

AHHH! *does a little cartwheel* FRIEND! :D the way I immediately read that Hey Hey Hey as Bokuto This is so cute??? So sweet? So freaking- AHH! Suna being an endearing big brother is everything to me; this is perfection! I've gotcha covered!

CW: Angst, hurt/comfort, food

“Hey.” Suna pressed a icy cold can of your favorite drink against your cheek, making you squeak in surprise. “I got you something.”

“Oh?” You didn’t have the energy to sound excited, even as you took the can from him. Your voice was thick with tears, eyes stinging from the past hour shedding them. “Thank you.”

“But wait- there’s more.” Suna smirked as he reached into the bag he had, pulling out not just one, but two of your favorite drinks, alongside your favorite candies and chips. He even pulled out a gacha machine capsule, your favorite character looking back at you through the frosty plastic. “I thought of you.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you took the little figure from your grasp, turning it in your fingers. The gesture was so sweet, but at the same time so painful.

“Oh no- did I get the wrong one?” He blinked when you sobbed, falling into his shoulder. “(Y/N)?”

“N-No, you’re fi-ine. I just- I-” You couldn’t put it into words. How could you explain to him what happened without feeling like the pain in your chest would come up and suffocate you?

Suna hummed, taking in your teary expression before pulling you into his chest completely. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain. Just- let it out.”

So you did. You wailed in his chest, crying like a lost child as he held you tightly in his arms. If he was soothing you, you couldn’t hear him, too caught up in your despair as he rubbed soothing circles in your back. Eventually, you were able to pull away, wiping at your face with a pitiful sniffle. “G-Got any tissues?”

“Yeah.” He reached into the bag, pulling out a box of them. Funny enough- in your favorite color.

“You really went for the theme, huh?” You laughed softly, cleaning up while he went to get you painkillers. Soon after, you were sitting beside him on the couch, nursing your drink and sniffing occasionally as he resumed his earlier actions. Occasionally, you twitched- giggling when his hands got close to your sides.

“Maybe you should laugh. Something about feeling better?” He tickled you again- keeping his touch light and feathery as you giggled and elbowed him in the ribs.

“Shuhuhuhut up. Maahhahybe? I dohohon’t know- suuhure!” You squirmed when he focused on a particularly ticklish spot, never sending you into mind consuming giggles but keeping you smiling. “I thihhiihhnk it’s worohohokrking?”

“I hope so- you’re the one getting tickled here.” Suna snickered as he gave your neck a twitch, earning a small squeal. “Did that help?” “Ahehahahahaha!” A few moments passed before you could answer, squirming up and away from him as you gasped for air. “Yooohohu..yehahhah, actuhahahlly. It did.” You were still rather upset, but not nearly as much as before. The unbearable feeling dulled to a twinge in your chest, helping you breathe once more. “Hey, yeah erm…”

“You don’t need to tell me.” He cut you off, waving a hand. “If you want to, I’ll listen, but don’t force yourself. Just- come sit for a while. Have some of these snacks. We’ll watch that show you love so much.”

You almost cried again, smiling brightly and running to your brother. “Suna, you’re the best!”

“And you’re annoying. Eat.” He shook the candy at you, relaxing when you took it.

You were grateful for your big brother more than ever.

[theprinceofmycologia]

Ghost pipe - Monotropa uniflora

I made this post about Monotropa uniflora to kick off the spooky season! While this post is not about a type of fungus, I could not resist writing about it. Besides its ghostly (lack of) colour, its dried out seed heads also look akin to pumpkins, which is just awesome!

Monotropa uniflora or ghost pipe does not contain chlorophyll (which gives most plants a green colour) and forms symbiotic relationships with fungi.

Description

The plant is waxy white with some black flecks, but some specimens have been described as having a pale pink colour and verey rarely having a deep red colour. The white variants have black flecks on their stems.

The ghost pipe ranges in height from 5 to 30 centimeters, sheathed with highly reduced leaves 5 to 10 millimetres long, which look akin to scales. These structures are small, thin, translucent and do not have petioles but instead extend in out of the stem.

The stem bears a single flower, which is 10 to 20 millimetres long, with 3 to 8 translucent petals, 10 to 12 stamens and a single pistil. The fruit, an oval capsule-like structure, grows and becomes upright when the seeds mature. After reaching maturity the stem and capsule look dark brown or black with a brittle texture.

The seeds of M. uniflora are small, ranging between 0.6 to 0.8 millimetres long. Once the plant has been pollinated, the seeds are pushed through the petals in a tiny slit and dispersed by the wind.

Unlike most plants, it is white and does not contain chlorophyll. Instead of generating food using the energy from sunlight a.k.a photosynthesizing, it is parasitic, and more specifically a mycoheterotroph. Most fungi are mycorrhizal and through the fungal web of mycorrhizae, M. uniflora roots ultimately tap food from where the host fungi are connected to the photosynthetic trees. The roots of this plant are covered in hairs called cystidia, which allow easy attachment to fungi hyphae. Its hosts are in the Russulaceae family.

Distribution and genetics

M. uniflora is found in three general distribution areas: Asia, North America, and Central and northern South America. DNA analysis has shown that these three populations are genetically distinct from one another. The species has 48 chromosomes.

Ecology

M. uniflora as a mycoheterotrophic plant asscociates with a small range of fungal hosts, all of them members of Russulaceae. It is often found growing neer beech trees in clumps of two or more with its fungal source nearby. Since it is not dependent on sunlight to grow, it can grow in very dark environments like in the understory of dense forests.

It flowers from early summer to early autumn, often a few days after rainfall.

The flowers of the ghost pipe are frequented by various species of bees and flies, most commonly bumblebees. By crawling into the flower for pollen, bumblebees play a role as an important pollen dispersal agent.

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[truevedicastrology]

Cosmic Architecture

🏛️🌠 How Ancient Civilizations Built the Stars into Their Structures 🔭🌍

Ever wondered why certain ancient structures seem to align perfectly with celestial events? It's not just coincidence - our ancestors were master sky-watchers who integrated astrology and astronomy into their architecture. Let's explore this fascinating fusion of earth and sky!

🔍 The Zodiac in Stone:

Great Pyramid of Giza 🔺

Aligned with cardinal directions

Air shafts point to important stars in Orion and Draco constellations

Possible connection to Orion's Belt (Osiris in Egyptian mythology)

Angkor Wat, Cambodia 🛕

Layout mimics the constellation Draco

Aligned with solar equinoxes

Possible representation of the Hindu cosmic ocean

Stonehenge, England 🗿

Aligns with summer solstice sunrise

Possible lunar calendar function

Theories suggest connections to eclipses and planetary cycles

Chichen Itza, Mexico 🐍

El Castillo pyramid aligns with Venus cycles

Equinox shadow resembles a serpent (Kukulkan)

Observatory (El Caracol) tracks Venus, equinoxes, and solstices

Newgrange, Ireland 🌄

Winter solstice sunrise illuminates inner chamber

Possible lunar alignments

Spiral carvings might represent celestial movements

🤯 Mind-Blowing Connections:

Sacred Geometry: Many structures use the Golden Ratio (1.618), mirroring patterns found in nature and the cosmos

Astronomical Precision: Some alignments are so accurate they still work thousands of years later!

Global Phenomenon: Cultures worldwide, often with no contact, developed similar astrological architecture

🔮 Astrological Implications:

Taurus ♉ - Earth Sign Connection: Many of these structures emphasize groundedness and permanence, reflecting Taurus energy

Leo ♌ - Solar Alignments: Solstice alignments might relate to Leo's ruling planet, the Sun

Sagittarius ♐ - Quest for Knowledge: The explorer spirit of Sagittarius reflects in the astronomical curiosity of these builders

Capricorn ♑ - Enduring Structures: The longevity and ambition of these projects resonate with Capricorn traits

Aquarius ♒ - Visionary Innovation: The forward-thinking, almost alien-like precision embodies Aquarian energy

🧠 Unique Perspectives:

Time Capsules of Ancient Astrology: These structures preserve astrological knowledge from millennia ago, offering insights into how our ancestors viewed cosmic cycles

Architectural Horoscopes: Could the placement and alignments of these structures be seen as a kind of "architectural horoscope" for entire civilizations?

Energetic Ley Lines: Some theorize these structures were built on Earth's "energy points," amplifying cosmic connections

Modern Astrological Architecture: How might we incorporate these principles into modern buildings for better cosmic harmony?

Personal Cosmic Spaces: Could aligning our living spaces with celestial events enhance our connection to astrological energies?

💭 Food for Thought:

How might our understanding of astrology change if we viewed it through the lens of ancient architecture?

Could there be undiscovered astrological alignments in other ancient (or even modern) structures?

How does knowing about these cosmic connections change your perspective on human history and capability?

Remember, every time you look at these ancient wonders, you're not just seeing stones and mortar - you're witnessing a cosmic map, a celestial clock, and an astrological textbook all rolled into one. Our ancestors left us a legacy written in the stars and etched in stone. What cosmic messages are we leaving for future generations? 🌠🏛️