#leaving the fathers house

[magdalene-spirit]

Meeting the Madwoman: An Inner Challenge for Feminine Spirit by Linda Schierse

It is we who have severed ourselves from the old ways of the great Mother & the natural agrarian & egalitarian order of Naure.

That is to live with Nature, in a felt participation & sense of belonging within the great circle / circuit of flow, where energy circulates & so there is enough for the needs of everyone in the community.

A way of living that is not in opposition to Nature but in deep magical sympathy with the natural laws / laws of Nature (the essences, the Shakti's, the Matrika's, the principles, the Gods/Goddesses, the forces, the planetary intelligences etc.).

In whichever way we personify the high laws, there can only be harmony when we are deeply tuned in, to hear & see, with deepest intuition how to balance ourselves & our culture within the greater ecosystem in which we are embedded- not separate from.

When we are in a state of listening & reverence, we remember how to go about life so that we are provided for.

When wealth accumulation starts we withhold energy from the great flow which then disturbs a delicate balance & elsewhere things start to collapse.

The paradox we are in is that we can almost no longer return to the natural order, & when we have sufficiently cut ourselves off from it we are also destined to die off along with it.

Cut off from the great flow a system becomes artificial, a machine & must be sustained by siphoning & directing energy from elsewhere where it flows naturally, towards it- patriarchy & late capitalism is a beast, a wealth-making machine, that is destined to collapse, like any parasite must die, when the host can't give anymore.

But Nature is perpetually regenerative, seasonal & self-sustaining & once the parasite is expelled, She will grow & birth & flourish.

As much as we wish, no-one can entirely leave patriarchy for the forest, & we fear that if we just walk away we will be homeless on the streets.

Now, this very fear is our inner work, our meditation, our complicity, our inertia, our stuckness— how to find a way of living, within the modern landscape, that is true for us-& to free ourselves from materialism.

[anistarrose]

the owl house has some diabolical parallels via framing of scenes but none make me cry more than plant glyph dead dad vs. light glyph dead dad. what if i was never normal about luz and her dead dads (both biological and non-biological) again

[ID from alt:

Luz drawing a plant glyph in Reaching Out

Luz and Amity watching as they send the flowers into the air with a balloon

Luz touching an inert light glyph in Watching and Dreaming

Luz watching with a tearful smile as she releases the light glyph into the wind. The scene has the exact same framing as the scene in Reaching Out.

End ID.]

[copia]

[watching with intense focus and nodding sagely] Encore. WE BUY GOLD. TATTOO. Yama Sushi. CIGARS. 𝕿𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖘 𝖊𝖑 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗

[prideprejudce]

AU Reds Poster: Alicent joins Rhaenrya as her advisor and wife after escaping her father's influence.

She escapes Kings Landing with Helaena and her grandchildren just in time. Unfortunately, her father has already sunk his teeth into her two sons who are ready to fight for their right to the iron throne. How will Alicent choose between her family and her beloved Rhaenyra when the time comes?

[candlelightisland]

misc. family day shots

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

I have had a long day, I am very small, and I have had no sleep so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.

- Rhaegar Targaryen

[pearsonspearson]

I am telling yall now… if they kill Robert Nash, this will be a Tim Minear hate account.

Like mark my words.

[bubsmiraculousau]

y'all can't make me draw adrien agreste in skinny jeans i REFUSE

[jilyandbambi]

so a Yellowjackets AU where mari says something to get herself kicked out of the cabin, and she dies of exposure and gets eaten at the bachanalian banquet instead of Jackie, who LIVES, who's there at Shauna's side when she goes into labor, stroking her hair and letting Shauna squeeze her hand hard enough to sprain her fingers, who keeps Shauna calm enough she has a (comparatively!!!!!!) easier delivery, who is the reason the(ir) baby lives.

who finally, after months of feeling adrift and useless because she’s not a hunter or a butcher or a prophet or a captain (anymore) finds her purpose in the wilderness. who painstaking sews patchwork baby onesies and cloth diapers from the girls' spare clothes (Offerings, not donations). who makes a baby sling from animal pelts and backpack straps. who makes a rattle from sticks and pinecones and some light blue pebbles Jackie found by the lake one day and saved. who makes sure the cabin stays warm and clean for Luke Dylan (from 90210--they couldn't decide whether to go with the actor or the character).

who builds them another shelter from blankets and animal hides after the cabin burns down. who keeps shauna and their baby warm through that first terrible winter and the one that followed.

and one day in 1998, Canadian forest rangers happen upon that American high school soccer team that went missing 2 years back. they find a group of starving teens and a baby, a little over a year old, two of the girls wrapped around him--and each other

and when the rescue team tries to separate them the one with tangled, golden brown hair bears her teeth and Growls

[jaredthebc2]

Doodled my Three Houses N in between a comm I’m currently working on I think y’all would appreciate it (Ft My semi self insert OC who I ship with him lmao)

[dykedvonte]

A Defense of Benny Gecko

Benny is more of a capable leader and person than people give him credit for.

Seeing as no one challenged his position as head Chairmen for 7 years and even then he only loses the position if he’s caught, killed or forced to leave. Yes, it’s also likely House wouldn’t have allowed him to be killed but he sure as hell would of found a way to remove him if he was causing too much unrest within The Tops power structure. Even Swank and Tommy don’t outright dislike him and more so are concerned with his recent secretive and shady behavior, emphasis on recent.

Taking all we know into consideration, Benny likely knew the future direction that he wanted to take Vegas but was so caught up in the plans to acquire Vegas that he didn’t think of how to make his dream a reality. Something he admits to in canon. I see this being used as the main argument that Benny doesn’t know what he’s doing at all but I see it more in the same vein as you can’t really plan something from nothing. The transformation of Vegas is a sensitive thing that he can’t really work on until he has it. The only reason he ran to the Fort prematurely is the Courier who was causing so much of a stir he would’ve likely been found out much faster, making all that planning for nothing if he didn’t take that chance.

Benny is careful (well a lot more careful than he is regularly depicted in fanon), the Courier being able to trace him was dumb luck on their part and his hair being noticed at the Fort is a realistically small oversight that even Caesar is disappointed in because he admits Benny got farther than he should’ve been allowed by his legionaries. The fact he can plan an ambush on the Courier or tries to quickly and concisely clean up lose ends that don’t lead back to him shows he’s not just acting on impulses or in the moment decisions. Or rather he’s quite good at thinking them out, whether they work depends on how you play really. This is all to say it’s 100% believable that Benny could lead an independent Vegas (house was basically setting him up to do that). If he had known explicitly that House was setting him up to replace him, he likely would’ve bought more time by getting in closer, learning more of the system to then flip House’s edge to his favor. Again something he was doing already but likely without the knowledge of House’s feelings on him personally.

No matter what, Vegas’ future was tied to Benny; House’s plans for him, having to get the chip and if he had somehow succeeded. It’s also interesting that of all the people vying for control of the dam/Vegas, Benny’s plans are the only ones actually oriented towards a new future, not a recreation of something long past.

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

reading your blog and some of your post formatting is like what I imagine reading house of leaves is like

Had to consult The Council (a singular buddy of mine) to decide if this was a compliment and they said it was the "highest praise I could receive". I'm vain I love anonymous praise we know this I'm welcoming you into my household now come child

[clannfearrunt]

Realizing two seasons too late how badly I have fucked up. Ok so. Maybe. Don’t sow buffalo bur seeds directly into the main tub of dirt you are using. Unless you’re ok with ending up with a giant tub of “contaminated” dirt that has an unknown number of ungerminated seeds in it for years and years and years and years. Maybe try to start the seedlings elsewhere. In like an egg carton or something. Uh oh. I forgot. How this plant works.

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[mollywog]

🍄 for the truth or dare ask game :))

Thank you for the ask @unnamednarrator!!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I was just thinking about this the other morning - there’s something special to me about Katniss moving into Peeta’s house. I image both houses hold painful memories, but for Peeta, his are more of a large, empty house that few people visited to becoming a place where district residents begin to venture for bread and then conversation during the rebuild. And where bit by bit Katniss’s stuff migrates to as she spends more and more of her days and then evenings there until it’s full of life

[fishtheflowerchomper]

i fucking hate my fatger so much. the fuck you mean i cant be mad? i have to sit in the same seat that i dont like ebery single fucking time i have to sit in your fucking truck now. put me back in my spot. yes, im pissed about a fucking spot in the truck, but i like that spot. its MY spot. no one elses. which means i dont sit anywhere else. give me my spot back. "ill fix it soon" not good enough. i need it fixed now. FUCKING FIX IT YOU FUCKING AZSHOLE I WANT MY SPOT BACK. ILL FUCKING SKIN YOU ALIVE IF THIS GOES ON ANY LONGER. THIS IS WHY I DONT LIKE YOU. YOU PROMISED TO MAKE TWO NEW ROOMS SO ALL THREE OF YOUR CHILDREN COULD HAVE THEIR OWN FUCKING ROOMS BUT YOU NEVER DID. YOU SAID YOUD DO THIS AND THAT AND YOU NEVER FUCKJNG DO. IM FUCKING TIRED OF IT. I WANT PARENTS WHO WILL FOLLOW THROUGH WITH THEIR PROMISES. I HATE YOU J REALLY FUVKING HATE YOU. I WISH YOUD JUST DIE ALREADY. WHEN I GOT OUT OF YOUR FUCKING TRUCK I ALMOST DROPPED MY PLUSHIE AND WHEN I CAUGHT IT MY FUCKING METAL WATER BOTTLE SLAMMED INTO MY FUCKING HIP AND NOW IT REALLY FUCKING HURTS AND THIS YOUR FAULT FOR BEING ME TO SCHOOL. YOU SHOULDVE JUST LET ME STAY HOME. EVERYTHING IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT. JUST FUCKING DIE SO I CAN BE FUCKING FREE.