#relatedness

[penguin-osterone]

[poligraf]

Do not be content with showing friendship in words alone, let your heart burn with loving kindness for all who may cross your path.

Bahá’u’lláh

[twistingtreeancestry]

I simply adore this 💜

Your body is an ancestor. Your body is an altar to your ancestors. Every one of your cells holds an ancient and anarchic love story. Around 2.7 billion years ago free-living prokaryotes melted into one another to form the mitochondria and organelles of the cells that build our bodies today. All you need to do to honor your ancestors is to roll up like a pill bug, into the innate shape of safety: the fetal position. The curl of your body, then, is an altar not just to the womb that grew you, but to the retroviruses that, 200 million years ago taught mammals how to develop the protein syncytin that creates the synctrophoblast layer of the placenta. Breathe in, slowly, knowing that your breath loops you into the biome of your ecosystem. Every seven to ten years your cells will have turned over, rearticulated by your inhales and exhales, your appetites and proclivity for certain flavors. If you live in a valley, chances are the ancient glacial moraine, the fossils crushed underfoot, the spores from grandmotherly honey fungi, have all entered into and rebuilt the very molecular make up of your bones, your lungs, and even your eyes. Even your lungfuls of exhaust churn you into an ancestor altar for Mesozoic ferns pressurized into the fossil fuels. You are threaded through with fossils. Your microbiome is an ode to bacterial legacies you would not be able to trace with birth certificates and blood lineages. You are the ongoing-ness of the dead. The alembic where they are given breath again. Every decision, every idea, every poem you breathe and live is a resurrection of elements that date back to the birth of this universe itself. Today I realize that due to the miracle of metabolic recycling, it is even possible that my body, somehow, holds the cells of my great-great grandmother. Or your great-great grandmother. Or that I am built from carbon that once intimately orchestrated the flight of a hummingbird or a pterodactyl. Your body is an ecosystem of ancestors. An outcome born not of a single human thread, but a web of relations that ripples outwards into the intimate ocean of deep time.

Your Body is an Ancestor, Sophie Strand

[thealchemyofgamecreation]

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[ryanyflags]

I meant selfshipper/ shipper aro called valentine aro to be cool, and mainly pink/red please! Thanks.

valentine aro / valentine aromantic : a term for aros/aromantics who enjoy shipping/selfshipping; aros/aromantics who are shippers/selfshippers.

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There aren't any specific colour meanings, I just chose green from the aromantic flag, plus pink and red like requested in the ask. I also added white to help separate things, and because I think it's a fitting colour for valentines. Also I think pink, red, and white colours are fitting for the valentines + shipping part of the term.

(other valentine aro ask)

[girlyguy]

True rulers, the greatest, most noble? Really humble there 👀.

[transingthoseformers]

Reborn Primes au: After being provided with evidence, Shockwave doesn't deny that he's Onyx Prime. However he insists that he's not the same person despite having the same spark and will never be Onyx again, while some other Prime who never died (not sure who. Micronus was closest to Onyx but he died too) grasps at straws for anything

Makes sense for Shockwave, and the logical argument with reincarnation

[cappurrccino]

tragic that the way to get respected in the academic world is to have a doctorate to your name bc i am. lacking the mental fortitude and confidence required to get a phd

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

have I told you guys how much I care about princess mary btw

[darcyolsson]

my friend randomly texted me "do you think im austistic" so i sent him the raads-r (autism assessment) for him to take just for funsies and i took it as well so we could compare scores thinking we probably wouldn't differ that much but then he fell into the "certainly not austistic" category and i. absolutely did not lmfaoooo 😭

[poligraf]

Everything that is in the heavens, on earth, and under the earth is penetrated with connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.

Hildegard von Bingen

[meadow-dusk]

help the excel heatmap function does nothing useful other than highlight the enormous space between Neil and everyone else

[astro1derland]

In today’s transits, the Moon at 3° Aries forms a trine with Venus at 5° Leo. Our urges and needs for belonging and sense of safety work nicely and effortlessly with our values and need to relate to others in and affectionate way. Expect emotional barrier to be lessened and resolved today through communication. Speak someone else’s love language today!

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

how to not tell people you think they are shitty shitty people

[warriors-ideas]

Continuing my theme of more obscure musicals

A warrior cats au to "zu ende" (or it's over but there's only german and i think chinese versions)

This can be set in either oots or tbc, tbc being what i intended this to be set in. This plays off the fact ivypool is actually kin of both ashfur and thistleclaw

Ivypool needs to treck into the dark forest again after her kin have been kidnapped and taken there (these kin can be bristlefrost, shadowsight, dovewing, hollyleaf & firestar in the oots version, etc) where she comes face to face with ashfur and thistleclaw and they fight in typical musical fashion, with ashfur and thistleclaw both dying at the end, perhaps with help of other cats, for example redtail avenging his sister, whitestorm, snowfur, bluestar etc

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[chonnysinferno]

sighs. none of these designs are ME none of this shit is ME rrrrrrRAHHHHHHHSHJSHKDDSKJD foammsmsms at the mouth i CANT' i'm going o kill someoneNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO goig through the five stages of grief bangs head on desk sobds shaskes cries might just take a heart pfp and roll with it atp whatever hhhhhhhhhhh [is thuis me?] (is this me?) <is THIS me????> close to pullin g my hair out GRAHHHHH i'm like that one. fuckinmg scene in light. expect that's not ME sigghhh

^ this is me. but noit me this post does not explain my pain hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what fucking name dso i even go by. i'm not hear tnad i'm not mind i';m not either one of them fuklly but i am BOTH of them i hate ranting i can't do this PLEASE sorry not actual content you can scroll on ^o^