#roots and shoots

[destielmemenews]

"Officials identified the man as 26-year-old Luigi Nicholas Mangione. He was born in Maryland and his last known residence was Honoloulou. He was arrested on firearms charges and taken in for questioning related to Thompson's death. He has not been charged with Thompson's killing at this time."

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[darkobssessions]

Somehow it is more living now that it is not a given.

That contradiction hurts my brain. But it is like the image of a green shoot unfurling from the dark earth that popped up in my mind's eye while I was clutching my body and the blanket on the sinking ship of the bed, feeling the subterranean blackness from whence the root systems propagated that shoot.

I am in my process, and have been in the soil, in the depths for months. That day was the first glimmer of hope that my distant furrowing had struck gold.

We have a tiny green unfurling.

No clue as to what it will become, whether it will weather the storm topsoil. I'm still mostly underground at this point. That little crown is like an antenna, feeling things out.

My mainstem is an underground web, extending miles in the cool dark. I dug deeper and deeper down, anchoring, which I didn't know then. But because of the shoot, I realise now, I was making way.

Still deepening, but not as urgently. And some days I feel the wind in my singular leaf.

I am making sustenance from sun now. Mostly underground, but making my way up now.

I think the duality of life is that the roots will never become entirely above ground. They will always be there, pulling from the deep, solid in the depths. There will be life above ground but it is because of the underworld.

The shadow work almost hollowed me out, like a baby extracting minerals from his mother's bones to grow.

Will they survive the ride?

I see green. I see a glimmer of hope. But I duck down to the absence of light again, to rest, just to be sure I am not having visions.

Could it be that one day there will be a whole tree growing on the caverns of despair I frequent?

[denkryn]

6,741 - 5x04

[quincybf]

She wanted you to know that if you were a shape, you were a straight line. An arrow.

sameen shaw | arrow - half•alive

[spiderliliez]

JANE GOODALL : AN INSIDE LOOK An intimate portrait of Dr. Goodall and her pioneering work The documentary draws from an extensive collection of unseen footage, totaling more than 100 hours, capturing Jane Goodall’s work in Gombe during the 1960s, meticulously filmed by Hugo van Lawick. Thought to have been lost, this invaluable footage resurfaced in 2014, providing a glimpse into Dr. Goodall’s groundbreaking research and the natural world she dedicated her life to studying.

[+] JANE (2017) 🌿

[oliveoomph]

Root & Shaw - Person of Interest

[couldcarefewer]

help this is so fucking funny

[erodingsinner]

how it started / how it's going (insp.)

[escelia]

Danny can't recall many fond memories of his childhood, but ones he did remember often included their summer trips to his Aunt Alicia's in the countryside where he and Jazz would play in the woods just outside the Kent family's farm. The Kent's were a wonderful family who took his parents' ghost talks in stride, and they were always kind to him and Jazz. Danny loved when Clark and his wife Lois were in town while they visited. They always had really cool stories on account of them being journalists. And if Danny seemed to notice that Clark tended to treat everything like it was glass, or that he seemed to hear things way better than he should... well, Danny wasn't going to say anything about it.

It was about a year after Danny's accident that the Fenton family made a trip back out to Alicia's. Clark happened to be in town; he heard the Fentons were coming. He'd heard shouting coming from Alicia's, but had initially thought nothing of it. The Fentons were a loud family, always getting into some sort of trouble. Then he heard the sound of their weapons firing; a little weirder, but still normal for Jack and Maddie. And then he heard a cry for help... that's when he found Danny stumbling through their fields, covered in dirt and blood and green, glowing goop. He had a gash in his side that he gripped at in pain, and his eyes burned a toxic green in his determination to get to the farmhouse. He clung to Clark as soon as he was close enough.

"Please help me," he whimpered through ground teeth. "My parents are hunting me, please you have to help me!" Probably a meta, he thought, angry that Jack and Maddie could do something like this to their own son, meta or not. With gentle hands, Clark lifted the child he'd known since he was a baby and got him to the safest place he could think of for medical attention. It was time to smuggle a child into the Batcave.

OR

Clark has known Danny his whole life, and when an identity reveal goes sideways in the countryside, Batman helps Clark adopt Danny.

[novafire-is-thinking]

Zombie titan: *scratches Knockout’s finish*

Knockout:

[terapsina]

OMG I just realized who Agatha and Rio's ragey aggression + blatant come-ons remind me of.

Early day Shaw/Root!!!

...I rest my case.

[4alarmfirecracker]

"The only thing I know for sure is I... need... you."

[variouspolltournaments]

Anti-Propaganda is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote for something and not give reasons to vote against something.

[denkryn]

Deus Ex Machina - 3x23

[mindofnightmare]

I drew Shaw and Root again :D

Everyone in this show is soooo cooooool and I’m currently obsessed with it :]

[oliveoomph]

The Sapphic Gayze™