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Jane Goodallās last message to the world
I really fucking miss her

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A Spell to Strengthen Your Community
In the excellent book How We Show Up: Reclaiming Family, Friendship, and Community, author Mia Birdsong writes about the importance of community and of acknowledging our interdependence.
Birdsong argues that the deep loneliness and isolation in modern USAmerican culture (and, to a lesser extent, other Western cultures) is a product of what she calls āAmerican Dreamism.ā This ideology saturates every aspect of our culture. American Dreamism says that to be successful, we need to be totally independent and self-sufficient. It says that to be happy, we need to successfully perform social norms like heteronormativity, monogamy, and the nuclear family. It says that we must see other people as competition and keep them at an arm's length. As Birdsong says, āThe American Dream is white supremacy culture bound up with capitalism and patriarchy.ā
I highly recommend y'all read How We Show Up for yourselves, but here are a few of my main takeaways from the book:
Our healing and growth is entwined with the healing and growth of others
We can build our own families, beyond biology and legal ties, based on shared experiences and values
Our culture encourages us to rely only on romantic partners for help and support, but there is no reason friends can't fill this role for each other
When we reject American Dreamism, we realize that we can prioritize and honor our friendships the same way we might a romantic relationship
When we expand our definition of family, we create support networks that make it easier to overcome life's challenges
With these lessons in mind, I created the following spell for strengthening your community, whatever it may look like.
A Spell for Your Community
For this, you will need to create an artistic representation of your community. You can do this with any medium you want. Here are a few ideas to get you started on your brainstorming:
Weave a web of community using an embroidery hoop plus thread or embroidery floss in different colors. Using a spider's web as inspiration, weave together the threads that make up your support network. You could use different colors of thread to represent different types of relationships, like blood red for your legal/biological family (your ābloodā) or pink for romantic partnerships. From here, weave in more colors to represent the identities, feelings, and qualities that hold your community together, like green for a shared love of nature/gardening or rainbow colored thread for shared queer identity. If you'd like, you can place a jewelry charm in the center of the web to represent your place in your community.
Map out a relationship garden inspired by permaculture. In How We Show Up, Mia Birdsong writes about the work of Lawrence Barriner II, a communications strategist who āapplied to his friendships a system of zones inspired by permaculture, a system of design that helps farmers and gardeners be efficient with their resources and energy. Zone 1 holds those he is closest to⦠Zone 5 is people he doesn't know exist.ā You could create your zones on a blank sheet of paper by creating five nested circles, with each ring filled in with a different colored pencil or crayon. In each zone, write the names of the people who fall into that zone for you. For example, Zone 1 might include your core chosen family, your partner(s) and roommates, and your best friends, Zone 2 might include extended family and friends you see or talk to regularly, Zone 3 might include acquaintances and old friends you've lost touch with, and so on.
Create a community collage. For this, you'll need access to either a printer or a stack of old magazines, plus scissors, glue, and plenty of space to work in. Start with a blank sheet of paper, either white or another color that resonates with you. If using a printer, search online for images that remind you of different aspects of your community (like a bubbling cauldron for your witchy friends, a playground for your kids, etc.) and print them out. If using magazines, flip through the magazines and cut out any pictures that remind you of your community. Once you've gathered your cut-out pictures, arrange them on your blank paper in a way that reflects the rich diversity of the people in your life. Once you're happy with the placement of all the pictures, glue them down.
Write a love poem celebrating all your relationships. If you're more comfortable with words than with images, try writing a poem about your community. Any poetic structure works ā rhyming couplets, limericks, haikus, free verse, whatever speaks to you. Make sure your poem mentions specific people and groups and what they bring to your community. Don't be afraid to go through several drafts!
You will also need a candle. (If you can't use an open flame, a LED candle is fine!) You might also want to have a notebook or journal onhand, but this is optional.
Try to create a ritual mood as you create your art. This might mean meditating beforehand, burning incense, listening to a playlist of songs about family and community while you work, or anything else you need to do to set the mood.
Once you've finished your art, choose a special place to display it. If you have a designated altar, that would be a perfect place for it. If you don't have an altar or don't have room for the art on your altar, choose a place where you'll see it often and where it won't be damaged. This could be in a picture frame on your desk, stuck to the fridge with magnets, or taped to the mirror where you get ready in the mornings.
Place your candle near your representation of your community.
At least once a week, light your candle and sit near it. Look at your art and focus your thoughts and energy on your community. What's going on in your community right now? What wins are they celebrating? What problems are they facing? What do they need from you? What do you need from them?
After several moments, turn your attention to what you can do to strengthen your community. This could be anything from checking in on a friend who is having a hard time, to watching a loved oneās kids for a weekend, to setting up a mutual aid network. Remember that community is something we build by choosing to give our time and energy to the people we care about.
Sometimes, you might find that you need to receive support from your community instead of giving it. This is totally okay! Healthy relationships are reciprocal, which means both people give as they can for mutual benefit. Reciprocity looks different for each of us based on our abilities and resources. It's normal to go through periods of being able to give more and periods of needing to receive more.
You might want to journal after this meditation. Write down at least one actionable step you can take in the next few days to support your community. Make an effort to actually follow through on this ā remember, community is built by people getting out there and doing the work!
So I was thinking about unicorns a lot a while back and now I've got at least 4 subspecies inhabiting the headworld and now you're going to get to learn about them!
Most common and what most centaurs think of when you say unicorn is the above, the Common or Dwarf unicorn! They were made almost entirely from goats and they remain essentially goats with a single horn, usually fairly straight and curving backwards, but there are many different varieties as they are treasured as fine pets and decent livestock, kept for their company, milk, and meat just like goats. Thankfully their attitudes are closer to mini horses than goats, adding to their favor as pets, but they're still quite mischievous as opposed to their more capricious goat cousins.
Next most common, but still fairly rare, is the "True" unicorn! These ethereal beasts are known bastards! Long, fine boned, strong and tough as nails despite their delicate looks these war mounts are visually the closest to a traditional unicorn other than the sparse mane and tail - thought to be owed to the clear base of the breed being Akhal Teke horses. Unfortunately their attitudes do not match their beauty as they are through and through war horses. Used almost exclusively in the eastern kingdom as nobles and knights mounts in their neverending skirmish wars these beasts bond to exactly ONE person at a time and everyone else is liable to be bitten at best, run through with that horn at worst. An absolute nightmare to stablehands throughout their range, they are finicky and aggressive to horses and humans alike making them difficult to keep. They are shockingly intelligent and KNOW how to use that horn to its greatest effect, leading to the nickname of 'Fencers' Even in their native range they're not super common due to the aformentioned difficulties in keeping them and the fact that they frequently prefer to fight one another than breed.
Most rare and least understood is the 'Heraldic' unicorn, these stately but wild creatures are as beloved as they are dangerous. They tend to just appear out of the wilds to those they choose as riders, and are well known for their loyalty and gentle dispositions in times of peace and as deadly war mounts in battle, leading to an enormous amount of legends around them. They are the mounts of kings and explorers, nobles and common adventurers, most who wind up with one of these creatures live extraordinary lives. They also require a significant amount of protein in their diets, and if it is not provided they will acquire it.
Last, and also kind of least is the 'Wild' unicorns. These are clearly the remnants of some rogue genetics that pops up in primarily wild horse herds for some reason. They are just horses that grow a horn, usually of a roughly spiraling nature. It is fairly fragile, and so not very useful but they're still favored as a novelty mount to many and often passed off as one of their more unique cousins to the uninformed. Because of the edge the horn gives them in herd dynamics, if a wild unicorn makes it to adulthood with the horn intact, this can often form pocket herds of unicorns as the gene briefly proliferates- but it never seems to last more than a few generations.
Oh a dwarf unicorn would fix me
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i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding
they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together
over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.
i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.
the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.
my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.
i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.
the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.

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our sick deranged enemy polyester....
the demon lord, prince of lies, "Vegan Leather"...
Got bit by a new bird species today!
Red-eyed vireo (Vireo olivaceus)
This guy doesn't even go here! Recent high winds blew him over to Iceland from his typical American homeland. Awww, kinda like me!
(I am a licensed bird ringer for the country of Iceland and all animals are captured and handled according to regulations under the authority of the Natural Science Institute of Iceland)
He grisps you š¤
Only fair, to both grisp and be grisped
In all fairness, if a humongous monster grabbed me by the legs and subjected me to ultimately harmless but nonetheless distressing and incomprehensible procedures with neither consent nor explanation, I too would attempt to bite them
Absolutely! I love the ones that bite because I am like "very good, do not go gently, rage rage and all that. You are a survivor and I am proud of you!"
Of course I then also love the ones who just sit there confused and stare at me with big, confused eyes, cause then I gotta be like "hey buddy c'mon, it's gonna be ok. This is such a weird day I totally get it. You can fight back a little if you want."
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
Forever obsessed with your drawing of tipsy mothman
thanks you know of the substantial number of mothmans i've drawn over the years i think this is my fave too tbh

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I fucking hate James Tissotās paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but itās not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
STOP STARING AT ME, THIS IS DISCONCERTING AS FUCK
I think this is hilarious. Weāve been caught.
In James Tissot paintings, art observes you.
I love this actually it really brings you into the scene. It denies you the psychological position of outside observer and makes you feel as if you were almost there.
Always reblog James Tissot
i like to blame myself for everything just in case
i know the Nutrient Cubeā¢ļøis like a classic dystopian red flag but I gotta be so honest I would love to just eat a single lackluster block of nutrient once a day and be done with it. cube me
yes chef!
chef did not realize this dystopia was run by fucking genies
skeletonin is the happiness chemical released when you see a ghoul or perhaps a ghost

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itās small joys saturday yāall letās get it
being really good at something: cool i can do this
being really bad at something: whatever i guess i can't do this
being just kind of okay at something: 10th circle of hell