#The Wasteland

[i-am-spark]

Baldur's Gate 3 - The Sunlit Wetlands

[ferberus-skull]

i finally got desdemona all her genes. please behold her because she is perfect. the soul wrangler Ever

[luxeluminasoaps]

THEY'RE READY!!! I love these soaps, you will, too!

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[inthecityofgoodabode]

June 2024: Summer Harvest Began In Earnest This Week

Breakfast of champions - Spaghetti Bolognese & homegrown blueberries:

Someone mowed down The Oasis in The Wasteland:

This is where the blueberry bush was. It looks like it was cut to the ground & sprayed with Roundup. I just ate blueberries off of it a weekend or so ago:

These tiny banana plants are all that remain:

This onion isn't ready to be harvested:

This one is. The difference is this one has that crimp in the stem:

Seen while walking the dogs:

I need to start eating a cucumber with every meal:

Another night, another dog walk:

[thatsbelievable]

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

Meditating on horror - the horror of abandonment. We look around at the world (ourselves) and it's temples (ourselves): hidden, desolate, broken down. A wasteland. Clearly it has been abandoned. Why would God make us only to abandon us? We are his temple - his dwelling place - so why would he leave?

So we - the children of the children of the children of exiles - keep looking. All our life we are looking for God (knowingly or not). Instead we see a mosaic of violence: spouse and spouse, sibling and sibling, parent and child. We almost die just entering this place. Humans are cruel to their own flesh and blood, to themselves - why would God make us only to abandon us?

We keep looking. We get past the horrors of suffering and finally see glory: our God of Glory becomes human. A Conquering King - and also a Suffering Servant: feeding the hungry, riding donkeys, washing feet. He is a humble God, but a God nonetheless: goodness and holiness and love. But where is he? Why would God make us only to abandon us?

We look deeper, approach his throne, and we find that he died. Bloody and bruised and dead. A slave's death. Evil had it's way with him, exhausted it's weapon - Death - against him. So even still we have been abandoned. We mourn the loss of our God. Dead and in the grave. God did not abandon us, he died. And yet we are still abandoned. And so we mourn.

But we are also comforted, for a sacrifice has been made. By mechanism, temples demand a sacrifice. The sacrifice is inevitable. Two go in a temple; one returns. One goes in; they don't come out whole. We are his temple. Someone is destined to die. We have been abandoned by God, but now we don't have to die.

But he's not dead. He's alive again. He is God: Life, Being, Reality itself. He is everything beautiful and good and just. He is Love. God is not just alive he is Life and Resurrection. He is here.

And we are terrified. The living God is more horrifying than the dead God. The presence of God, more horrifying than his absence. If he is absent, we free. If he is present, we are condemned.

And so we run. We, his temples, hid dwelling places, flee from him, abandoned him.

Why would God make us?

I'm meditating on the horror of abandonment. On how our world has become hidden and desolate and broken down. A Wasteland Temple. But it is not that God abandoned us, but that we abandoned God. We violently abandoned him, and our temple was destroyed. Now a wasteland is in its place.

God forbid God be God.

[med-ex]

this is giving “backroom” vibes

[indecisivegloom]

[thesoupisburning]

this shit (ts eliots the wasteland) is so the dark tower coded (book three famously based on the wasteland (ts eliots the wasteland) and also has arthurian legend (the dark tower all seven books) (stephen king) (the wasteland is arthuirian) (ts eliot)) the end where is it

[tipsyizzy]

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

[i-am-spark]

Baldur's Gate 3 - Timber, Resident of the Emerald Grove

[darkpoetryshop]

April Is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

-T.S. Eliot

[luxeluminasoaps]

The Ghoul is a fun soap simply based on its design.

The half and half, Vault Tec and Wasteland. The smooth, clean Vault Suit and the gritty, exfoliating salt in the Wasteland side compliment each other while being nearly polar opposites.

Despite the stark line of aesthetic, the scent throughout is the same. It's a slightly floral, orange and patchouli scent. But it's not a sweet soap. It's quite masculine but not in a new car, black ice kinda way. It's sexy and smooth and I bet you'll love it.

https://luxeluminasoaps.etsy.com/listing/1772331655

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[livyamelarts]

Finally took a minute to put together the art vs artist for the first half of 2024 (everything here is from Jan to June)! I haven't really been able to draw as much this year except class doodles but I'm pretty happy with it.

Didn't draw as many cute pieces or animals as last year but that's alright. But damn, no OCs this time. Sad. :+

I also drew a couple of slightly horror pieces this year, which I hadn't done in a hot minute (I can't do this in class or people will look over my shoulder and think I'm planning murder or something lol).

Also, lately I've been more active on Cara, so if you would like, please support me there! I'm looking for more friends on Cara :D https://cara.app/livyamelarts

Top row: Raskolnikov (Crime and Punishment), Razumikhin (Crime and Punishment), Lara Tybur (AoT)

Middle row: T.S. Eliot, me, Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Last row: Armin and Annie (AoT), Dana Scully (the X Files), Yor Forger (Spy x Family)

Thank you for looking!!

[ferberus-skull]

FINALLY..... FAT DRAGON FRIDAY.......

[lydia-too-late]

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Frisch weht der Wind

Der Heimat zu

Mein Irisch Kind,

Wo weilest du?

‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;

‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’

—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not

Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither

Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,

Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Oaed’ und leer das Meer.