#alarm call

[frgmnthtr]

Alarm Call (1998)

[itsmyfriendisaac]

♏ November 21st: Icelandic songstress, Björk.

[bjorkisms]

I WANT TO GO ON A MOUNTAIN TOP WITH A RADIO AND GOOD BATTERIES, AND PLAY A JOYOUS TUNE AND FREE THE HUMAN RACE FROM SUFFERING

[knightofleo]

Björk | Alarm Call

I want to go on a mountain top With a radio and good batteries And play a joyous tune and Free the human race From suffering

[ukdamo]

Atlas

Terisa Siagatonu

If you open up any atlas

and take a look at a map of the world,

almost every single one of them

slices the Pacific Ocean in half.

To the human eye,

every map centres all the land masses on Earth

creating the illusion

that water can handle the butchering

and be pushed to the edges

of the world.

As if the Pacific Ocean isn’t the largest body

living today, beating the loudest heart,

the reason why land has a pulse in the first place.

The audacity one must have to create a visual so

violent as to assume that no one comes

from water so no one will care

what you do with it

and yet,

people came from land,

are still coming from land,

and look what was done to them.

When people ask me where I’m from,

they don’t believe me when I say water.

So instead, I tell them that home is a machete

and that I belong to places

that don’t belong to themselves anymore,

broken and butchered places that have made me

a hyphen of a woman:

a Samoan-American that carries the weight of both

colonizer and colonized,

both blade and blood.

California                          stolen.

Samoa                                        sliced in half                                          stolen.

California, nestled on the western coast of the most powerful

country on this planet.

Samoa, an island so microscopic on a map, it’s no wonder

people doubt its existence.

California, a state of emergency away from having the drought

rid it of all its water.

Samoa, a state of emergency away from becoming a saltwater cemetery

if the sea level doesn’t stop rising.

When people ask me where I’m from,

what they want is to hear me speak of land,

what they want is to know where I go once I leave here,

the privilege that comes with assuming that home

is just a destination, and not the panic.

Not the constant migration that the panic gives birth to.

What is it like? To know that home is something

that’s waiting for you to return to it?

What does it mean to belong to something that isn’t sinking?

What does it mean to belong to what is causing the flood?

So many of us come from water

but when you come from water

no one believes you.

Colonization keeps laughing.

Global warming is grinning

at all your grief.

How you mourn the loss of a home

that isn’t even gone yet.

That no one believes you’re from.

How everyone is beginning

to hear more about your island

but only in the context of

vacations and honeymoons,

football and military life,

exotic women exotic fruit exotic beaches

but never asks about the rest of its body.

The water.

The islands breathing in it.

The reason why they’re sinking.

No one visualizes islands in the Pacific

as actually being there.

You explain and explain and clarify

and correct their incorrect pronunciation

and explain

until they remember just how vast your ocean is,

how microscopic your islands look in it,

how easy it is to miss when looking

on a map of the world.

Excuses people make

for why they didn’t see it

before.

[hellenhighwater]

Oh goddammit I just walked home, remembered that I actually drove to work for once, and now I've got to walk back and get my car.

These heels are getting some mileage today.

[mercury-prince]

*cartoon smooch sound effect* [image description in the ALT]

[the-adventures-of-dave]

Around tumblr lately I’ve seen people with the opinion that not only are free roaming cats bad (correct) but also supervised cats in catios or on leashes (????). I assume it must stem from that “ecology of fear” post from a few months ago, but to me the sudden appearance of these kinds of posts just strikes me as odd. I’ve seen multiple posts like the below one in just this week.

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If your cat is contained to your yard/catio/the sidewalk, then it still allows for predator-free safe places in your neighbourhood for wildlife, and creates predictability for them too. That’s one of the reasons why hiking trails ask people to stay on the trail— so you (and your dog, horse, cat, etc) can safely enjoy nature while still giving it space. It is possible to exist outdoors in natural spaces like that while maintaining wildlife comfort. If it wasn’t possible to do that, dog-friendly or (even just hiking trails in general, since humans are predators too) simply wouldn’t exist.

The problem with free roaming cats is that they break boundaries between human area (ie. trail, back porch) and wildlife area (foliage, etc) and there is nowhere the wildlife can go to exist that is safe from predators.

Idk, this is just my opinion but I just think there can be more nuance to the outdoor/free roaming cat issue than “never let your cat step outside under any circumstance”.

[temeyes]

one may say he's not a morning person

[frgmnthtr]

Alarm Call (1998)

[vixen7243]

Quick thought before work;

John Price hearing your alarm blaring that you’ve hit snooze on for the upteenth time before rolling over and cuddling into his side groaning. John smirking to himself that he know you’ll oversleep again no matter how many alarms you set for yourself, slowly pushes you onto your back before kissing you softly, his hands squeezing your hips, as he trails his light kisses down your body. Bunching up one of his old shirts, that you’ve shamelessly taken from him as soon as the two of you moved in together, pushing it up to your neck before teasing your nipples. Spreading your thighs to position himself between them and shooshing any whimpers, trailing his tongue and kisses down your stomach nipping at your hip dips groaning when you push into him. Smiling when he sees your not wearing any panties and start slowly licking long stripes up your slit before sucking your clit into his move feeling your thighs close his head in and your cries and pleas for him. John who will pin your wrists to your sides as he eats you out like a man starved feeling your walls clenching around his tongue, hips twitching with each nip to your clit before sucking gently on it, chuckling as you beg him to just fuck you already. John will persistently suck your clit right up to your orgasm which will make your back arch off the bed, your hips shifting away trying to escape the overstimulation his mouth was doing to you clit, using one arm to pin your waist down while his other hand will thrust two of his fingers quickly in you. Stabbing that sweet gummy spot that makes your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head as your second orgasm washes over you easily, moaning into your shared room. The alarm going off yet again making you jolt as he pushed himself up over you smiling licking his lips, “Time to get up sweetheart.” Before kissing you quickly and going downstairs to make your coffee.

[columboscreens]

[nonranghaes]

“is it my turn to wake you up for something?” felix smooths back a few stray strands of hair from your forehead, voice low as he rouses you before you can doze off after a gaming session that went far too late.

“mmmhm.”

he chuckles. “did you set alarms? i’ll listen for them if you did.”

“mhm.”

“i’ll come make sure you get up for your call, then,” he kisses the side of your face, half-buried in a pillow. he grins against your skin. “were you winning?”

“as much as i can win at sims,” you murmur. “goodnight, my lixie.”

he kisses your temple one last time before he draws away. “goodnight,” he chuckles at the light peering in through the curtains now. “sleep well,” he says. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

[bl0ssom-skies]

More beast ancients au doodles yayayayay!!

(Au by @cuppajj!!)

[darlingod]

Cardan: *brings his ex back to live on the land and then exiles Jude who he married the night before & who just got back from enduring over a month of torture*

Cardan: *does not have any doubts that Jude could possibly misinterpret this situation*