#divine creation

[thesorceresstemple]

[eclipsesable]

"Born of dew and moonlight, she vanished before dawn."

[urloveangel]

[bloedgetuige]

i think if i did t in needle form id get more of the classic ohh im changinggg im taking my form into my own hands im god or god is dead that classic transgender complex but tbh gel doesnt hit like that like its fun for sure but its also like im listening to music waiting for it to dry so i can finally put on a shirt and have breakfast

[astrovedawisdom]

Beyond The Big Bang: The Extraordinary Hindu Creation Story Scientists Are Now Studying

Introduction In the vast universe of Hindu cosmology, the story of creation unfolds like a magnificent cosmic drama spanning trillions of years. Unlike the simplistic “big bang” theory of modern science, Hindu creation mythology presents an intricate, purposeful process orchestrated by divine forces. This ancient wisdom describes a cyclical universe with multiple dimensions, where creation isn’t…

[ryanranney]

Before Us

Like the house dog who howls into the air “Look at this food I have made” after his master poured it into a bowl for him, So too is man in all his self praise of his accomplishments. For the entire tasks of man is simply to “eat the fruit” all of that was put before him, from before his time, of things he did not make, of ideas that existed without him, of material and thought and arrangement far…

[inkskinned]

i keep thinking about how rfk said that autistic people "will never write a poem." i keep thinking about that, about if humanity is calculated on the back of old verse. how far we measure personhood is in baseball and stanza breaks.

i keep thinking - i have over 7k poems on here alone. language can be a special interest, after all. did you know the word autism comes almost direct from the greek word autos, meaning "self"? self-ism.

maybe he is right - i haven't really played baseball. i was a ballet dancer instead. and besides - my sister once accidentally hit me in the face with an aluminum bat. i'm not sure if the injury gives me half points. am i only a person in the dugout? hand in a mitt? swinging?

does softball count? does cricket? am i a person if i throw the ball to my dog. am i a person as long as the ball is in the air, or do i stop being a person as it rolls into the bushes. i took my girlfriend to fenway recently; was i a person in the sun, with my hands up, with the game laid out at my feet in a diamond. i felt like a person, but that was back in the summer, and i often feel my most person-like then.

am i more of a person because of the sheer number of things i've written? does quality matter, or is it quantity? i used to write entire books every summer in high school - i wasn't doing well. i felt the least like-a-person back then. but then - does any person feel human in high school?

in the library, ink on my skin, i feel personhood shutter at the edges of myself. actually, writing feels blissfully like not being myself. it feels birdlike; escaping into creation so my body dissolves and i survive only by muscle memory. i am not there, i am writing.

but who can deny the falconlike focus of warsan shire, the tenderness of mary oliver, the sheer skill of amanda gorman. those are poets. they are certainly human. you could line them up with the way their words have influenced us and measure their literary shadows like wings.

perhaps it was very assumptive of me to want to be a poet rather than "a [ label ] poet." i wanted the work to fill itself in, rather than be stained by what i am. i do not write in despite of my neurodivergence, i am just neurodivergent and writing.

does the poem have to be in english or can i send it through my palms into the coat of my dog. does the poem have to make sense. does the poem have to love you back.

if i break a glass, will the poem appear naturally? or is the act of breaking the glass human-enough. the shards of my life glittering out beneath me - do i have to write the poem, or is it self-evident in the pile of glass splinters? i cannot grasp this world the way other people can. regardless, i endeavor to touch - even the mess - very gently.

i broke my toenail against my coffee table recently. i released a bug outdoors. i made coffee. i walked my dog.

i didn't write a poem about any of these things.

something else, then. existing without humanity.

[gryomia]

Äravey

The Ancient Ones / Os Antigos. Continue reading Äravey

[spectvs]

witch hat atelier trailer!!!! witch hat atelier trailer!!!

[urloveangel]

Don’t let the conditions of the world stop you from feeling and sharing your joy, love and truth 💗

[mutslutt]

baby's first forcemasc. hello

[lesbianryker]

she's like a weird autistic girl to me

[ryanranney]

Man oh Man

What can a man be of his own? Do I draw my own breath? Do I beat my own heart? Do I cause myself to hunger and thirst? Do I make myself whole when broken? Was it I who laid out my veins & nerves? Was it I who determined my height? Was it I who set my eyes and ears? Was it I who formed my bones? Who gave the talents within me? Who gave the intellect and intent? Who established my desire for…

[chaosgenasi]

You look at the mural, and you, and you alone, see the paint move and shift. A set of scales, a mighty axe. A woman turns to behold you.

[mechaniaa]

thread of godzilla production images where the rubber suits and puppetry are touched as if they were angels:

bonus mothra that could bring me to tears:

[chaosherald]

Kicking off Davrin Week with a Ballad for the Shepherd/Hunter prompt. Meant to sound like something one would hear in taverns in the Anderfels, around campfires in Arlathan, or anywhere Bards and heroes would frequent. Thank you @datvcompanionweeks for putting this event together!

Lyrics and additional info are under the cut.

I'll sing to you the Shepherd's song

The days are calm, the nights are long

Standing guard ‘til coming dawn 

In vigilance and peace 

Hallas’ guard with noble heart

Learns the three pronged Hunters’ art

Not content to watch, must start

The trail to war not peace 

I'll sing to you the Hunter’s song 

Warrior brave verse darkness strong 

Walks the lone paths grave and long

Seeking out the peace

Hunter takes up Warden’s blade

Common cause so nobly made

Darkspawn all ought be afraid 

And threaten not the peace 

And then he finds another call

Wild long lost griffons fall

Left to guard the last of all

Defender of the peace 

Shepherd and Hunter both must be

To train to bond to help to see

Be one together, dark shall flee

Partners keeping peace

And when the Hunters track their prey

The other griffons whisked away

Through their bond they save the day

Shepherding the peace

Return to forest ancient fair*

Release the griffons to the air

Left his heart, his own son there

The best to serve the peace

But such a bond not easily made

Refuses to be cut or frayed

And by his side his griffon stayed

Partners in the peace

I'll sing to you the Shepherd's song

Hunters bonded, true and strong 

Fly forever free and long

In vigilance and peace

And may you find your noble song

You guardians of the peace.

*Can be changed to "Return to noble wardens fair" if that's your fancy ^_^

Chords are D minor and A minor, played on a soprano ukulele. Melody is whatever was playing in my head when I was writing the words - ended up being a bit of a riff on the verses to Loreley by Blackmore's Night (which is a great song and worth a listen.) I am not great at playing/singing at the same time but that's part of the fun, right? Only took hiding in the basement for 7 or 8 takes to get a good one. 😂