#think long term

[lifeafterlifeparks]

[unforth]

Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

How's your foot injured? 😢😭 if you're going to work out be careful not to hurt your foot more! I'm sad to hear you're feeling like this these days but I'm glad you're looking for help! (where I come from it's taboo to seek help). Work is mentally draining me. After work I'm so tired I don't even want to move. I just cry myself to sleep and repeat the same every day. Which won't help my situation but I'm drained and I don't have the will to look for another job. I might be a masochist - 💎💎💎

You know that tiktok trend where she’s like running and she’s like “hello christ? I’m bout to sin again” my friend said she wanted to do it but couldn’t say kanekalon cause she didn’t want to be cancelled???? So she had me do it and i was in platforms RUNNING AT FULL SPEED and i turned and i don’t even KNOW what i did to my foot cause it was my foot not my ankle but…. My foot is still not the same :(

Yes! Working out yesterday super helped actually i hate it when my doctor is right like shut up it’s hard to workout with a hurt foot

I’m sorry work is mentally draining you 😕 You should at least try and take a vacation! Even just one day off or something! You really really should look for another job…

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[stankworth]

Soft spot

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[stil-lindigo]

cool off viquemare

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[ewwww-what]

The moment when you find exactly what you were looking for (it was your best friend the whole time)

(close-ups below & my commission info)

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[lifeafterlifeparks]

Shark Burials in Polynesian Cultures

For centuries, Polynesian peoples practiced a unique form of water burial practice under a similar philosophy of returning one’s to nature. In their culture, the bodies of the deceased were set out in coral reefs off their shores to be consumed by sharks. This practice, known as shark burial (or ocean burial), was seen as a way of achieving a higher status in the afterlife and joining the family gods who were believed to take the form of sharks. While the practice is no longer widely observed in Polynesia today, it remains an important part of Polynesian cultural history and serves as a reminder of the importance of giving back to the earth.

The shark burial practice was primarily associated with the Hawaiian islands, where it was known as 'kapu kai,' or 'forbidden ocean'. The practice involved laying the deceased to rest in the ocean, typically in coral reefs or other areas where sharks were known to congregate. The belief was that by offering their bodies to the sharks, the deceased would be able to join the 'aumakua', or 'family gods', who were believed to take the form of sharks. The body of the deceased was often wrapped in mats or cloth and weighted down with stones to ensure that it would sink to the bottom of the ocean, where the sharks could find it. In some cultures, the deceased were buried in a fetal position, as a way of returning to the earth in the same way that they came into it.

The practice of shark burial served as a way for the Polynesian people to give back to the earth - a way of returning to the natural world that sustained them and of recognizing one’s place within the larger ecosystem. With the loss of sharks and their habitat due to human externalities and the influence of industrial western influence - Polynesians have largely had to abandon the practice.

As we face complex environmental challenges and the threat of climate change today, history can remind us of an often-lost relationship that we used to have with the earth’s biodiversity. Cultural practices are a powerful tool for normalizing conservation, sustainable living practices, and protection of the environment. That’s why Life After Life is working to make conservation easier – blending the remediation of scarred spaces with existing norms across cultures.

For centuries, Polynesian peoples practiced a unique form of water burial practice under a similar philosophy of returning one’s to nature. In their culture, the bodies of the deceased were set out in coral reefs off their shores to be consumed by sharks. This practice, known as shark burial (or ocean burial), was seen as a way of achieving a higher status in the afterlife and joining the family gods who were believed to take the form of sharks. While the practice is no longer widely observed in Polynesia today, it remains an important part of Polynesian cultural history and serves as a reminder of the importance of giving back to the earth.

The shark burial practice was primarily associated with the Hawaiian islands, where it was known as 'kapu kai,' or 'forbidden ocean'. The practice involved laying the deceased to rest in the ocean, typically in coral reefs or other areas where sharks were known to congregate. The belief was that by offering their bodies to the sharks, the deceased would be able to join the 'aumakua', or 'family gods', who were believed to take the form of sharks. The body of the deceased was often wrapped in mats or cloth and weighted down with stones to ensure that it would sink to the bottom of the ocean, where the sharks could find it. In some cultures, the deceased were buried in a fetal position, as a way of returning to the earth in the same way that they came into it.

The practice of shark burial served as a way for the Polynesian people to give back to the earth - a way of returning to the natural world that sustained them and of recognizing one’s place within the larger ecosystem. With the loss of sharks and their habitat due to human externalities and the influence of industrial western influence - Polynesians have largely had to abandon the practice.

As we face complex environmental challenges and the threat of climate change today, history can remind us of an often-lost relationship that we used to have with the earth’s biodiversity. Cultural practices are a powerful tool for normalizing conservation, sustainable living practices, and protection of the environment. That’s why Life After Life is working to make conservation easier – blending the remediation of scarred spaces with existing norms across cultures.

[madspeed]

twewy in persona 4... think about it .. .............. (I'm run over by 15 semitrucks)

[hinamie]

quick lmhs itafushi because god help me i have Not been able to get the concept of yuuji smiling/laughing into kisses out of my head

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[horrorlesbion]

we really don't talk enough about what a wild decision it was for riverdale to hire famous new queer cinema director gregg araki to direct only the wrestling episode specifically to make it as uncomfortably homoerotic as possible and then never hire another outside guest director again.

[bogkeep]

thoughts, repeating.