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[anarcho-animism]

Anarcho-Animist Manifesto

I have been nurturing and sitting on this for a long time – it was first penned in 2021 and revised every so often since then. I’ve not posted it sooner out of the desire to make sure it stood the test of time for myself. I wrote it at 23, and now I am 26 and a very different (and more well-read) person…but the core of this manifesto remains strong and something that I am proud of. So I’m releasing it into the big wide world. Any updates or edits to wording past this point will (hopefully) be just spelling and grammer. In Love & Rage, Wolverine. Originally posted on Wordpress. “Anarchy is a society being freely constituted without authorities or a governing body. It may also refer to a society or group of people that entirely rejects a set hierarchy.” Wikipedia entry on anarchy “Potentially, animism perceives all things—animals, plants, rocks, rivers, weather systems, human handiwork, and perhaps even words—as animated and alive” Wikipedia entry on anarchism

Anarcho-animism is the intersection of spirituality and eco-anarchism. It seeks to protect the environment for the environment’s sake. It recognises the world as a living, breathing, system. It abhors the abuse and destruction profit incentives cause.

Animism is the belief that all things – all beings, plants, rocks, animals, rivers, weather systems, the whole world – is animated and alive with a living soul. From me, to you, to a barking dog, to a field mouse, to a bird, to a lizard, to an ant, to the ground beneath us and the plants that give us oxygen: it all has its own unique soul.

Even if the animist concept of all beings and entities having souls does not ring true, all beings and entities have inherent worth and should be treated with care, kindness and respect. Just because we do not understand the language of plants and other beings, does not mean that language somehow doesn’t exist.

It rejects the idea of humans as the centre and paramount of existence. It embraces all experiences of the world across the diverse family of beings as important.

Reject capitalism

Anarcho-animism rejects an unnatural hierarchy of governing bodies within animist practice.

Anarcho-animism rejects capitalism and the state as they are the architects of ecocide (defined as “unlawful or wanton acts committed with knowledge that there is a substantial likelihood of severe and either widespread or long-term damage to the environment being caused by those acts” – theecologist.org).

All power gained by capitalists, states and their puppets is power that they have gained unjustly. They have exploited and continue to exploit the world and its inhabitants.

Anarcho-animism and capitalist consumerism cannot coexist. Capitalist consumerism demands no end to consumption of resources, products and more that is draining the world only to make the select few richer. It is endangering the lives of living beings everywhere, forcing them to work and live under cruel conditions.

It rejects petrochemical companies who have a stranglehold on the energy sector. It embraces sustainable and accessible living for all people and animals, the world over. It embraces the collected differences and seeks to make an accessible world where all can live in freedom and togetherness.

It rejects all borders, states, nations and invisible lines that divide beings on earth and sections land away. Anarcho-animism demands total freedom of movement for ALL, free of the states and nations that fueled capitalism.

Embrace spirituality and animism

Spiritual practice should not be commercialised. Every being should be free to adopt the traditions of their kin and the traditions of those that share with them. It should not be dependent on mass market goods.

Anarcho-animism recognises humans as intrinsic to nature. It explicitly rejects the separation of human and non-human animals as distinct categories & the ideological elevation of humans over all other living beings.

Even though it can be hard to break hierarchical styles of thinking, it is something that can always be worked towards and is an admirable goal for all beings.

Anarcho-animism recognises that everything in the world has a spirit/soul/essential essence tied to it, that cannot be revoked or infringed upon by anything or anyone without deep disrespect.

As an extension, the world is an interdependent web of living things, the environment and the earth’s spirit.

It is anti-racist, anti-fascist and embraces marginalised beings

Nature is inherently a place of diversity.

Anarcho-animism is anti racist and anti-fascist. There is no room for volkish neo-nazis in anarcho-animism. There is no room for eco-fascism, and those ideologies must not be allowed to flourish for they bring unspeakable harm to the most marginalised beings.

Anarcho-animism welcomes and celebrates queer & trans people.

It demands for the world’s colonised land to be returned to indigenous people with no conditions attached.

It demands land back to the public of countries and nations who face increasingly little access to the wild. Take the land from landowners that seek to exploit it for profit, make it free, let all beings roam again. Destroy the state.

Anarcho-animism respects the right to roam of all communities and beings. It stands in solidarity with Gypsy, Roma & Traveller communities against anti-trespass laws.

Care for the environment

Anarcho-animism embraces politics such as rewilding & indigenous land stewardship. It seeks to restore balance to depleted habitats, to allow all to flourish again. It supports the reintroduction of predator species such as the wolves in Yellowstone and the lynx in europe.

Anarcho-animism seeks to stop monocultures of crops eating up the land and draining the water away. Food forests and alternate gardening techniques will help all thrive. It embraces foraging, food for free, folk knowledge of edible plants and mushrooms, and sustainable hunting to feed communities.

Care for fellow beings

It abhors the treatment of beings under industrial meat production. All beings on the earth deserve a good death in whatever form it may come in. The meat industry does not give this mercy after a life of humiliation. All beings have an inherent spirit that deserves dignity and respect.

It seeks to remove the conditions that force other beings into traumatising slaughterhouse work – migrant status, economic status and “unemployability”. No being was made to work, especially under traumatising and unethical conditions.

Anarcho-animism rejoices in the inherent creativity of all the beings of the earth, and in the community found in creative pursuits. In dreams that all beings share.

It celebrates all beings’ milestones in life, it celebrates the seasons and the world changing in time with them.

It looks to nature for the purest form of joy – that found in play. In freedom to play, and learn, and grow, unfettered by capitalism, crushing expectations and the threat of working or death.

Care for the community

It places emphasis on community care and ritualised practices to mark cycles, celebrations, and seasons.

It places emphasis on the joy that exists as part of living, in building community with others by sharing good food, stories, art, love and most of all, it emphasises the joy found in connection with the rest of the living world.

It is a moral obligation to our fellow beings to build a world accessible to those with neurodivergence, sensitivities, disabilities of all types, to the elderly and the young, and for all of it to be done well and to the best of our abilities.

It recognises the interdependence of humans and the environment. Care for self, others and nature are all radical acts of love. It seeks to repair harm by centering those most hurt, and those most in need of healing. It looks to transformative and restorative justice, and imagines a world without punitive justice. There are no cops in nature.

[darkjediqueen]

Tommy & Bruiser Part 1

Title: Tommy & Bruiser Fandom(s): 9-1-1 Relationships: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Temporary Tommy Kinard/Other Men, Background Pairings Tags: Tommy Adopts A Dog, Fluff, Getting Together Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sex, Discussion of Domestic Violence, Discussion of Stalking, Discussion of Harassment Summary: Tommy's life changes when he meets a shivering mess during a fire. Word Count: 118 for each day Author Notes: For @118dailydrabble.

I will be posting these in sets of 6 days & an extra prompt here on Tumblr, and then when I complete all the prompts, I'll be posting on my WordPress site.

Day 1-Flame

The shivering mess hadn't been from anywhere near where the flames were. Still, Tommy was sure the dog wouldn't want to be let down anytime soon.

Tommy was on his break now, and the dog hadn't left his lap. He was in the back of the ambulance, giving the dog oxygen. Miriam had tried to get the dog to settle down and let her take him, but the dog had been unwilling to let her touch him. Only him. 

"You are stuck with him; you know that, right?" Miriam asked.

"Yeah, I know." Tommy wasn't mad, though, not yet. 

He knew that since he found the dog alone with its owners dead. Tommy had adopted a dog. Fun.

Day 2-Family

Tommy didn't have a lot of people he considered family. His birth family was either dead when it came to the people that he actually wanted to be around or were pieces of shit. He was looking forward to the day that his father died, but he hadn't been blessed with that yet. 

The thought of having someone to come home to was kind of scary, even if it was a dog that could fit in a purse. The dog was a diva of the highest order, but then again, that was kind of a given for the breed. Tommy had never seen himself getting a Chihuahua before this. Never thought it would take days to love anyone.

Day 3-Abandon

"I did not abandon you. You certified diva." Tommy picked up Bruiser from where he was hiding in the bed, where Jake had said that he spent the whole day unless Jake had forced him outside or fed him. 

Bruiser licked his face and tried to burrow into his skin. Tommy looked at the bedroom door.

"That dog loves the shit out of you," Jake said from the doorway. 

"I know, he's also a diva." Tommy didn't care. He did love the damned dog. Even if he pretty much fits in his hand. 

"You still coming to breakfast?"

"If I can bring Mister Diva."

"Of course, you don't go anywhere without him now." 

Tommy just smiled at him. 

Day 4-Countdown

Tommy waited for it. He pulled the blanket up his body to where he was snug inside. It was snug under the covers of the bed because he had been there a while. He heard Bruiser getting the run on in the living room after his snack that Tommy had hidden around the house for him to find. 

The sound of claws on the kitchen floor echoed to him, and then he started the countdown. 

Four.

The sound of a body into a wall when the floor didn't stop him. 

Three.

More claws.

Two.

A body against the wall.

One.

The thump on the door.

Zero.

A flying body on the bed that felt heavier than it was.

Day 5-Locker

Tommy opened his locker, smiling at the picture of Bruiser there. Miriam had taken it and sent it to him, and he had printed it off. 

"I told Jake you were going to become one of those dog owners," Miriam said as she closed her locker and turned to face him fully. 

"What kind?" Tommy got what he needed from the locker and shoved his newest book. He wasn't done with his other yet so that he would finish it first. It depended on how much time he had at work. 

"The kind that treats the dog like a kid, which you did with that plant, too."

"Still do."

"Kinard, don't change. For love or money, don't change." 

Day 6-Grievance

"Okay, Bruiser, what the hell is your grievance today?" Tommy looked at his dog and frowned. 

Bruiser was sitting on the arm of the couch, growling at Tommy every time he tried to pick up the remote to start their movie. Their snacks were laid out, and even a dish for water for Bruiser was on the coffee table. Everything was in place for their night of movies before the pizza got there. 

Tommy hit play, and Bruiser jumped off the arm and rammed into Tommy's arm. 

"The hell." Tommy paused the movie and looked at his dog. 

Only to realize the damned soft bed was an inch off where Bruiser liked it beside Tommy. 

"Damned diva dog."  

Extra-Dosed

"You are getting dosed, and you'll like it." 

Tommy glared at where Bruiser was trapped in the kitchen with the baby gate. He should feel like a mean person for being so big and looming over the dog, but it was just a damned pill to help with the dog's UTI after Bruiser had played in cat poop on a walk. Tommy had been chatting with a neighbor and didn't see until he was covered in poop. 

Getting on his knees, Tommy caught Bruiser and held out the pill wrapped in chicken. "Don't spit it out this time."

The chicken was gone a moment later, and the pill was on the floor. Tommy sighed. "Fine. You get cheese."

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

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[esta-elavaris]

Some (non-angsty) thoughts re: my being estranged from my shitty mother for almost 11 years now --

So at least once per year lately (more this last couple of years, but before that I had a good few years where I heard literally nothing) she tries to reach out in some way or another, and it's always very dumb. Like, once she accidentally liked a very old IG photo of mine (before I privated my page) so I blocked her. Another time she commented on a photo, praising my appearance. Blocked. She makes new accounts to do it every time.

Earlier this year her brother tried to follow me accidentally, blocked him. Her brother's wife tried to friend me on FB a while ago - blocked, again. That's all I do, ignore and block, because anything else feeds into it.

But it does make me laugh that, eleven years on, there's never been a single apology for everything (or anything) she did to me. And she's idiotic enough to think I'll get less angry over time, but the thing is, at the time I was so convinced I was way more grown up than I was. The older I get, the more I realise how utterly fucked up it was of her to do that to me, and that I really was just a fucking kid??? It's funny too, because the comment of "beautiful 💖" on one of my selfies on IG came while she was actively playing a role in making me homeless. She's genuinely not clever enough to be doing that to stick the knife in, it wouldn't even occur to her that the timing was dodgy. Fuck knows where I get my brain from.

She used to stalk my WordPress blog, where my private email address was listed, and she never used that to once try to send an apology.

The last attempt at communication was when someone my brother and I grew up with passed away just before summer, and she tried to use informing me of that death (I'd already learned of it via his sister, who I'm still in touch with) within twelve hours of the family making the announcement, as a way to get back in contact with me again, on my public writer page on FB.

And like, I know she'll never be sorry, I do not need an apology from her, nor do I desire one. But there's something to be said for the sheer balls it takes to plod on through these desperate attempts without even trying to offer an empty one - y'know, the sort where it's like "I'm sorry you feel that way but YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS GOING THROUGH---"

Like for your whole personality to revolve around how neither of your kids want fuck all to do with you, and how desperate you are to mend fences (will never happen, I will throw a party when she kicks the bucket), while still having it absolutely never occurring to you to even try to apologise, or try to explain. The last message (I didn't open it, I never do, but I saw the preview) even began with "I know you don't want to hear from me..." like a) manipulation/guilt trip b) showing a flagrant awareness of "yep, I know that - but ANYWAY HERE I AM".

Absolute waste of oxygen, man. Like I'm not even bitter or upset by it, I'm just sort of? Exasperatedly amused at the sheer audacity? It only ever confirms that I was right to cut ties the fucking second I could, honestly.

You'd think that both of your kids cutting you out of their lives, at separate times, and one doing so the SECOND she turned sixteen, would be a hint that like? The calls are coming from inside the house. Narcissism is a hell of a drug.

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