Angels’ trueforms in their most memorable moments [26/?] - Nephilim fetus: regular nephil, sired by a regular angel (above) and Jack, sired by Lucifer (below)
About five years ago after going through a really rough period of my life I did a scribble where Adri was cheering me up a little, and then a year later I redrew it to reflect all the good changes that had happened since. A dear friend reminded me of it, and I thought it'd be sweet to do another one :]
This guy may be a god-tier murderkill beast but he's also MY comfort murderkill beast so I get creator privileges <3
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doing this amazing new thing called eating well EVERY DAY and drinking enough water EVERY DAY and trying to get a bit of a healthy walk in EVERY DAY and sleeping at least 7 hours EVERY DAY... and then looking at my Fitbit stats like a nerd to see what happens EVERY DAY... will let you know if anything interesting does happen
Me, a week ago: okay, so I might be doing three weeks of field work in another state (connected to my grad project), and then hopefully get to go back and visit my parents for 1-2 weeks, so I should probably not buy more plants/expand my collection because if my landlady is watching my plants while I'm gone, that's potentially 5 weeks of being gone, and in the summer half of my plants need water every other day at a minimum. So we are going to not buy any more plants until summer is over.
Me, today at the store: what a pretty fern I'mma buy it
so… do you always take care of kakashi when he’s feeling a bit.. not well? I want some examples of what you do for him since you’re such a mother hen
Sweet Sage! I’ve told you little cretins before: mother henning doesn’t just apply to Hatake. I do it to everyone. Hatake just tends to be the one who needs it the most at any given time.
One thing I've found important but also sometimes difficult to learn is that the difference between a 'butterfly garden' and a 'biodiverse habitat' is that you gotta accept that sometimes things are gonna die.
This isn't to say that you shouldn't try to tend to things. If I find a bunch of oleander aphids harassing some of my young milkweed plants, I'll get the hose and spray them off no problem--hard to tend a garden and save milkweed seeds if they're getting the life sucked out of them before they can even go to seed. If I see a lot of snails starting to devour some of my flowers and turn them into brown mush, I'll pick them off and toss them to the neighborhood ducks.
But with that being said, creating a biodiverse environment for wildlife means there's gonna be prey animals and predator animals, and some insects may fill several niches. I plant milkweed and other flowers so monarchs and other insects can enjoy them as a host plant and a nectar source. Some years, I can barely even find large caterpillars because the wasps just go ham and pig out. That doesn't mean I'm gonna hunt down any and every wasp nest and spray it to death for being oh-so-mean to my precious baby caterpillars! They're just trying to survive, just like everything else in my garden!
And in the grand scheme, everything is part of a cycle that feeds everything else. The caterpillars feed the wasps, which then feed the cardinals and chickadees and mocking birds. Later in the summer, I always see some ladybugs, and my aphid problems drop even without me bringing out the hose. Sure, the snails are a major problem for me, right now. But they might be feeding things I'm not even seeing, late at night--like blindworms, or possums, or frogs, and maybe even the birds are going at them when I'm not outside.
The literal basis of my pollinator garden is so things can eat other things--the caterpillars feed on the milkweed, after all. I can't deny that they're part of an ecosystem, and the effort in trying to just sprays poisons everywhere for no real reason.
If I really wanted to, I could try and collect every single tiny little baby caterpillar and keep them in a little container, so I can rear them by hand, if it hurts too much to think of them getting eaten by wasps. My next door neighbor did that. Brought in 26 caterpillars to protect them from outside enemies, and promptly ran out of milkweed. Out of all that, only maybe 10 tops made it. And the instant she set out her stripped-bare plants again, there were already more monarchs coming in and laying seeds on the stems of plants that just barely were starting to leaf back out.
Nature's a balancing act. Monarchs have been dealing with pests like wasps through all this time. Every time I wonder where the caterpillars are, I sure can still find a few dozen eggs on my plants. Butterflies are still dropping by, still laying tons of eggs on my plants. And it's not like I go out there five times a day to count caterpillars--for all I know, there could still be dozens of those little guys growing up where I don't even see them.
I feel like I'm losing my point. Long story short, if wasps are eating some caterpillars in my backyard, I'm not gonna lose my mind. I want my garden to be part of a wider ecosystem, not a members-only club.
if works of clay could speak to the hands that cared for them, crafted them, molded them, soothed their edges and found beauty in the ones that survived the firing process. if bees could apologize for every sting against the hands that hold their home together, praise them for their good works with use and reward their endless labor. that is what he does when he tries to come in quietly after a drunken night, stands in the kitchen at ungodly hours checking tea to steep it just so, just right. when he argues and questions em's thoughts and plans and intentions with furrowed brow and flaring eyes but his hands are tucked in tight to his sides like if he doesn't hide his worry it will be all that he is. when the sleeping fallen wakes with phantom fingers through his hair and a blanket drawn up high and tucked in tight. when things like seashells and fridge magnets and goofy tourist kitsch accumulate on counters and plant pots and door frames. when prayers start to sound like ones to god and not to mercy, or maybe both, because there has never been a mercy like em or a faith like john's in his, and it is fragile and it is stained but he is smudging paint off a little pot he made just for the flowers that em will grow, and he is hoping it's enough, or nearly. just enough to repay it all, everything. just maybe.
make emmanuel feel loved !!🥺 / @talentforlying
if works of clay could speak to the glue that holds them together, even as ancient pressure pulls them apart, gilded seams mended with rough hands and a gentle heart. if the beekeeper could reliably convey his thanks to the bee for the way it recognises him every day, over and over, even as he's changed atom by atom into somebody else, sometimes multiple atoms at a time. if there was a way to simply speak the truth that speaks itself through wandering and finding oneself again in the other's proximity, upon his couch, underneath his blanket, with his hand in one's hair. or drinking his tea. or arguing with him over one more righteous thought. or welcoming him home after a while apart, after a while of worrying and not much else.
it's easy to feel like he doesn't do enough. it's easy to slip into that thought because it has been his home since the dawn of time, the driving force underneath all of that glorious need for kindness. g-d is away from his mind, yet the gift from him remains, and remains in emmanuel's hands and so he is still driven to do more, to be more. john can barely comprehend the reach of loyalty so divine. the reach of adoration without pedestals, without bowed heads, without mighty voices, -- and yet so great. so ethereal. yetnemmanuel does not ask him to comprehend. he asks him merely to stay and withstand it. every day, every moment he sees him. it might be too great an ask of a man who was once just human.
it's not spoken, however. none of it is ever spoken. what if one or the other should flee at words too clear? gestures and reliability is where their love resides. warmth and forgiveness. tending and being tended to. knick knacks upon the window sill. one doing his best to build off the other for the both of them to prosper, or at least survive another day. – it doesn't take long for the flowerpot to find its purpose among it all, small seedling of basil opening up more and more of its leaves over the few painted fingerprints left behind by a man too eager to try if the paint job has dried down yet (it hadn't, and so they stuck, forever).
so the gals at the @jumpingpuddlespodcast and I were chatting about the city of atlantis in between recording. and we started talking about the design of the city and how we would've loved if it had taken more of an inspiration from the greek/minoan/roman civilizations! (i truly believe the ancients were pretentious enough to walk around in togas lmfao) so i did a quick google search and these are some of my fav pics I've stumbled onto!
that first picture of the statues in a circle above a circle of water IS SO ATLANTIS CODED. @stargatelov3r actually highlighted that the circle of water could very much be a gate! and this is 100% canon to me now ahha. like im SURE the ancients had some secret caverns under the base where they did all kinds of shady rituals/experiments ahah.
once again, the amazing ash pointed out that of course the ancients would have statues of themselves all over the city lol. and I LOVE the idea of the statues being at the entrance of atlantis. (also obsessed with the different platforms that are separated by water + range in height !!!)
100% believe that the city had some sort of canal that ran in between all the platforms and connected the city! also the ARCHES AND THE BOATS MHMMMMM
an indor bathhouse !! the ancients definitely didn’t believe in private bathrooms unless you were on the council or extremely rich lmfao
I like to think there would be a bunch of these little temples on the water all over the city! each temple would be dedicated to a different god and they could have public services every once a while :)))))
THE COLUMNS !!!!!!!! it's actually a crime there weren't any in the show aha. and I love the no walls/open space in this pic! I love the idea of waking up to the ocean right outside (also ik this is kinda dangerous but we're gonna pretend this is before the wraith war so the ancients had unlimited ZPM energy hehe)
I feel like this one is self explanatory. except I think the monarchy was an outdated belief in ancient culture & they had more of a roman republic kinda vibe. but the throne is there for show ahha
all I have to say for this is W A T E R F A L L S !!! it’s what we deserved !!!!!
the arches. the sunlight. the little pond. the stairs. im just babbling now but OHMYNSOFSF (I like to think this is Elizabeth's private bath ahah)
also ash mentioned that it would've been cool to see the ancients have murals painted on the walls AND Y'ALLLLLLL. this is where the minoan influence comes into play! known for their bright colors and beautiful wall art, I can just picture images like this depicting the ancients and their history all over the city <33333
finally learning emotional intelligence as an adult in my 30s feels like playing with goddamn tinker toys while i watch other people my age building these beautiful emotional ecosystems out of hand carved mahogany. but the alternative is to continue being glib and dismissive of every emotion i experience for the rest of my life so 👍 pass me that green rod i guess. and do you see any more hubs