#industralization

[sidewalkchemistry]

The manner that we talk about what herbs do within the human body is important. A lot of people careless say "what can x do for me?" and "what herb is good for my problem?" or even worse yet "what is y good for?" You might be wondering, what's wrong with any of that? The issue is: Herbs do not grow solely for us and our problems. In our days of overconsumption and industrialization, it's a very important point of how we think about the herbs...

But let's recall the times of the spice trade. People loved and praised the spices so much. Their fragrant smells. Their lively flavors. And their preservative factors…What these plants could do for them. Their supposed love for these spices was so strong that it incited a greed-fueled ambition. European explorers went in search of their own direct course to the spices. They didn't want to deal with the middleman seller any longer...

In our day and age, similar actions have been seen. If you or someone you know is engaging in the practice of foraging and wildcrafting, be sure that you all use mindful and ethical practices that keep the earth in mind. Over the years, the populations of many herbs have been wiped out or been decimated at the hand of those who learned about their beautiful medicinal qualities. This causes disruption in the biomes they exist in, as the plant life in an area affects the surrounding populations of plants and animals. The thing is, there's always another herb with very similar properties. There is no need to overharvest one particular plant species.

So, it isn't about what the herbs can do for us (that is a dangerous distortion of perspectives). It's about what is this herb's role in the world (and what is my individual role in the world)?

Excerpts from The Basics of the Herbal Arts Patreon course

#txt #holistic healing #holistic health #herbalism #eco conscious #mindfulness #foraging #wildcrafting #symbiosis #intention #colonization #industralization #capitalism #ecofeminism #late stage capitalism

[every-bad-thing]

Ghosts Are Boring

(Exitmanned, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons) The world is shattered by the revelation that ghosts are real. It's confirmed by everyone, from respected scientists to noted politicians to prominent social media influencers. They all report the same thing. Ghosts really do exist and, what's more, they're extremely common. It is very like there are at least six ghosts within ten feet of you right now, maybe more.

This, of course, has wild implications, one of which being that life after death has been definitively proven. The specific nature of this afterlife, or even whether this is the only one, is completely unknown, but the fact it exists at all leaves everyone shocked.

But even more shocking than their existence was their wide array of industrial applications. It didn't take long to develop technology to control them, and soon ghosts were vital to the world economy. The souls of the dead, it turned out, were a superior source of energy—abundant, clean-burning and portable. A single one could power anything, from a phone to a building, for years at a time before dissipating. A few thousand, compressed together in a tight enough chamber, can power a city. Ghosts also make the best computer processors. When bound into a chip and exposed to a current, a ghost is capable of making complex calculations much faster than any silicon unit. Scientists explain this is likely because of quantum entanglement taking place on a sub-atomic level, but aren't completely sure. What they do know, however, is that ghosts in the machine enable practically infinite memory and processing power, which allows science to advance dramatically.

Certain spirits can even be used in manufacturing, mining and other physical jobs. While poltergeists—ghosts capable of affecting objects in the living world—are less common, there are still millions of them around the world available for work. Soon poltergeists are not haunting creepy mansions or suburban television sets. They are bound to assembly lines, producing finished products all day and all night. They wander the streets, picking up garbage thrown out by the living. They wash dishes and mop floors and unclog toilets. But they do not, under any circumstances, haunt.

And--because of course--military forces around the world use ghosts in a variety of inhuman weapons of war. Reserved for these purposes are the most vengeful of spirits, the most violent, the most hateful. They are dropped from planes onto enemy armies or, more commonly, civilian populations. If you've ever seen a horror movie, you know what their effect is.

( "Navajo power plant" by bass_nroll is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. ) No one knows what the ghosts think of all this, or if they can even think at all. Few have ever bothered to ask, and for the ones that did the only answers they seem to get back are “OoooOoo!” or “AaaaaaAhhhhhh!” or “Uuuuuhhhhoooo.” One person with a Ouija board said a ghost told him “My soul has been chained to this Earth, please release me for my existence has become one of unending misery and pain” but no one has ever been able to replicate the result and the incident faded into the realm of urban legend.

Ghosts in this world are many things. They are a vital economic resource. They are essential to public infrastructure. They are an intense field of academic study. They are not, however, mysterious, spooky, scary, magical or even remotely cool anymore. They have become as mundane as garbage trucks, air conditioners and aspirin. To be interested in ghosts now is akin to being really, really into stamp collecting. Ghosts are boring.

Which isn't to say it's all running smoothly forever.

It is estimated that 121 billion people have lived and died in the entire history of our species. Of those 121 billion people, scientists calculated that around 39 percent have become ghosts. If this is correct, that means there are about 47 billion ghosts in the world. This is, to be sure, a lot of ghosts. But it is also finite. The world realizes this only after ghosts became essential the world economy. By the time the problem of “peak ghost” is taken seriously, it is believed there are only about 14 billion ghosts left.

Technological advance does much to make ghosts more efficient, but this doesn't solve the problem. People seem to be meeting increased efficiency with increased consumption. Like, ghosts to power cars become very cheap, so people start driving more, thus canceling out the gain. This effect is found everywhere it's figured out how to do more with less. People just... Do even more than before.

World governments, plus a few corporations that may as well be governments, met to discuss the issue. The main problem was that the supply of ghosts wasn't really increasing. Sure, a few thousand people here and there would die and become ghosts, but those were just a drop in the bucket. They needed more, much more. They decide on a drastic solution.

By now the process behind which someone becomes a ghost is pretty well understood. They need either some sort of unfinished business or a particularly traumatic death. The problem is that, with ghosts raising the standard of living far beyond what had ever before been achieved, there are very few people who die in such circumstances. It is decided that this is what must change.

A new order is instituted. Before death, everyone must report to their local Spectral Conversion Center to be traumatically euthanized. Failure to do so results in steep fines for the loved ones who survive them. The program is considered a success: 89 percent of those processed become ghosts, which are then sold to businesses for any number of purposes. The only ones who avoid this fate are the very wealthy, who are allowed to pass on in peace to wherever it is they go when they die.

But for everyone else? The question of happens to you when you die has been now definitively answered. And the whole world suffers for it.

#short story #short horror #ghosts #industralization #afterlife

[amour-anguis]

wolfstar & spit, name a more iconic duo

#amourinks #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanart #fanfiction #wolfstar art #jegulus #likeafunerall #industrations #fanart #sirius black #remus lupin

[alarainai]

early morning, coffee cups

Fake snowflakes, both glass and paper cut-outs, are pasted to every store-front, and Christmas music plays over every speaker. It's all very loud, both visually and audibly. Regulus really, really hates Christmas. Enter James Potter, a Christmas lover and old high school crush. ❆ ❆ ❆ Sirius argues that he's an excellent pastry chef. When entirely focused at four in the morning, he's near enough perfect. Unfortunately, his attention is slightly diverted as soon as he walks in. Mister Cappuccino, Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Brownie. Aka: Remus Lupin, aspiring romance author and Sirius' current obsession.

Or, Sirius and Regulus own a failing bakery, Remus is writing a Christmas-themed novel, and James just wants everyone to enjoy the festive season.

#it's CHRISTMAS #and i am doing DAILY CHAPTERS LIKE AN IDIOT #hehe anyway this is a love letter to bakeries pastries and INDUSTRATIONS #christmas fic hours <3 #jegulus #wolfstar

[industrations]

Sirius and Regulus being the hottest, baddest bitches in the room and immediately deciding that they carnally desire the most awkward looking bastards in the vicinity is the realest and most canon thing I’ve ever seen 😍

Look at this wet noodle of a man and tell me he isn’t the hottest shit you’ve ever seen

#industrations ask

[obsessedbyneon]

ITRE glasswork, 1990

Scan

#scan #glasswork #interior design #industral design #interior

[avenlovescoke]

BRO THEY'RE SO CUTE

#dorlene #marlene mckinnon #dorcas x marlene #marauders #the valkyries #slytherin skittles #fanart #not mine #industrations #dorcas meadowes

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Human brothers Sirius and Regulus attend a party where they meet (very small) vampire coven Remus and James. Lightly inspired by the fanart that has them going "tall one's mine" "fine by me".

Just

Sexy vampires

Or potentially the other way round, like S&R are vampires and Remus and James are the sexy humans soon to be eaten 😵‍💫

And like then they become sired and they live happily ever after in their gay little coven <3

[i looked it up and its by my favourite creator Indi @industrations - I only found it on instagram bc it was much easier to scroll through so here's the link to that]

#mywriting #amathelia writes #fanfic #marauders era #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #wolfstar #jegulus #vampires #industrations

[regulus-books]

warning: NSFW

After the full moon Remus is always in the mood, but nowadays it's hard to fit in time alone without our daughter Cassiopeia. Cass is a beautiful, smart, little girl. She's also a werewolf, so this time is hard for her too.

Now Remus is sitting in her room with her, tucking her to sleep, I can hear him whispering to our little babe. He's such a good dad. I stand up from our brown couch and walk down the hall to our baby's room. I peek my head in to see Remus' light hair peeking out from beneath a blanket, not seeing Cass anywhere. I walk around the bed and lift up the blanket, four black beady eyes look back up at me, and I take in the scene. Remus is holding a flashlight up to a book and reading to our baby. Cass' inky black hair is curled around her head all over her pillow, her tired big eyes looking up at me.

"Papa, blanket!" She points her chubby finger up at the blanket I lifted off them.

"C'mon, baby girl, it's bedtime." I pick her up and kiss her cheeks.

"Papa, no, no, no, no, no!" She whines.

"Yes." I say brushing her hair out of her face.

"Come here baby, it's bedtime." I hand her off to Remus, and she hugs around his neck, I smile. "I love you so, so, so, so much!" Remus puts her down and kisses her forehead.

"I love you, baby girl. Be a good girl and sleep nice for daddy tonight, okay?" I tuck her blanket around her like a burrito.

"Love you." She tries to reply but it comes out as more of a lub you, but neither me or Remus care about her pronunciation.

"Night, babe." Remus walks over to her nightlight and turns it on before walking out of the room.

"Goodnight, love." I kissed her for the last time on her forehead, and shut off the main light to the room, I left her room door open a crack.

I walk down the hall to see Remus making tea in two mugs, I flop onto the couch.

"You're the sexiest man alive, Rems." I put my arms behind my head.

"Oh? And why's that, darling?" He turns around, licking the spoon and putting it in the sink, which is full of dishes already.

"Look at you. It's so fucking hot how you take care of us." He walks over to the couch, puts the mugs on the table, grabs my legs and puts them in his lap. He massages my thighs, staring at me.

"I like taking care of you guys. My favorite people, hm?"

"Yeah." He pulls me to straddle his lap and kisses me softly, squeezing my ass and his hands go up and down my back.

"So pretty, love." He whispers.

"So, Cass is asleep then." I say, pulling away from his mouth.

"Mhm."

"And to be honest, I'm not thirsty for tea at the moment." I smirk and put my arms around his neck.

"Suddenly, I'm not either." He chuckles and pulls me in again, this time rougher.

"Upstairs, love." I whisper into his mouth.

"Mm." He hums against my lips and stands, carrying me. I kiss his jaw and then his neck, sucking and biting, he groans quietly.

"You're so warm, Sirius, makes me so horny, baby." He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck, making the hair stick up.

"Does it?" I ask, still sucking on his light brown skin.

"Fuck, yeah." He stops in our room and throws me on our bed. "Take off your shirt for me, love." I lift up my stained wife beater tank, my new tattoo exposed to the cool air of our bedroom, Remus closes the door to our room. He throws off his work shirt, and looks me up and down, I squirm a bit, and take off my trousers. "You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen." He walks over to me and lifts my chin, kissing me. His tongue laps with mine, exploring my mouth. He pulls away and straddles my lap, he leans down and licks up the center of my neck, all the way down to my boxers lining, moving down and laying between my legs.

"Please, baby." I arch my back, trying to get any friction with him or the air, my boner sticking out clearer then ever.

"Please what, Sirius, love?" He grins and fiddles with the hem of my boxers, pulling and letting go, listening to it slap against my wet skin. "All you have to do is ask, baby." He leans back and kisses my knees, waiting for a response, staring me down.

"Please, touch me. Remus, I'm begging." He rubs me through my boxers, my cock is so hard it hurts. "Mhm, please, baby."

"You know how much I like begging," he smirks and pulls down my boxers. "but because you asked so nicely." My cock springs out and hits my stomach. "Look at you, all hot and bothered for me, hm?" I whine as he grabs my cock, pushing a finger back and forth over the slit, I moan quietly, trying to be mindful of our daughter downstairs.

"Please, fuck, Rems." I look at him, he's so beautiful. His brown hair tossed to the side, his skin wet with sweat, his scars covering him making him look even more attractive. I can see his boner through his boxers.

Remus starts to pump his hand up and down on my dick, making me whine and moan. "So pretty, baby." He praises me. My back arches further when he kitten licks my tip.

"Oh, fuck, love." I run my fingers through his hair, and push him down. He shakes his head no.

"I'm in charge tonight, baby." I whine.

"Remus, you're killing me, love." He smiles and spits on his hand, wrapping around me again and pumping. "Oh, shit." I groan and throw my head back.

"So fucking pretty, Sirius, babe." He suddenly deepthroats my cock, I can feel it hit the back of his mouth. My eyes roll back and I moan deeply. He pulls up but doesn't take my cock out of his mouth, instead starts blowing me, his chin has saliva running down it, his eyes looking up at me, watching every reaction I have to him. With one hand he pumps me and with the other he rubs my nipples.

"Oh, fuck. Remus, if you don't stop I'll cum, baby." I say into my pillow. Remus moans, vibrations spark all up my body, making me more aroused. "Oh my god, for fucks sake!" Remus hums, sending me over the edge, I cum in his mouth, he continues to suck me off, riding my high. He pulls off and crawls up to me, kissing me and pushing his tongue into my mouth, showing me exactly what I taste like.

"So fucking gorgeous for me, right baby?"

"All for you." He smiles and takes off his trousers and pants, starting to pump my dick again. He reaches over to our nightstand, pulling the drawer out and grabbing a bottle of lube. He takes both his hands off me and spreads my legs, he puts lube on one of his fingers, pushing it into me slowly, my back arches and he pushes my hips back down. He pushes his finger in and out of my body, I moan in pleasure.

"More!" I say, excitedly. Remus smirks and pushes another finger into me, I moan louder, covering my mouth with my hand.

"Your moans are so pretty, babe. We've gotta get uncle Reg and Prongs to take Cass, so I can hear them, loud and clear."

"Shh, don't talk about Cass, just you and me right now." He grins and kisses my neck, pushing another finger inside of me, now pumping three fingers into me. "Oh, fuck. Please, babe, give me your dick!" He chuckles deeply and pulls his fingers out, licking them, my eyes rolling back at the sight. He takes the bottle of lube and squirts it on his dick, rubbing it around.

"You ready, pretty boy?" He asks, I nod vigorously. "Words, handsome, I want words." I groan.

"Please, Remus, just fuck me!"

"You want me to fuck your pretty little ass, Sirius?"

"Please." I whine.

"That's what I like to hear." He leans down to kiss me, positioning his cock and pushing into me. I gasp and moan into his kiss, he bites my lower lip and sucks on it.

"Remus, you drive me crazy, you fill me up so well, babe." I moan under my breath.

"I'm glad." He kisses me again and starts to push in and out of me, not in any rush. "You look so pretty like this, Sirius. So fucking beautiful." Remus continues to fuck me, whispering words of praise. "So beautiful." He moans. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby." He rubs up and down my thighs, then up to my stomach. "I never want this to end." He throws his head back, the only sound in our room is my soft moans and our skin slapping together.

"Fuck, Rems." I moan out.

"You're taking me so well, beautiful."

"Yeah."

"You're so beautiful, Sirius. Look at you all pretty with pre cum, hm? So fucking pretty." He strokes my cock, pre cum dripping on my stomach. His thumb wipes off the pre cum and he lifts his hand to taste it. "You taste so good, handsome." His thrusts are starting to get sloppy, I know he's close. "Oh, fuck, Sirius."

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" His head is thrown back and he's still jerking me off with one hand, the familiar knotting feeling in my stomach.

"Fuck, yes, Sirius."

"Fuck!" I moan and a string of cum starts to come out of my dick.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Remus moans and cums deep inside of me. "So good, Sirius, so, so good, baby." He thrusts a few more times, riding out both of our highs. "You're so perfect, babe." He pulls out and I wince at the cold air. He stands up and grabs his T-shirt, wiping me off.

"I love you so much, Rems." I pull him down on top of me.

"I love you so much, baby." He kisses my cheek. "We should probably go shower."

"M'not feeling it, we can in the morning." I wrap my arms around him, twirling his hair around my finger.

"Okay, babe." I run my hands all through his hair until I hear him softly snoring.

"Love you so, so much." I whisper before drifting off myself.

In the morning the sun shines on my face, waking me up. I look around the room, no Remus. I stand up and pull on my boxers, running my hands through my hair, and then I walk out and down the stairs. Remus is sitting at the kitchen table with Cass, drawing.

"Morning, babe." I run my hand through his hair and kiss his forehead. "Morning my other babe." I run my hand through Cassie's hair and kiss her on her head.

"Hi papa." She babbles and continues to draw with her crayons.

"How'd you sleep?" Remus asks, taking a sip of his tea as I sit down next to Cass at our table.

"Amazing, but I have this cramp in my back, it's so annoying." I run my hand down my spine where it hurts.

"M'sorry, love." He slides his tea over to me and I take a sip.

"Probably your fault too." He chuckles and rubs Cass' back. I stand up and pull her hair into a ponytail, I wrap a scrunchie around it and boop her nose.

"You're beautiful, girl." I say, walking away from the table, turning on the water and cleaning some dishes, our mugs from last night are now in the sink.

"You are too." Remus says, half turning to look me up and down.

"Thanks, love."

"Papa." Cass turns to me.

"Yeah, sweet pea?" I turn off the water and dry my hands.

"Dada was talking about you all morning!" I laugh and walk over to her.

"He just loves me! You love me too, right?" I already know she does, I rub mine and her nose together.

"Yes!" She wraps her small arms around my neck, hugging me.

"You and dada are the most important people to me!"

"And Uncle Reggie, and Prongsie!" She laughs.

"We should see if you can have a sleepover tonight, hm?" I ask, setting her back in her chair.

"Yes!" I smile and wink at Remus.

Word count: 2.1k+

Cass belongs to the wonderful @industrations ILY!!!!

little smut, little fluff:)

#wolfstar #wolfstar oneshot #2.1k #industrations #regulus books #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius orion black #sirius x remus #wolfstar is canon #smutshot #kinktober? #cassie black #cassiopeia black

[fawncrw]

Dorcas Meadowes :)

#fanart #all the young dudes #marauders #marauders fanart #my fanart #dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadows fanart #outfit inspo: @industrations #precious mustapha #dorlene #my art

[courfee]

my take of @/sophithil's band au dtiys on insta

all of the boys seperately under the cut so you can properly appreciate peter's fancy high heel boots and all of sirius' tattoos :)

and just the poster as well as the logo i spent far too long designing only to be hidden by the marauders plus the og sketch and poster inspo :)

#i took a lot of inspo for the tattoos from industrations sirius #sirius and james have matchy matchy tattoos on their hips #(or rather friendship tattoos) #((also if you saw me posting this yesterday already no you didnt)) #the triangles all around the border are also that branding logo btw #marauders #marauders fanart #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #the marauders #marauders band au #sophithil #james potter fanart #sirius black fanart #remus lupin fanart #peter pettigrew fanart #hp #my art #mine

[d-d-disgusting]

Fun Fact! It's probably no surprise that Yorshovians have a burrowing instinct, and while it's almost vestigial to most at this point, it's still there and still comes in handy in ways, especially for the population that lives at the surface! There are a lot of reasons that this isn't Vincent's first go-to when turning a space into one of their shelters (proximity to people, the sheer amount of time and effort it takes, soil type, space, stability, the fact that a burrow is much more suspicious), but they've definitely had to do this at least once or twice in their time wandering

#information #It's more handy insofar as there's an instinctual comfort Yorshovians have in caves and enclosed spaces. Considering their greatest industr #has to do with both it's useful

[ziglikesrain]

thinking about this whole “online anonymity” thing. none of you know what i look like. i don’t know what any of you look like. we could be amongst each other and have no idea…. scary……

#was specifically thinking about marauders fandom celebs #zar?? #industrations?? #motswolo #???? #they could be lurking amongst us #any stranger on the street could be my personal hero #and i’d never know #marauders era #wolfstar #harry potter

[industrations]

Will you draw mermaid reggie (maybe with pirate or prince james) since its mermay? 0o0

Reggie of the day: mermaid kisses

#reggie of the day #industrations ask #I usually dont reeaaally take requests but this one was too cute

[obsessedbyneon]

Ceramic tiles and bathroom furniture, 1990

Scan

#scan #ceramics #tilework #furniture #bathroom #80s aesthetic #industral design

[willowbirds]

Just got hit with a thought…

I know Critical Role is all improve and anything can happen, but the group saving Umadara can be wonderful foreshadowing for the future of Exandria.

Yes, the world is starting to fall apart. People are panicking, divine and old arcane magic is fading, no one knows what is going on, but this one ancient wonderful creature was returned to the world.

The world is going to drastically change, but the past is resilient and will find a way to survive.

#Besides if all the old arcane and divine magic is fading then maybe we will enter the exandrian industral revolution #Matt did say that is something he would want to explore in the future and maybe it’s coming sooner then we thought #critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers