#interrelation

[arjunasearth]

growing up means realizing that a relationship requires work from both sides equally.

Maturing is realizing that when the other is not willing to do the work, it is time to go. And to let go. And to do the work for your soul and the peace of your heart in the first place.

#healingisaprocess #it'snotlinear #keepgoing #everythingisinterconnected #interrelation #relationality #weboflife #cosmicweb #weavingthewebtogether #atthesametimebeinginterwovenintotheweb

[paul-zoller]

Zones | relations, blurs and touches

#touch #contact #meet #join #converge #contiguous #neighborhood #intertwining #interweaving #interrelation

[etz-ashashiyot]

Okay let's put this stupid semantics argument to bed right now:

Judaism is not Zionism, obviously, because Judaism is the religion of the Jewish people and Zionism is an amalgamation of political beliefs supporting the idea of Jewish self-determination in eretz Yisrael. They are two different things. Obviously.

However, you cannot separate Zionism from Jewish identity and Judaism, because Zionism is fundamentally a political ideology created by Jews, for Jews, and about Jews.

You also can't separate Jewish identity and Judaism from Zionism, because while the notion of statehood is contemporary, the longing to return to eretz Yisrael and end the Jewish people's exile has been a foundational part of rabbinic Judaism since 70 CE.

Bottom line: they are two distinct concepts that overlap substantially and you cannot talk about them as if Zionism is totally foreign and unrelated to Judaism or vice versa in good faith, but neither can you 100% conflate them.

This is like when pregnancy discrimination was allowed on the grounds that not every single woman is pregnant or will become pregnant (and also we know that not everyone who becomes pregnant is a woman) and therefore it's somehow not sex discrimination and you don't have to factor in misogyny and sexism into the conversation.

You can't talk about Zionism without talking about Jews, Judaism, and antisemitism, but also, if you bring up Israel/Palestine every time a Jew is publicly Jewish, guess what that makes you? (Hint: It's antisemitic.)

#המצב™️ #a lot of things about this conflict are complex and difficult to understand without extensive study #this is not one of them #for anyone keeping score at home: #these no nuance ''Zionism = Judaism'' or ''teehee Zionism =/= Judaism so whatever I said totally isn't antisemitic'' antics #bother the crap out of me no matter who's doing it or for what reason #they are deeply interrelated but distinct concepts this isn't rocket surgery folks

[rizzlegukgak]

starting a collection

#naddpod #not another dnd podcast #animorphs #frozen 2 #<- all these tags are extremely interrelated

[sivavakkiyar]

personally my major critique of Buddhism in general is that even as the Buddha’s reworking of the Brahminical karmic concept is an obvious ‘improvement’, the entire idea can’t really be redeemed, and in Buddhism this often kind of leads to an inherent integral tendency to what we would call ‘victim blaming’. In many narratives, it’s already there when the Buddha leaves home after seeing the dancing girls passed out after a party: it’s certainly there in the canonical tale of why the bhikkunis need an entirely seperate set of rules in the sangha. My hot take is that a lot of the weirdest takes from bell hooks come from her Buddhist influence like this, because it’s a recurring feature in Thich Nhat Hanh

#really recommend ‘what the Buddha thought’ by gombrich for these interrelations

[identitty-dickruption]

love it how, when I talk about the fact that autism is still stigmatised, people in the notes assume that autism is my only disorder. “if you think autism is stigmatised try being psychotic” bitch I am both. and one of those things being stigmatised does not mean the other one isn’t. trust me there is not a limit on the amount of stigma floating around

#and some of our issues are interrelated #flat effect? struggling with empathy? struggling with hygiene? talking to ourselves? #yeah. all of those symptoms are stigmatised and all of them could be either autism or psychosis #not to mention the symptom overlap between autism and schizophrenia specifically #anyway.

[nashvillethotchicken]

And when I get my all black interview with the vampire remake ala the wiz then what

#listen there truly is so much you can do with blackness and itwv #even what we get with louis and his own struggles with race and racism in the show like lets not stop there #and i thunk it is a great way to get more black fans 1) involved 2) in creative spaces cus imma be real. i dont wanna see more white lestats #like lestat as an alexander dumas type has been rattling around my brain for months i need people to see the vision #i also just see it more as a way to look at how slavery and its legacies have forever warped how the Diaspora interrelates #not only slavery but french colonialism as well. what does it mean to be a free man of color when your cousins are being sold off? #what does it mean to be Haitian in spaces like aristocratic colonial france? #how does the arab slave trade factor in? #like there are so many good points of meta we could do if people weren't obsessed with woobyfying white men in this fandom #hell even the notion of passing in itwv is deeply intriguing #interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv

[cctinsleybaxter]

I’m losing my will to block bots. Look at this

#interrelated-bellhop is killing me #my four beautiful debutante daughters

[raayllum]

thinking about the emphasis in S5 on consumption and corruption and. hm. thoughts will follow

#cause they Feel interrelated y'know? beyond the obvious #which might just circle back to the escalation of exchange as a Theme it seems arc 2 is going for but #dragons rambles

[myhypeboy]

omg concept pictures

#omg was so so good and groovy #need to see others’ theories and lores about it #the mv made me confused and excited in the best way possible #the fact that all their mvs were connected and interrelated was so cool #also pls hanni dressed as steve jobs and pretending to be siri was hilarious #they never miss #no skips in their (small) discography #new jeans #newjeans omg #nwjns

[trans-cuchulainn]

forgot to tell youse but you know how i'm in a parasocial relationship with two of my mutuals' cat (the same cat) and keep meeting people who also only know this cat through the internet

well

today i met another person who knows this cat primarily(/solely?) through pictures

#drawing a network of interrelated friendship groups and webs of people i've met one time #and at the centre of all of them. gothmog.

[paul-zoller]

Zones | relations, blurs and touches

#treetop #crown #zone #area #intertwining #interweaving #interrelation

[clonerightsagenda]

Every time I talk about daemon AUs someone is like 'but daemons are about sex' and I go not to me. I understand the themes Pullman was going for but I am being transformative here. I would pick up my brother's soul and walk out the door with it every time he took like 30 minutes to get dressed when we were supposed to be going somewhere.

#the intricacies of human interrelations are vast

[sivavakkiyar]

kinda thrilled to learn that exactly 90 years before I was born Mahler was wishing death on a colleague when he suddenly remembered he was supposed to be nice to his wife

#I hope always to keep that priority in reverse or to meet someone who will understand them as interrelated #I want to date an assassin is what I’m saying

[consultjohnwatson]

The London Bridge Case – or A Series of Interrelated, Improbable Events (part I)

It wasn’t a good day to be blown up. Not that it’s ever a good day to be blown up, mind you. But that day certainly wasn’t.

Because the events of that day (and weekend) still keep me up at night, I decided to blog about it. It’ll probably take me a few days to write everything down, but I know that you’ll bear with me.

I awoke on a day that, in hindsight, had disguised itself to be a normal Friday. Since I had an early shift at the clinic, I got up early, made breakfast, and took Rosie to daycare. Normally, I’d have said goodbye to Sherlock, who’d be either peering into his microscope at the kitchen table, standing near the windows playing a soft tune on his violin, or still pretending to be asleep in the comfort of his bedroom.

But that morning, the kitchen table was empty, the violin silent, and Sherlock’s bedroom unoccupied. Instead, I found the same note on the fridge from the night before, explaining he’d gone off to Barts and that I shouldn’t wait up. I just figured Sherlock hadn’t come home at all. Those who know him know that it isn’t unusual for the detective to string days and nights together when he’s onto something. So, I didn’t think much of it, not least because of the dull yet irritating past few days.

For the entire week, Sherlock had been busy investigating such trivial, weird cases he insisted on solving. A vandalized family painting, a missing dog collar, a freshly turned up yard at the local asylum. Weird cases. Unsolvable cases. Yes, you read that right. Unsolvable cases. Sherlock’s English Wharncliffe blade had it rough that week, as did our fireplace mantle. I remember pulling my hair in pure agitation because Sherlock was in such a strop, going on and on about the cases, claiming the petty crimes were all somehow connected.

So, to be honest. it wasn’t a very pleasant week at 221b. I ended up fleeing the flat as much as I could, meeting up with old friends and having dinner with my annoying colleagues (who thought it’d be funny to steal my phone and embarrass me on my blog during dinner). And yet, each day, I thought it would all resolve itself as time passed. I was sure that another, definitely more interesting case would turn up on our doorstep and that that would be it. Sherlock would forget the painting, the dog collar, the asylum, and he would find something more worthy to invest all of his time in.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Are you familiar with that dreadful feeling that tries to tell you something just isn’t about right? It starts off as a dull yet insistent, nauseating, nagging in the pit of your stomach, and it grows and grows and grows throughout the day until it has firmly lodged itself inside your throat, constricting your throat muscles as if two hands are trying to squeeze the air out of you, making it hard for you to ignore its weight.

Recognisable?

Well, count yourself lucky if it’s not, because it isn’t a very pleasant feeling, I tell you that.

I felt like this the entire Friday while I was ‘treating’ my patients. I say ‘treating’, because I honestly don’t believe I did a very good job. I regularly found myself repeating instructions, forgetting what they’d just told me or even forgetting their names. Their names! It was a bit not good. Nope.

I was a mess all because Sherlock wasn’t answering my texts or calls.

I remember that I ended up calling Molly, who’d told me she’d seen Sherlock run off without telling her where he was going. In hindsight, (yes always in hindsight), I should’ve known that that was definitely a warning sign. The moment I got off work, I called and texted Lestrade, I even contacted Mycroft, and I left Rosie with Mrs. Hudson so I could disappear into the busy streets of London, hoping to find the person who’d just vanished without so much as a word.

It was absolutely frustrating that Sherlock wasn’t to be found in any of his bolthouses, and asking (interrogating) some of his homeless network didn’t tell me much about where he could be. I was quite desperate and I almost returned to 221b. Miserable and empty-handed.  

Until I noticed that a young (very smelly) homeless lady was following me. Maybe it was because I recognised her or that she had that kind of look to her (or both) that made me decide to turn around and follow her instead. Trotting after her, I fervently hoped she was telling me where I would find Sherlock.

We ended up taking the Tube and walked for what felt like more than an hour before she suddenly stopped in her tracks near the western end of the London Bridge. She nodded into the direction behind her and started running off before I could ask her what she meant. I almost thought she’d pulled a prank on me until I saw where she wanted me to go…

Into the London Bridge Sewer.

#the london bridge case #a series of interrelated improbable events #case blog #john watson #sherlock #holmes #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock rp #sherlock roleplay #sherlocked #johnlock #johnlock rp #johnlock roleplay #221b #221b baker street #johnlocked #sherlock bbc #dr watson #dr john watson #reblog if you find this interesting

[iron-sides]

been thinking lately about what kind of parent i think bruce is. and i think the thing is. i dont necessarily interpret him as deliberately going out of his way to hurt his kids, right? i think its just a matter of priorities and that they arent that high on his list. gotham will always come first, then the mission, then his morals, then the kids' wellbeing. and i think part of that is that-- because of robin-- he never really sees or treats them like kids.

they are his partners, and that makes them soldiers to him first, people second. he is their field commander before he is their father and thats why its okay to him to lie to them and to hit dick and to fuck them up psychologically. because it is for the good of the mission. because they arent his kids theyre his men. he'll take care of them but in the way a captain takes care of his soldiers. he doesnt want them to be injured not because he hates to see them hurt but because it takes them off the field. he sees gotham as a warzone and in batmans eyes (because bruce wayne hasn't been more than a vehicle for batman since that fateful night) nothing can take priority.

i think thats in large part why he struggles so much as they grow up. if they're growing into adults that means at one point they weren't adults. which means they were children. which means he should never have allowed them on the field. i do find it fascinating that the only child who he was present for their growing out of robin was dick. jason was with the league, and when tim gave up the mantle he was presumed dead. steph never got along as well with him as robin because she was no child and therefore did not take orders like one: she had already reached the point where things begin to go wrong.

i dunno this is all conjecture but i do find this to be his problem. it's not that he doesn't care because he does! he does! but because alfred was never truly a father to him he doesnt know how to be a father, only an army general.

#my thots #bruce wayne neg #idk how to tag this so im not going to #anti-batman #idk i think a lot of his actions and choices make more sense if he sees gotham as a warzone himself as the general and the kids as his #soldiers #and i use the word men deliberately and gender-neutrally btw! #its a whole other post but i think theres a lot to be said for his characterization wrt batgirl and this 'army' thing #i definitely think duke cass and babs dodged a massive bullet tho by not being robin formally #i mean duke was robin in the sense of like we are robin but. you know #bc i think this is very amplified by how closely batman and robin work together #and this is SO interrelated to my opinion that cass or helena would both be better at being batman. bc they dont do this shit #i also think this is tied to his trend of being far more violent when he doesnt have a robin? #like i think that since to him its a warzone. he feels justified in using whatever means necessary to 'ensure he gets home' #nevermind his armor superior weapons and superior skill #i do think it's impossible to read batman as anything other than a metaphor for police violence. well i mean you could but i don't #there's def a conversation to be had regarding hood v batman and similarity to cops but i think batman resembles one far more than hood #even if hood does kill people he doesn't do it the way cops do #but batmans violence without an emotional support child to hold him back.... well. #anyway that's a whole other post lol