survive and flourish

ficlet: your whisper stilled my heart

I haven’t written any fae stuff for this fandom and that’s a goddamn atrocity. I intend to fix this and properly live up to my legacy. 

This is just an idea for now but something I’m hoping to expand upon later. 

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summary: The fey must be careful what– and who– they steal. 

warnings: Kidnapping, hints of child grooming. 

If you believe the tales of changelings, you believe that the fey prey upon golden-haired cherubs, the precious human children coveted for their softness, their innocence, the blind trust they put in whoever holds them to care them, provide what they need to survive and thrive and flourish. 

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And there’s nothing more fascinating than a girl who knows how to love, even after all the trauma ensued. She faced each day with a hope, a hope so deep in her soul that even the devil himself could not take it away from her. She danced with evils and laid with nightmares and survived and flourished and fought her way to the top of wherever she wanted to be. She is resilient in its finest form and she will be momentarily damaged, but she will never be broken.
—  From a Book I’ll Never Write #43
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Nisqually -- The Poldark Prairie Saga, Part II - mmmuse - Poldark - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 7: Reconciliation and Renewal (direct link to the chapter here)
Fandom: Poldark - All Media Types, Poldark (TV 2015)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Demelza Carne/Ross Poldark, Dwight Enys/Caroline Penvenen
Characters: Ross Poldark, Demelza Carne, Dwight Enys, Caroline Penvenen, Original Characters, Joshua Robinson, Betsy Robinson, Helen MacGowan, Drake Carne, Geoffrey Charles Poldark, Richard MacGowan
Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Animal Death
Summary:

Join the Poldarks, their family and friends as they battle treacherous river crossings, time and the elements to establish their new homestead in the Nisqually of Washington Territory, learning what it takes to survive and flourish in this rugged new country.

It’s been about a year since I separated from my abusive ex. He was a disgusting racist, transphobic piece of shit that cheated on me and made me relapse into self harm. But I’m damn proud of myself that I’ve made it this far without him. Now I have better friends, an awesome and supportive partner, and I don’t dread seeing my ex every day just so he could get mad at me for being sad or tired (symptoms of my depression) or make me feel like nothing. I thought I couldn’t live without him. But I survived. I thrived. I flourished.

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Bestiary - Fennec

The fennec - sometimes referred to as a white fox - is a small, dog-like creature with large, tufted ears and a bushy tail.  The fennec’s delicate features and timid nature may give it an impression of frailty, but this is not necessarily the case.  Though neither strong nor vicious, the fennec has proven to be extremely adaptable, able to survive and flourish in a wide variety of environments. 

Fennecs are occasionally hunted for fur, the demand for which is dictated by the whims of Orlesian fashion.  Attempts have also been made to keep fennecs as pets, though, for the most part, the species has proven resistant to true domestication.

A group of fennecs is called a tangle.

An extraterrestrial visitor examining the differences among human societies would find those differences trivial compared to the similarities.

Our lives, our past and our future are tied to the sun, the moon and the stars. We humans have seen the atoms which constitute all of nature and the forces that sculpted this work and we, who embody the local eyes and ears and thoughts and feelings of the cosmos, have begun to wonder about our origins – star stuff contemplating the stars, organized collections of ten billion billion billion atoms, contemplating the evolution of nature, tracing that long path by which it arrived at consciousness here on the planet earth.

Our loyalties are to the species and to the planet. Our obligation to survive and flourish is owed not just to ourselves but also to that cosmos ancient and vast from which we spring.

We are one species. We are star stuff harvesting star light.

—  Carl Sagan (1934 – 1996)

I discussed this Minkuri headcanon a long time ago with dragonreine, but hadn’t had time to write it up until now. 

Clear is the kind of man who wants community. He wants to be connected to others. Had Mink’s people survived, he would have flourished in their presence, becoming part of a ready-made family group with brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts. Even knowing that Mink’s people are gone, Clear reaches out to the community, becoming involved in selling at farmers’ markets, potlucks, even getting involved at the local rest home to help cheer up elderly and veterans. 

But this is not enough for Clear. He begins to think about a family of his own with the man he loves. 

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“Water, water, water…there is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount, a perfect ratio of water to rock, of water to sand, insuring that wide, free, open, generous spacing among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes the arid West so different from any other part of the nation. There is no lack of water here, unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.”


Can’t help but think of Escalante while reading passages from Desert Solitaire. You won’t catch me spending any longer than a week in the heat of a Utah desert, not my cup of tea, but after spending quality time in the backcountry of these desolate lands I have an overwhelming respect for all life dwelling here. At first glance it may not seem that a damn thing could survive, let alone flourish in such harsh conditions, but you couldn’t be further from the truth. 🌵🔥🌵

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Roy: I need sex, Sonia.
Sonia: And I need sleep, Roy. You know, maybe you could take care of things yourself instead of barging in here in the middle of the night and- 
Roy: It’s okay, hon. I didn’t come in here to pester you. I know you’re not into dick, I get it. I just wanted to tell you in the spirit of being honest and open that I’m just going to duck out and see a female acquaintance for an hour or so.
Sonia: What are you talking about? Who?
Roy: Nobody important. Just a fuck buddy. You know honey, I’ve been thinking that maybe you’re right, and a marriage can have more than two people in it and be able to survive. Flourish, even. Well? Aren’t you impressed by my new found maturity and broad-mindedness? I dunno. You don’t look very impressed.
Sonia is wide-awake now and struggling to sit up. She is wearing a strapless pink and black corset thing that Roy thinks makes her look like a pinup girl from the 50s. Damn.
Sonia: Can’t you grab your laptop and go look at some pornography or something like a normal married man?
Roy: I’m not a normal married man, am I? For a start, I’m married to a woman who for years was in denial about being sexually attracted to other women. Whatever. This is about me. I need human interaction. I need hugs. I need to feel warm skin next to mine. I need to be kissed, for fuck’s sake. You’re alright, you probably enjoyed all those things with Genevieve today. In the meantime I’m left high and dry in the guest bedroom. Anyway, I’d better get going. I’ll probably only be an hour or so. 
He turns towards the door. One step, two step, three-
Sonia: Roy. Don’t…ugh.
Roy: Don’t what, hon?
Sonia: GOD. I don’t know how you always manage to manipulate me. You know what I’m going to say.
Roy: Can I still hear you say it?
Sonia: Fine. Don’t go, Roy. Stay. There, I said it. Are you happy now?
Roy: If you’re happy, I’m happy, hon. Happy wife, happy life. Isn’t that what they say?

An extraterrestrial visitor examining the differences among human societies would find those differences trivial compared to the similarities.

Our lives, our past and our future are tied to the sun, the moon and the stars. We humans have seen the atoms which constitute all of nature and the forces that sculpted this work; and we, who embody the local eyes and ears and thoughts and feelings of the cosmos, have begun to wonder about our origins — star stuff contemplating the stars, organized collections of 10 billion billion billion atoms, contemplating the evolution of nature, tracing that long path by which it arrived at consciousness here on the planet Earth. Our loyalties are to the species and to the planet. Our obligation to survive and flourish is owed not just to ourselves but also to that cosmos ancient and vast from which we spring.

We are one species.
We are star stuff harvesting star light.

—  Carl Sagan, 1934 - 1996
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Surviving Pride: Remember That the LGBT Rights Movement Was Born In Response to Terrorism
After the Orlando shooting, the LGBT community needs to look to our radical activist past.

What’s changed between Stonewall, the Upstairs Lounge, and Pulse? Plenty. But what’s more urgent are the things that have stayed the same.

It’s time we do away with the “surviving is thriving” adage because thriving is thriving, and it’s not enough to simply survive—we deserve to flourish like everyone else.

We live now in a world without frontiers to the unknown, one intensively-investigated planet with a pooling civilization, converging cultures, a single mode of production, and a fragile but enduring peace between states (if one still marred by inherently temporary imperial adventures, civil wars, ethnic divisions, dictatorial excesses, and governance collapses). Human societies also operate within a single global ecosystem, from whose patterns of development there is (and can be) no escape. Perhaps the single best hope for the survival and flourishing of humanity lies in the development of our knowledge – about ‘natural’ systems; and about the complex systems that we have ourselves built and the ways in which we behave within them.
—  Bastow et al - ‘The Impact of the Social Sciences: How academics and their research makes a differences‘ (2014)

The revolutionary movement is an immediate product of the material conditions of Capital, not an ideal to be realized because we ‘like it’ or ‘believe in it’. Communism emerges from our lived experience of alienation, of the essential tensions of Capitalism, not from political theorizing, which can only serve to frame our experiences. It constitutes the complete annihilation of all previously existing social relations, all knowledges which serve the interests of bourgeois State power, all vestiges of class society. Class antagonism is not an opinion; class war is necessary, on an infinitely basic level, for our survival and flourishing.

Reasons Your Soul will never be settled.

Money Fucks Up Everything.
Love Fucks Up Everything.


Money is necessary to Flourish and Survive
Love is necessary to Flourish and Survive

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POLITICAL THEORY - Niccolò Machiavelli

Machiavelli’s name is a byword for immorality and political scheming. But that’s deeply unfair. This was simply a political theorist interested in the survival and flourishing of the state.

By: The School of Life.