[wolfythewitch]

He be talking

[genericpoetryblog]

godddd im back on my bullshit thinking about whalefalls again

specifically the whole speciation/evolutionary stepping stone thing where they allow certain species to move, adapt, and disperse in new environments through the resources that they create simply by dying. Literally hundreds of species take advantage of one when it happens. So many species are fundamentally altered by a resource oasis hundreds of times more effective than marine snow.

fuckkk all im thinking about is shit like. one body. one death. yet a body that, depending on certain conditions, could take up to a CENTURY to be fully returned to the entropy it came from.

That shit can be considered an actual fuckin. Biome. a whole biome in a single creature.

Imagine you, a single cell or near single cell microorganism being the latest in a generational line that spans back so far that your line has evolved and speciated from its origin point before the whale fell.

Imagine you, with a lifespan of days or weeks living in rotting flesh that will presumably take up to a full century to fully consume

Imagine you, your entire bloodline, your whole world living off one body. Alive off of corpse-fat and marrow, consuming your god as it transforms you into something unrecognizable

[awanqi]

a series : sanctus [part 1]

part 2

prints are available!

[awanqi]

Archangel

[myhappycrabitat]

Take the memory, leave the shell! Watch what happens when we return seashells to the beach & marine hermit crabs!

Seashells are so important to beaches for a whole host of reasons.

🐚Over-shelling can affect hermit crabs because it reduces the availability of suitable shells for them to inhabit. Hermit crabs rely on empty shells of other creatures for protection and shelter. When there are too few shells available, hermit crabs may be forced to inhabit inadequate shells & pollution as homes, which can hinder their growth and make them more vulnerable to predators and environmental stressors. This can ultimately impact their survival and reproductive success.

🐚Shells provide homes or attachment surfaces for algae, sea grass, sponges, coral and a host of other microorganisms.

🐚Animals such as decorator crabs and octopus use shells as camouflage and many fish use shells as hiding places to avoid predators.

🐚Shells help to stabilize beaches and anchor seagrass.

🐚Shells are used by shorebirds to build nests.

🐚When shells break down, they provide nutrients for the organisms living in the sand or for those that build their own shells. (Shells are a major source of calcium.) I’m a firm believer in when we know better, we do better. I once shelled, and then when I learned all of this, I returned all shells that were not sprayed with a clear varnish to the beach & watched the marine hermit crabs go wild changing shells that were so needed!

[awanqi]

a series : sanctus [part 2]

part 1

prints are available!

[k0sher]

jewish vintage social justice buttons - x

[kosmogrl]

[holy-ring]

one of the most interesting side effects from being so close to lucifer is i practically feel like i'm suffocating if i'm not constantly researching or learning something new. i love to learn, but i promise u he made it so much worse.

[ancientcharm]

Religious devotion in ancient Rome and modern Italy. 

The Lararium: a Roman Legacy.

Lararium (home shrine). House of the Red Walls,Pompeii. Photo by Umberto Cesino.

Votive chapel devoted to the Holy Virgin of Oropa and some Saints near Nelva, a village in Callabiana municipality (BI, Italy).  Photo by  F. Ceragioli /cc by-sa 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

Lararium from Pompeii. Photo by  ArchaiOptix, cc by-sa 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons.  

Capitello votivo. Photo by Pepin Soldano (Public Domain)

Lararium in the House of the Tragic Poet, Pompeii (Unknown author)

 Aedicule dedicated to the Madonna dating back to 1600, located in the hamlet of Sola in the municipality of Fara Olivana con Sola. Photo by Luca Giovanni Bertini cc by-sa 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

[argonavta]

Greco-Roman curse doll

2nd century CE

[beardless-bearded-vulture]

X-ray details - tiger claw, beaver tail, toco toucan head, flamingo legs

Pictures: Oregon Zoo

[teaboot]

I feel like pirating media that isn’t sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldn’t be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology

[xnoctifers-eveningx]

Valentine's on Venus Day :)

[catie-does-things]

I’ve yet to see St. Valentine’s skull on tumblr this year so here you go:

happy optional memorial of saint valentine, bishop and martyr

[bronzeageecho]

kneeling bull holding a spouted vessel | ca. 3100–2900 BCE | proto-elamite

in the met museum collection

[astranemus]

Your body is an ancestor. Your body is an altar to your ancestors. Every one of your cells holds an ancient and anarchic love story. Around 2.7 billion years ago free-living prokaryotes melted into one another to form the mitochondria and organelles of the cells that build our bodies today. All you need to do to honor your ancestors is to roll up like a pill bug, into the innate shape of safety: the fetal position. The curl of your body, then, is an altar not just to the womb that grew you, but to the retroviruses that, 200 million years ago taught mammals how to develop the protein syncytin that creates the synctrophoblast layer of the placenta. Breathe in, slowly, knowing that your breath loops you into the biome of your ecosystem. Every seven to ten years your cells will have turned over, rearticulated by your inhales and exhales, your appetites and proclivity for certain flavors. If you live in a valley, chances are the ancient glacial moraine, the fossils crushed underfoot, the spores from grandmotherly honey fungi, have all entered into and rebuilt the very molecular make up of your bones, your lungs, and even your eyes. Even your lungfuls of exhaust churn you into an ancestor altar for Mesozoic ferns pressurized into the fossil fuels. You are threaded through with fossils. Your microbiome is an ode to bacterial legacies you would not be able to trace with birth certificates and blood lineages. You are the ongoing-ness of the dead. The alembic where they are given breath again. Every decision, every idea, every poem you breathe and live is a resurrection of elements that date back to the birth of this universe itself. Today I realize that due to the miracle of metabolic recycling, it is even possible that my body, somehow, holds the cells of my great-great grandmother. Or your great-great grandmother. Or that I am built from carbon that once intimately orchestrated the flight of a hummingbird or a pterodactyl. Your body is an ecosystem of ancestors. An outcome born not of a single human thread, but a web of relations that ripples outwards into the intimate ocean of deep time.

Your Body is an Ancestor, Sophie Strand