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Reblog to give an asexual a treat

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

Shrub Berry is an expert on finding home.

For a time, she didn’t think this could be true. After all, you can only spend so many hours languishing over maps and asking wild animals if they’ve seen any ‘twisted mushroom people’ before you start to lose the plot.

She’d never considered herself an expert on anything before she washed up along the Undergrove. Back then it wasn’t a concern.

Of course, things change. Stepping through that portal in hopes of finding Home, she’d resigned herself to having no lead, no prayers— only hope. Just like she’d done all those years ago, fleeing from carnage.

Time is different in the nether. She doesn’t know how long it took for her to find her people once more, only that she felt older when she did. But maybe that was less of her age and more of a symptom of leaving.

It didn’t matter. She was home. It was time to rest and love and be with the people her heart had ached to find all this time. And yet, it still ached.

She wasn’t without love or health. There wasn’t a single ailment that besmirched her. For now until forever gave away, Shrub would be with her family, her people, her home.

So why did she still hurt?

It’s a predicament that she wrestles with near daily. That is, until she finds a lone traveller circling the outside of her portal long after nature has reclaimed it.

“Excuse me!” The traveller asks, twisting strands of pink hair between her fingertips, “I- I think I might be lost. I don’t know where I am.”

Shrub knows her. Despite the air of unfamiliarity, Shrub could never forget the face of a friend. Even if time and magic had snatched the most noticeable traits away.

“Of course,” She replies, “Where are you from?” It’s a damning question. Shrub remembers being asked it the first day she arrived on this continent. She remembers Lizzie asking it herself. The irony isn’t lost on her.

Lizzie-Not-Lizzie shakes her head, “I don’t know. I have this,” She holds out her palm to show a golden pair of rings glimmering in it’s center. When Shrub looks back up, the manic desperation in Lizzie-Not-Lizzie seems to have grown, “I think I lost something important. Forgot it.”

Shrub closes her hand around the rings, deep in thought. “It’ll be okay!” She smiles, banishing the guilt burning in her gut. It had no place here. “You might not know where you are right now, but I do. And this place is blessed!”

She gestures with a hand around her, “A really really long time ago, a gnome was lost and scared in these lands. Just like you. She got… frustrated a lot at the people around her. Because nature, the gods— No one could bring her home.”

“Did she find it?” Lizzie asks, blinking wide curious eyes.

Shrub grins, “It became one.”

Her grip readjusts, heart warm and full, to hold Lizzie’s hand securely in hers. She didn’t know how many of her friends had disappeared into the fog of unknown. Lost their memories—their lives.

But it would be okay. Because if time has proven anything, it’s that Shrub Berry is an expert at finding Home.

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Making a master list for all the great Hopepunk Solarpunk posts ive seen (IT UPDATES!!)

giving this to my future self

What is Solarpunk? (reddit masterpost)

Hattie Carthan- A 60 year old black women who paved the way (website)

Rules of Guerrilla Gardening (youtube)

Easy way to do Guerrila Gardening (no seed bombs needed) (youtube)

Hope is not mindless optimism

Solar punks are against a shitty future

Deeeefinitely don’t look at the native plants and plant them alongside sidewalks to make the world greener and prettier

How to really make a difference

It is the cohabitation that makes all things beautiful.

Buy Nothing group; becoming a community

Fixing clothes- how to do it

Know your local communities

What if we stop an apocalypse?

Individual action into collective action

Wallgardens- More accessible and less space needed

Gardening for a climate resistance

Social Ecology

Actual solarpunk vs misconception

How to help with little energy/effort

An actual ecovillage!!

Attracting native birds

Amazing Ecovillage (tiktok vid)

Reconstructed Railway Bridge (tiktok vid)

What is Solarpunk? (youtube(

How can we make Solarpunk a reality? (youtube)

A cool guerrilla gardening group (youtube)

How radical gardeners took back centeral city (yourube)

Trees bring rain

Minimalism vs Solarpunk

The first guerrilla gardener (website)

More about Hattie Carthan (website)

Project of homes for homeless

Recommended youruber for Solarpunk

The problem with individualism

California has passed a food law! (Website)

How to be a Druid

Touch starved promps?

touch starved prompts.

oh you like this song? oh you want to dance to it? oh you want to dance to it with me? oh it’s a love song? oh we have to slow dance? oh

A being super confident and like sweet talking B to no extent, and then B just rolls their eyes and leans in and grazes their hand on A’s thigh and they just. straight up stop functioning

“want a massage? i’ve been told that i’m..very good with my hands” *gets a pillow thrown at them*

hiding from someone so they pull themselves into a very tiny area, and both are literally against each other,,,,,

^ them hiding, but B will not fucking shut up and stop panicking. A putting their hand over B’s face and their eyes widen and cheeks are scarlet

playing with their hair.

there’s only one bed, and you will under no circumstances cross your side, or i will make sure you’re six feet under. (in the morning) why are our legs entangled. WHY ARE MY HANDS AROUND YOUR WAIST. why am i turning red.

character B being so desperate, and A is absolutely in awe of the way they come undone so easily

“we should probably go out there” “..yeah just..give me a minute” “oh..oops?” (“you are so paying for this later”)

^ “just think of something else!” “LIKE WHAT” “i don’t know!..pizza or something”

“you just turned three different shades of red in the last 5 minutes”

A pulling B by their waist to get their attention

they’re in a crowded place, and B is holding A so tight and A’s mind is running wild

A wearing B’s clothes. (and them running their cold fingers under their shirt, B’s breath quickening dot dot dot)

This clip is currently living in my brain rent free

THANK YOU SCOTT SMAJOR

THANK YOU SCOTT SMAJOR