In Abandoned Home A Withered Plant Awaits Me.

This post I want to dedicate to the earth.

I rarely meet her myself because the city surrounds me.

But I love her. And I know exactly that a lot of people in my country have with her much deeper connection. They work with her putting in this a massive amount of time and efforts. They take care of her and appreciate her - for the fruitfullness and for the fact that she just exists. Earth is if not sacred (or is it) than at least definitely very important. We owe her a lot.

That is why it's very hurtful for me to read some of news which regularly appear since the beginning of russian full scale invasion. I wrote down a few:

· russian troops are digging tranches and building fortifications along the perimeter of Zaporizhzhia nuclear power plant.

· occupants blew up the ammunition near the power unit, and that started a fire (this power plant is biggest in Europe, damage of its explosion would be worse than one of Chornobyl disaster).

· russian missile flew dangerously low above South Ukraine nuclear power plant.

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· occupants launched a missile strike on the chemical plant and hit a cistern with nitric acid.

· because of fighting there was an ammonia leak. Cloud is moving above the grounds.

· during bombings russia destroyed the only in Ukraine and one of the biggest in Europe gene bank of plants where more than 160 thousands varieties from the whole world were preserved.

· a cholera outbreak started in occupied Mariupol.

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· occupants shelled a tractor working in the field - driver was seriuosly injured.

· russian troops destroyed by missile strike an elevator which was able to preserve up to 30 thousands tons of grain.

· russia stole more than 400 thousands tons of grain on temporarily occupied territories of Ukraine - this can lead to the famine in some regions and in the number of countries. Now russia's trying to sell the stolen.

This is outrageous disrespect for others' work and for how much to this work the earth had given. This is awful unconcern for environment, nature, soil. This is selfishness which has no boundaries - only to show their illusive power and satisfy the ego - their or their master's - people are ready to cause a destruction scaled like nuclear explosion.

How many more tortures this earth is able to endure?

These two fellas are leprechaun Sean Devine and trooping fairy Count Grogan. The story says they hate each other - not just because of the ages-old rivalry between their clans, but also on a purely personal level. 

And you know what, I don't buy it, 'cause this supposed interpersonal hatred looks like silent longing and repressed desire™. 

When another one of their fights goes too far, they both end up in the underworld. And I think this is the perfect opportunity for them to take a deep breath, calm down and face the truth - they feel something... and it's not hate.

Ah dear friend I remember the night

The moon and the dreams we shared

Edits are mine, the quote is from "Beauty and the Beast" by Nightwish.

Made this to end the year meaningfully, for not only is that fun, but it's also a manifestation. Bonbora is alive. ♡

Plus totally unrelated XD but I wanna share this wonderful vintage quote I found:

They [fairies] live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are. ♡♡♡

J.M. Barrie "Peter Pan"

Supernatural

Harvelle`s Roadhouse

Mirror can't stand the real face of russian soldier.

POV: You come back home tired and forceless wishing only to sit a little in calm silent dark without being disturbed by any soul. But there is someone home, and they want to talk to you, to chat, to gossip, to rattle. Immediately.

Fairies Wear Boots

Fanfic illustration.

Description of the scene:

Axl and Mick come to life after a salvation from being by a hair's breadth of death in jaws of the wicked supernatural creature.

Иллюстрация к фанфику:

https://ficbook.net/readfic/2706226/18604110#part_content

Art blocked.

Phantom in the mirror