#regenesis

[sidecast-deactivated]

And what came on the screen was a little red something. "That's the baby," maman said, and pointed. "Right there." "Ugh." It clicked with something Ari had seen somewhere. Which was probably tape. It was a kind of a baby.

okay i know that the cyteen fandom must be near nonexistent but please please look at my art

#cyteen #regenesis #ari emory #ariane emory #sci fi #cyteen fanart #cj cherryh

[eternal-learner]

Peter Outerbridge in ReGenesis S1

#thank god for this show #peter outerbridge #regenesis #david sandstrom #dilfgifs #dilfedit #nsft

[rubyloops]

if peter outerbridge has zero fans then i am dead

#yes it’s david sandstrom again #I haven’t watched a regenesis episode in like four weeks I don’t think im gonna make it guys #peter outerbridge #regenesis #david sandström

[rubydoobles]

molecular biologist

#just a little david doodle #ruby stop drawing pouterbridge characters challenge impossible #regenesis #david sandström #peter outerbridge #my art

[probablyasocialecologist]

Behind the causes of food sovereignty and agroecology stands what is arguably the largest social movement in the world. La Via Campesina is an organization of small farmers, founded in 1992 to protest against the World Trade Organization’s incursion into agriculture, which champions social and cultural rights alongside environmental goals. Its members include the Landless Workers Movement in Brazil, the Alliance for Food Sovereignty in Africa and many other local movements. It fights to defend biocultural landscapes against extractive capitals and their captive states. afsa’s members have succeeded in instituting laws combining customary tenure with protection of women and youth rights. Organisations of small farmers like these aim to defend the ecologies and cultures of their territories threatened by corporate power for mines and timber extraction as well as monocultures. Leaders of movements defending land and water are increasingly murdered.

In recent years, La Via Campesina and its allies have won a series of victories at the un and fao, where agroecological principles have been adopted by several committees. The Forest Tenure Funders Group pledged $1.7 billion at cop26 to support indigenous peoples’ tenure rights and forest guardianship. France is now calling for recognition of soils renewed by good farming as carbon sinks, and has pressed the eu to support healthy farming, including agroecology. Naturally, there is the risk of appropriation. ‘Smoke and Mirrors’, a report by the Independent Panel of Experts on Sustainable Food Systems, describes how terms such as ‘nature-based solutions’ and ‘sustainability’ are being used to deflect criticism. Like its fossil allies, agrifood capital is quick to appropriate the language of its critics. The pesticide industry, a leader in spin, today calls itself CropLife.

Monbiot justifies sidelining this global movement on the grounds of low yields. Those who promote agroecology and food sovereignty, he claims, are often ‘yield-blind’, and ‘it’s impossible to feed the world on low-yield agroecology.’ Here and elsewhere, Monbiot relies upon an agronomy whose commitment to modernising agriculture applies narrow measures of efficiency that favour single crops in homogenous fields. Doing so leads him to mismeasure a great deal of what matters to natural systems. The criterion of ‘highest yield on least land’ applies only in fields growing just one crop: yields are much harder to measure in mixed cropping systems, especially those integrated into the dynamics of specific forest, wetland or grassland ecosystems. Monbiot half-acknowledges that ‘sometimes yields from agroecology are higher than from conventional farming’ if everything is counted, and briefly mentions successes in India and Malawi. But to follow this through would undermine his wider prescriptions.

#george monbiot #regenesis #food #farming #agriculture

[scribbles999]

Cutie pie lil Regen💗

#mario rabbids #mario rabbids fanart #mario + rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #mario rabbids sparks of hope fanart #rabbids #rabbids fanart #regenesis #rabbid sparks #sparks #sparks fanart #rabbid spark regenesis

[movietonight]

I'm rewatching the ReGenesis pilot because I remember it to be really "cool concept wild to bad execution"

#Regenesis

[p-perkeys]

So is Kiden ever gonna get resurrected on Krakoa or-

#marvel #laura kinney #wolverine #laura x23 #regenesis #kiden Nixon #Krakoa #comics

[dracwife]

peter outerbridge as david sandstrom, regenesis (2004-2008)

#whatever dude. whatEVER!!!!!!! #the hair FLIP in the first one!!!!! #ugh. #regenesis #peter outerbridge #tvedit #canadian tv #2000sedit #2000s tv #scifiedit #dramaedit #ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ | r. － d.s.

[swallowedabug]

MAYKO NGUYEN ReGenesis 3.04 (2007)

#regenesis #mayko tran #mayko nguyen #maykonguyenedit #my edits #my gif #welcome to my blog i hope you like mayko's face

[michele-847]

I AM SCREAMING

And screaming again because Wendy Crewson’s facial expression reached an impressive level of Lambert Side-Eye™️ in the same episode.

#regenesis #gods help me wendy crewson #i love her #and her voice #geraint wyn davies #peter outerbridge

[godhasheardtruthfully]

Purge This Story 16166: A Horror Short by Sam-Amina Matthew-John Bailey

Purge This Story 16166h Rabi Al Thani 1445 / October '23

The following may be a prophecy of Sam-Amina Matthew-John Bailey. Little remains of information concerning her life (which we believe played out in this place sometime around 1444h) save that she was held to be a seer amongst her people & dedicated this (her transfixative work)”—to Ember. Whom I live to see as a mighty king among my people!”. 

This text is delivered as an appendage of songs of Sam-Amina with this warning:

“BEWARE: creative license in play & truthfully we ourselves face evil inclinations. Still. Never doubt when you have lived to see stranger days.” 

Purge This Story 16166h. Psalm1

Annabelle lived 13 years on Earth before becoming impregnated with a whole new world. 

Purge This Story 16166h. Poem 3

“Woe, whoah! Oh woe… That I had died before (I had met this moment.)” 

Four months on as she dips her honey tanned mitts into high tide waters she’ll remember to say

“Praise God I lived to see this momentous day”. 

Annabelle is naked save for clay of the Earth she smears on her body and the remnants of her thick silken cloak which shimmers green in the sun. She is captivated by her baby’s reflection in the pond water. 

Purge This Story 16166. A dirge. 

“Jesus joy of Mans desiring” she plays.

Annabelle’s a gifted cellist who doesn’t see herself as first chair, much less a violinist. Annabelle lacks the charisma she perceives of the violists while reveling in their recklessness.

Besides, Annabelle greatly prefers her private repertoire. The unplayable (sans scorn from others if they could hear). Oh well. Anything is preferable to Annabelle over the piercing pitch that punctuates her skull when the yielding heard of E stringers tune their machines. 

Simmering in the clef with the bassists Annabelle is no choir singer. An ever on Earth orphaned woman. So long as Annabelle remembers her birth parents are no more. The tales she hears shift. Sometimes a boating accident becomes being eaten by a fish. Life goes on. 

She grows up in The Church. On her worst days she screams 

“I swear to God these people! (Are consuming me, as if I myself were the fattest among the cattle calfs being buttered up for a burnt offering or the wafers served beside wine.) 

This was a life lived in vanity. Horsehairs dragged across suspended metals. The soft/steel meeting is lubricated by imported jade rosin. 

Purge This Story 16166. An Admonition (& forgiveness!) 

Young Annabelle is foolish & fears January as if it possesses the might of God Himself. She is correct, however, in her calculation that the death making angels of Allah themselves are roosting upon her threshold. 

All her virgin life on Earth Annabelle never uttered, or even comprehended, her peoples dominant tongue. Most language utterly escaped her. Her every thought of talking vanished.  Sincere attempts to meet the most pleading, violent, or romantic of advances that this woman ‘aught speak given sanity or reason dissolved upon her most strident attempts at application. Precisely like a dream wherein one finds themselves holding on to the memory of screaming in a universe that physically commands its silence. A cruel muscle memory? 

With quiet comes forgetting. Sometimes Annabelle likes this. 

It is no man that inseminates her. No baby which Annabelle begets.   

Purge This Story 16166 Never Speak of This

He Dog arrived about as soon as Annabelle is granted memory. The Smoking Man she perceives in the closet calls out to her with names worse than the like of herself. Words others pick up. 

This causes her to seek otherworldly refuge. She wonders at first if it is not Satan living in the vent just above the top bunk of the twin bed at the first place where she lived on 16th Court - With the last nearest thing to a family she experienced before being brought to this place.

         “No” she succumbs to telling herself. 

“This is He Dog”.

He Dog is minute but menacing. Rich curls of brown fur with red yellow marbled eyes. Two feet and half one inch upright. 

He Dog speaks an ancient dialect Annabelle alone comprehends well and appears to understand the whispers of her heart. 

Annabelle is immediately trained never to mention He Dog by the reactions of those around her when she shares her experiences. 

“It is okay.” She lies to herself. “He Dog understands me”. In this Annabelle is not entirely wrong. 

Purge This Story 16166 So much for my (/boundaries). 

Ballad, The town of Annabelle’s birth, Is built on a peninsula. The boundary between her people and God knows what exists in the beyond is bordered up by a thicket of trees, reeds, marshy waters and marked by a blood stained rock left by the ancestors of the towns inhabitants. Songs & epics passed through the ages of her people all warning against even nearing the shrub gates into the damp woods of the lost.

Annabelle misinterprets He Dogs ability to quietly listen to her as signs she’s found a beneficent friend. All he’s done yet is listen quietly and murmur to her in a dialect so foreign it’s one of the few things she recognizes. 

She takes him on a walk, one of the many rituals he enforces coercively at the face of maintaining his friendship with Annabelle. This may as well be protection to Annabelle. Under duress Annabelle begins to believe she must do this. 

Purge This Story 16166 Busted

Annabelle doesn’t recognize the urgency of her hunger until pale moonlight is hours past being all that’s left of the sun. Moon beams gently punctuate the pitch black canopy of trees above her. It isn’t her sight Annabelle is following, rather He Dog, who appears to have caught scent of something himself. 

Leaves are all that’s slick under her bare calloused feet. If rough skin sheathes the musician from the hot friction of metal cords on their fingertips what are twigs to Annabelles feet? Cuts to her skin when a Psalm is composed of more than just notes inked on paper? 

“He Dog No! Please!”

The blood soaked stone is rendered dimly visible by daybreak. He Dog is arrested by the border stone. Narcissus mugging himself in the pond water couldn’t be more hellishly captivated as He Dog & that boundary rock. There’s something so transfixing about the forbidden, the vain, the deadly. Annabelle must now learn why that is for herself. 

Fatigue escapes to amazement as soon as Annabelle sees, truly realizes what she is perceiving from before her mahogany eyes, the engraved markings which drink up an inheritance of spilt blood. Even dried up viscous remnants of life don’t cover this up: They make the shape of the sounds she hears. Annabelle is beginning to comprehend literacy. 

Docile no more. He Dog reveals all the ravenous might he’s been biding. “YOU MUST DO THIS ANNABELLE” he gruff’s while biting at her hands. “You are going to do this Annabelle. Listen to me. LISTEN TO ME” he bites at her feet. He Dog is growling.

Purge This Story 1666: Re: Genesis. 

It was fast all too much for Annabelle whose tears of grief overcome her ’til her head rest a’slumber on the stone. 

Annabelle dreams of a deliverance. She sees faces gathering around her. Beautiful perfumed ones with gold sashes & Biblically bright pupils. They are different from the people around town, though many townsfolk are there as well. This company is welcoming of her and feeding her grapes, juicy pomegranate seeds, honey buttered slabs of bread. 

They take her home. To the one she remembers. 

Daybreak anew. And her physical condition is worse for 24 hours of ware. He Dog is grumbling.

“Bell… You know you’re going to do as I command you”. 

She understands perfectly what is written on the rock. She’s spent hours cautiously mesmerized by its recitation. It’s lost meaning to her whether or not He Dog comprehends what lays ahead of her if… 

“Annabelle! Annabelle.”

A new voice. Beautifully carried by the damp morning air. She hears a princess, 

“Annabelle I am here with you”

She hears a Queen. 

Annabelle lifts her loosely braided crown of yellow hairs from the rock, now damp with her spit, snot, and tears along with the ever stubborn blood. She is realizing this voice progenies from her shadow. What is left of her after the sun cuts her body with its ancient starlight.

It takes seven minutes for light to travel at its namesake speed from the surface of the sun to the face of the Earth. It takes thousands of years for the same light to travel from the core of the Sun to its launching surface. Layers of fusion and convection in viscous plasma temper starlight for such a moment. 

It takes Annabelle like no time at all to at least try to seize that God cursed stone once she comprehends her shadows news:

“Do not be scared any longer. I am here. I am telling you to do this.”

The rock is heavy, sunken and grown over into the crust of the Earth. Annabelle appears weak, vulnerable. But she screams. A guttural primal force gathering howl and she picks up that rock.

Annabelle bares it. She thrusts it behind her from across her breasts. Annabelles lungs expand with mossy oxygen. She hurls herself into the unfathomable. Annabelles eyes are beaming in the face of what is ruinous.

Purge This Story 16166 Four Months Later 

Annabelle is amazed at how well her stitches are healing. How soft He is.

#horror #story #short #fiction #queer #Muslim #Christian #Halal Halloween #God Loving Horror #trans #furrycore #transgender #writing #writers of tumblr #The Church #shadows #Starlight #science #stars #regenesis #Satan #666 #111 #Sam-Amina #Matthew-John #Bailey #scary story #colorado #queen #psalm

[eternal-learner]

Peter Outerbridge as David Sandstrom ReGenesis S1E2

#peter outerbridge #david sandstrom #regenesis #tummy in 4th gif 👀 #mine

[rubyloops]

trying to spread the regenesis propaganda so im posting my silly david sandstrom edit !!

oohh you wanna watch canadian tv show regenesis so badly oooh (saying while dangling peter outerbridge in front of your face)

#he’s absolutely gorgeous in it per usual !!! #please watch regenesis. i need to talk about it with somebody #peter outerbridge #regenesis #david sandstrom #my edit

[rubydoobles]

who up david they sandstrom

(fully expecting this to get seen by no one but somebody’s gotta doodle him!!)

#regenesis #peter outerbridge #david sandstrom #my art #thank you for everything canadian tv show regenesis

[probablyasocialecologist]

Climates, soil types, land topography, indigenous and most appropriate crops and breeds of livestock, access to capital and inputs, cultural traditions and nutritional status of local people, vary so greatly between countries – and even regions within countries – that no single solution is even vaguely appropriate for all situations. If we consider the UK, which is the focus of at least some of Monbiot’s claims, there have actually been very few organic versus conventional beef studies. However, what may possibly be the only detailed study of organic versus conventional beef in the UK found, in contrast to Monbiot’s claims of a higher carbon footprint for organic beef, that it was actually lower, 13.46 kg of CO2-equivalent per kg of meat at the farmgate, compared with 15.028 kg for conventional beef.

[...]

Overgrazing is clearly harmful, but reducing the value of livestock to efficiency in terms of land-use or emissions, plays into the hands of the intensive livestock industry and neglects the many benefits which grazing livestock can provide, nutritionally and for biodiversity, as recognised by Natural England and the RSPB. Monbiot himself acknowledges that low intensity grazing can be vital for ecosystem restoration, as demonstrated by the Knepp Estate, (which has recently announced the development of an accompanying regenerative farm), but important biodiversity benefits are also found with more productive extensive grazing. Grazing livestock have the ability to alter the sward structure of grassland (without the need for machinery) and deposit dung which is vital for promoting plant species diversity and maintaining the many species of dung beetles, which provide a wide range of ecosystem services, including underpinning food chains for bats, birds, badgers and other mammals. Rather than being seen as ‘inefficient’ these types of grassland systems could be thought of as providing sustainable quantities of highly nutritious food while conserving rare and endangered plant and animal species.

[...]

There is also the question of what would happen to farming and rural communities (and in particular, those engaged in livestock production) under the ‘end all livestock production’ scenario Monbiot envisages. He recognises that this would be an “extremely disruptive” change that would require a just transition to ensure that farmers would find better paid work elsewhere – something which “given the dire economics of livestock farming”, he believes “might not be a high bar to jump”.

However, with over 1 billion people engaged in the rearing, processing and sale of livestock worldwide, and more than half of this number reliant on livestock for their livelihoods, characterising the end of all livestock production as something that can be relatively easily managed sounds rather glib. Given the socio-economic importance of livestock in low income countries in particular, (and especially for women), the transition Monbiot envisages carries the risk of achieving the exact opposite of a just transition. And while he is right to point out the enormous harm that intensive livestock farming has caused to many indigenous communities, his claim that the end of all livestock production could allow indigenous people to “reclaim and restore their lands” completely ignores the fact that livestock are key to the livelihoods and identities of many indigenous peoples, especially in dryland regions where crops can fail completely during prolonged droughts – 100-200 million people worldwide are engaged in nomadic pastoralism and transhumance.

#Regenesis #food #farming #agriculture #meat