reblog and put in the tags the first song that comes into your mind when i say 'nightcore'. mine is angel with a shotgun
"And ending the wait in gender-affirming healthcare is a way of ending the HIV epidemic. We can be the generation that ends the HIV epidemic. We can do it by 2030."
"And ending the wait in gender-affirming healthcare is a way of ending the HIV epidemic. We can be the generation that ends the HIV epidemic. We can do it by 2030. We can be the first country in the world to do it. And it can be the first time we've stopped a virus in its tracks without a vaccine, without a cure. This is our job. We cannot let ourselves down, we cannot let people out there down. We've got to do it together."
Medicalization, mutilation and sterilization is the solution to HIV? And people are actually cheering it? At Pride? What the actual goddamn fucking dystopian bullshitting damn fuck?
Source: twitter.com
i wish every arsonist a very die a horrible violent death
The only one deserving to die in a fire is the arsonist who lit it up
And those morally responsible as arsonists don't always work on their own - someone puts them up to it.
And in this case, given the circumstances with the government's desires to put wind turbines in several spots that have now been destroyed (or make resorts), do we really have to wonder who that is? And who deserves to be punished?
Wow Zelensky is selling Ukraine's public assets for cheap
Which path should he choose?
The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?
he should wander away and have a picnic while he thinks about what path to choose
Great idea! But where should he have the picnic?
Under the tree, or under the old fort?
By the sea, so he can enjoy the sound of the waves
A lovely choice!
Should he build a sandcastle to pass the time? Or perhaps go fishing?
Perhaps he could collect shells he finds interesting
Sounds fun!
Which shell should he pick up?
This one
That's not a shell, it's a tiny earpiece.
Should he listen to music? Or to the mysterious pre-recorded message?
He should give it back to the crab in the largest shell, they thought they had lost their wave-pod and are grateful he found it!
The crab wants to give a gift in return.
Should he accept the gift of power, or the gift of knowledge?
the gift of friendship :)
Friendship acquired!
Should they celebrate with pizza or ice cream?
The crab friend cannot eat either of those! Let's split a nice seaweed salad instead. :)
So many options!
Should they get tossed salad, wiggly salad, or spiky salad?
Seasar salad
Nothing beats getting it straight from the source
Should they use scissors or claws to cut the seaweed?
What about that sword in the first panel?
The circle is complete.
Through choices, friendship, and salad, he found his way to the path of the warrior. But he won't walk it alone.
Their path is just beginning, but this story is over.
Thank you to everyone who participated!
Just found out if you hold the note button instead of just quickly tapping it, it does this :}
I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended
#Don't inflate reblog's value yall#reblogs are for the tumblr economy - for the redistibution of goods to the public - for the ecosystem!#For example: it can be used to extract and bring to light anew heritage posts#But reblogs are also one of the way you present yourself on tumblr (likes can be hidden reblogs can't)#Sometimes the art they produce is what I like#other times is the blog whom I want to know and follow for the vibes and the takes they have#and it's all submersed by a horde of casual reblogs#I understand and agree to the reblogpressing though#It's like at an art gallery you can enter and watch: that's the like for art#or you can enter watch and took a copy for your house: that's the simple reblog for art#I don't like my home too cluttered or to open-spaced for everything sorry (subjective as fuck! you do you)#Likes are for tumblr packbonding and a necessity#the salute/small talk of tumblr#Animals in a pack or in a social sphere need to salute each other#to feel the: I see you#People like and reblog from the dash/tag/public outside or from the blogs/private inside and sometimes they clash#I think separating likes as a post acknowledgement and likes as a chronology checkmark could be useful
one thing I like about Tumblr is, in 2019 I reblogged a piece of art from 2017 of a book written in 2015 and Yesterday in 2022 someone liked it, and this is how this website is supposed to work, I have art made this week in my queue next to stuff from 2014, 2013, 2012, hell even 2011, sometimes I post 10-11 year old fan art from accounts that haven't been active since before One Direction broke up. Nothing is ever truly dead and gone on here, you can always dust off an old treasure and say "hey gang look at this!" other social media isn't set up like that, if you wonder why it feels like The Batman was released 100 years ago, its because corporate media wants you to move on! go to the NEW THING! BUY! etc but hey guess what I have fan art of Battinson being emo in my queue. So if you're a fan artist, writer, gif maker, or just fan who wants to gush, guess what, here, here we're still spreading around old art, gif sets and someone will be happy you made something new in the tag
This is a bit random, but I wanna share some thoughts here for a second about the anxiety of being inactive.
Why do so many apologize for being inactive (myself included)? Why do so many get anxious about being offline for too long? Why do so many feel guilty for needing to take a step back from social media for their own health and wellbeing?
I think it’s partly because of the 24/7 internet culture pressuring us to be active all the time. There’s also the constant FOMO spurring us to stay active. But then there’s the social factor.
We humans thrive in communities, and in order to stay in a community, we need to be liked, and we fear that being inactive will cause others to dislike us. That we’ll anger someone for not replying in time. That we’re letting others down for not being present or creating content.
Or even worse … that our presence won’t even be missed. That in the time we’re gone … we’ll be forgotten.
But the thing is, we’re humans. We’re all busy with our own lives. Sometimes we do forget people. Somtimes we remember and miss them. And sometimes we forget, but we’re happy to have them back!
At the end of the day though, asking ourselves whether risking our mental, physical, or emotional health to be active in order to placate anxieties that hold little validity is something I think is worth asking.
Realizing you can never get your time back literally reframes everything. You can waste your time in a relationship that’s doomed to fail / scared to make moves for that one opportunity / obsessing over a crush you don’t have the guts to approach / waiting for someone who might never be what you want them to be, but by the time it’s all said and done there genuinely is nothing that could be done to rewind the clock. Nothing. It’s just done
This is why I find the notion that “hearts can’t mend themselves” incredibly overrated. They literally can & we should just say it. You can recover from rejection. You can move on from being told no. What’s hard to come back from is spending months (if not years) obsessing over a person, if not the idea of them crafted in your head. There’s no honor that comes w spending your time waiting on a person btw. No medal or accolades to show for it at the end of your life. There’s just the end of your life. You can come back from heartbreak, but you can never come back from wasted time
How long do I have to fight with myself? And for what? Is there any cause? Because I'm done creating decisions one night and breaking them in the morning? I forget things easily, as if they never happened to me, as if I've never gotten hurt, or as if I've never decided to get out of my bed or get away from things. I also forgive people easily, as if they were not the reason I left. That's how I hurt myself without even realising it.
But now I'm tired of this; I'm tired of putting myself behind every day. I have to take some steps to put my life together. It's just that I can't. And who is stopping me? The answer is always me. It creates a fear in me: why do I have to face myself every day as the one who is responsible for my downfall? That's how I hate mirrors.
And by doing that, I'm not helping myself to become better; I'm becoming worse than I ever was. It feels like I don't need other people in my life to hurt me. So I stopped meeting people. That's how I turned into an introvert.
I don't speak; I don't listen. And whatever I listen to, it doesn't stay in my mind, as if it's a tunnel in which nothing stays-neither love nor feelings. It's always empty whenever I try to find something in it. Just some tangle of thoughts that I think I can't solve.
I can't solve it because I don't have the courage to face myself and blame everything on me. But I want to know how long I have to keep myself hidden under some excuse that I created because I was once a kid who didn't get love.
- Sohrab Amaan
Problemi di oggi, problemi di sempre
If I go into one more restaurant and see a qr code menu I'm gonna puke like sorry but nope! No! That's not easier! Menus are already reusuable just give me one! Easy five second interaction. What if my phone is bad at qr codes? What if I'm on a low battery? Paper, paper, paper. A hard copy. Physical objects lets get this bread. Ordering through the app when you're sitting at the restaurant is even worse!!! The boomers are right about this one.
When Toni Morrison said the grandeur of life is the attempt, not the solution… And how she went on to explain that it’s about behaving as beautifully as one can under completely impossible circumstances. The power that has, you know? It’s really just the making room for what breathes in the presence of the attempt. In the coming-to-be.
sactra
This is the one.
Q: How do you survive whole in a world where we’re all victims of something?“
Ms. Morrison: Ummm, how do you survive whole–I can’t do this quickly, for one–how can you survive whole and when we’re victims of something, um. You know that’s a nice fat, eastern/western philosophical question about ‘how do you get through’?
Sometimes you don’t survive whole, you just survive in part. But the grandeur of life is that attempt, it’s not about that solution.
It is about being as fearless as one can, behaving as beautifully as one can, under completely impossible circumstances. It’s that, that makes it elegant. Good is more interesting. More complex, more demanding.
Evil is silly. It may be horrible but at the same time it’s not a compelling idea: it’s predictable, it needs a tuxedo, it needs blood, it needs fingernails, it’s all that costume, in order to get anybody’s attention.
But the opposite, which is survival, blossoming, endurance, those things are just more compelling intellectually, if not spiritually and they certainly are spiritually. This is more fascinating job.
We are already born. We are going to die. So you have to do something interesting that you respect in between.”
PNG is my friend. JPEG is my mentor. WEBP is my sworn enemy
If posting fic online has taught me anything, it’s that I have no idea how the reader will react to anything. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not the faintest clue.
Fics that I think I scribbled off just to get them out there get the kindest, most rapturous feedback. Fics I slaved over, agonized over, bled my soul into get a couple tepid replies. Fics I thought were me revealing the darkness and weird kink that lives in my brain, scared to even post it for fear of judgement, get, “Aaaw that’s so sweet!” replies. Baffling.
My conclusion? You just never know. You really just can’t know. When I did a workshop with 20 other writers I would try to guess what their critique of my story would be and I was right maybe 1 in 20 times. Only one other writer would have the same critique for my story that I had. And it wasn’t even always the same person.
The encouraging part about this is, if self recrimination, the fear that you know what people won’t like about your story, is holding you back, just say fuck it! You’re almost certainly wrong! All you can do is make it the best story you can for the energy you have. And yeah, sometimes that means scribbling it out in an evening and kicking it out to the void of the internet before you can change your mind or worry about editing it more than once because then you’ll never post it.
It’s all chaos, man. You don’t get to decide what the audience thinks. All you can do is create it and put it out there for them to decide.
An abuser denies the abuse ever took place, attacks the person that was abused (often the victim) for attempting to hold the abuser accountable for their actions, and claims that they are actually the victim in the situation, thus reversing what may be a reality of victim and offender. It often involves not just "playing the victim" but also victim blaming.
TL;Dr: Stop pathologizing neurodivergent people and individualizing abuse, and start treating abusers and bullies as a social failing that are products of privilege.
Unless you want to insist that every bitchass who's ever plagued marginalized people has NPD.
He always told me, “You have a responsibility to live in this world. Your responsibility is not just to yourself. You are connected to everyone.” He drilled this into us, to my siblings, “You have each other only. So, if you don’t get along, you fucking work that shit out because we’re not going to be here all the time, and we’re not going to be here forever. You have each other.” So we are close, close, close my siblings.
But then the second thing he said was, “You are interconnected to everyone, because the world doesn’t work without everyone.” You may think that you’re alone, but you’re never actually alone. This was really important because at a very young age that made me understand the importance of collectivity, and that we can’t do anything alone that’s worth it. Everything worthwhile is done with other people. So that became the soundtrack in my head.
- Mariam Kaba, in this interview.
🌳🌲🌳🌳🌲🌳🌳🌳🌲
Tiny forest for your dash
🐿️🦔🦉🐜🕷️
wildlife returning to your dash :)
🌳🦆🌿🌈🌅🐸🌱🌳🦋🌳
Look, there's a small river crossing your dash!
⛰️⛰️🏔️🐏🌲🐐⛰️🌲🦅🏔️⛰️
We're coming up on a mountain range
🌱🌾🌻☘️🌼🌱🏵🌾🌼🐦☘️🌻☘️🌾🌱🏵
Meadow!
🌅🌊🐬🐟🐠🐙🐚🌴
Slowly reaching the coast!
☁️🍃🕊️☁️🐦☁️☁️🦅🦇☁️🦋☁️🌤️
Into the sky
🌌🌙🚀☄️🌌🪐🌟💫🌌🪐🌠🛸
Made it to space!
☢️💥☄️
i killed you all.
🔥🪨🔥🪨🪨🪨🔥🪨🪨🪨🌱🪨🪨🪨🔥🪨🪨🔥🪨🪨🪨🪨🔥
and yet, life remains
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it has a fucking gun