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We need everyone's help right now to protect the rainforest and Indigenous People

The Amazon Rainforest is under a massive threat. I know you've heard this a million times, but this is different. There is a piece of legislation that will decimate the rights of Indigenous people of Brazil, who have been protecting the rainforest. It's unfathomably bad. It has majority support. And they're voting tomorrow. As reported here, the Bill allows "the Brazilian government to find energy resources, set up military bases, develop strategic roads, and implement commercial agriculture on protected Indigenous tribal lands, without any prior discussion with the affected peoples."

The thing you can do—and I know this sounds overly simple—is sign this petition—and tell your friends to do the same: SIGN HERE.

As reported here, the Bill allows "the Brazilian government to find energy resources, set up military bases, develop strategic roads, and implement commercial agriculture on protected Indigenous tribal lands, without any prior discussion with the affected peoples."

Again, this bill has majority support. You may be wondering, why will a petition signed by people who don't live in Brazil make any difference? Because it will give those opposing it political air cover. It will show the world is with them.

But we need a LOT of signatures.

Please do this simple act and spread the word.

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Although it sucks when depressed, I feel things so intensely. Life is a *strong* experience for me, and the good times make the bad times worth it.

Reblog and tell me one of your favourite things about being neurodivergent

mine is the way we can enjoy random things no one else would like an oddly shaped rock or a puddle or something only we find funny.

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Here's a voice acting tip I think might be interesting to someone somewhere

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If you don't feel like changing or it seems too hard or impossible and you see no way out of your present situation, it may be because right now you're going through a lot: your mental energies are likely to be all focused on healing and surviving. And this may hinder you from leaving your personal hell, despite you may be aware that changing could only bring you something better. It's just that your nervous system cannot bear with change and all the stress that comes with it too. It may not have the strenght to afford the unknown together with healing and dealing with heavy stuff. And for this reason it rathers keep you in a known, despite uncomfortable, situation. At this moment, do not stress yourself more and take time to recover. Take time to find some peace of mind, to do things for yourself, to feel safer and comfortable, and to unburden yourself and your mind. Take baby steps and go easy. Maybe write down your feelings or ask for support. Anything that can help you and just you.

To take different choices, to change and believe that change can happen for you, takes a lot of effort, courage and focus. It takes energy, kindness, patience and compassion towards yourself, cause results may not come in immediately: you may have fallbacks or get triggered, and feel unsafe, cause you're going into a direction that you have no idea where it'll take you or how it'll be (it's in fact unknown). And to afford it all, you need to have the mental strenght to feel brave and confident, and have energy and time to embrace the change and slowly get used to it. Never forgetting all that you've been through to get there.

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Look, listen. The smoker on the balcony is obsessed with beauty and the fine arts while Cindy the skull is a contemporary artist all about activism and I need them to interact so badly because they would have THEE most heated art debate of the century. Cindy would eat him alive but that's not the point their back and forth would be legendary you don't even know. Lesbian on gay man violence.

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when bo burnham said “this is the life blood of our industry. this ever changing public discourse, this eternal conversation born anew at every moment, happening across all platforms, between all users. this feeling, this steady, formless feeling, that hangs over everything, this untamable, aimless urgency. this sense that all of this is going to burst at any moment. it has to, it can’t sustain like this. not with this much speed, not with this much force. the fear of what will happen when it ends, when it hits the brick wall. and the other fear, the deeper fear, the unspeakable fear of never hitting the wall. of this feeling never ending, never slowing down, but rising forever like a shepard’s tone. an endless and pointless climb towards a terrible and dense nothing.”

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entranced by this

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h/t @JoshuaPHilll on twitter

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For all the people that:

•feel like they wasted their potential

• feel like they could've been something more

• feel like they could've done better,

• feel they could've made the people around them more proud of them

• feel like they could've made a better use of their situations and opportunities

• regret the chances that they didn't take

Don't beat yourself up for it, you did the best you could at the moment to survive, and you did, and I'm proud of you for surviving. Sometimes its hard to see opportunities when you're focused on just making it through. Your time will come, a time where you feel like you can live and don't constantly have to survive and feel like every day is another hardship. Im proud at you for surviving.

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Everything is a system to be what it currently is.

You are a system to your organs, they're systems to their cells.

We are a system to life on earth .

The universe is a system that breeds experience

Think of it this way: there's systems up and down infinitely

Everything, once advanced enough, becomes the next system.

Another thing.

What are we looking for?

Rest.Individually.

But we want the richness of duality.

So, we need an other, an other who has precisely the same needs as us, so the system can be built into providing to us both.

This is what god is.

Being everything, and still obtaining new experiences

Life is a process to solve its sustainability within parameters

The parameters are... what already is there, that's where it gets tricky

At some point, somewhere at the start, there was a will,the will is what makes something alive versus inert.

If something has a will, it's able to create change.

So, the first thing alive was pure will, just exactly what's needed to create will and sustain action, then everything got more and more complicated because needs rise with comfort.

The core thing a living thing want is to exist perfectly, to have solved the problem: that existing takes away from a system.

As far as we know, we have a finite amount of resources, so we can't exist without a cost.

We have to find the perfect balance that allows a creature to exist without suffering.

And at this point, it will want to have others of itself, won't it?

It's a way to understand everything without sorting

That's the issue we're facing collectively, the way we currently think is limited

We have to learn to generalize, and this is one powerful way I found, to accept that literally everything is both an individual and a system for smaller individualities.

Everything is an attempt at becoming the perfect system, whether they know it or not.

Pure bliss, by constant satisfaction of never-ending needs

One of which is the need for discovery of the next scale of systems

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How much of your will you can exercise on the world is intrinsically linked to your awareness of its parameters

Ain't that a kick in the head

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Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you´ll die today

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Meaning, like a movie, only exists emergently. A video file is the potential for a movie, real life is the potential for meaning

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Art Help

I redid this list because broken links 💀

General Tips

Stretch your fingers and hands

Art is for fun

Never too late to start/improve

Using a tablet

Editing software: pictures & video

Moodboard resources

Comic pacing

Watercolor

Coloring

Color Theory (not children's hospital)

Gold

Dark Skin undertones

Dark Skin in pastel art

POC Blush tones

Eyes colors

Human Anatomy

POSE REFERENCES

Wizard Battle poses

Shoulders

Tips for practicing anatomy

Proportional Limbs

Skeletons

Hair Directions

Afro, 4C hair

Clothing

Long skirts

Traditional Chinese Hanfu (clothing reference)

CLOTHING REFERENCE

Sewing information

Animals

Horse -> Dragon

Snouts: dogs, cats, wolves, fox

Foot, paw, hoof

More

Drawing references sources

Art tutorial Masterlist

Another art tutorial Masterlist

Inspiration: father recreates son's art

Inspiration: Lights

ART BOOKS

Plants/flowers: North America, Hawaii, Patagonia

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The Egg - Andy Weir - SoundCloud

Listen to The Egg - Andy Weir by James Sully on #SoundCloud

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

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This is my game company's logo, whadya think?

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Solar eclipses are a miracle.

A miracle that will, one day, occur for the last time.

Indeed, the moon is straying away by about one point six inches a year, which means that at some point it won't

be the right size in our sky anymore.

One day, there won't

be another solar eclipse, ever again.

Somewhere in the distant past, one caveman looked at

another. He pointed at a tree, then at a fruit laying down,

broken, on the ground.

This was the first story ever told.

Nowadays, it is trivial to find intricate stories, with

emotionally complex characters, thrilling mysteries and some

of the most real-looking relationships one can conceive of.

We worked together, and made storytelling into a quasi

science.

A talented writer can elicit the greatest emotions from an

audience, and a talented director can do so without a word

spoken.

How far have we come from that fruit falling from a tree?

Hell, now it is also trivial to consume those stories using

computers or smartphones (which really are just small

computers at this point), which are miraculous by design.

We taught rocks how to think using lightning.

If you were to take a human from any point in the past, save

for the last century or so, and show them this technology,

it would be indistinguishable from magic to them.

It would straight up be too much, too complex a concept to

wrap their mind around.

And despite that, we use it maybe not mainly but a lot for

funny cat pictures, memes and porn. In our modern existence,

this miracle is just part of the world, it's just something

that's there and we don't think really much about it, so

long as it works as intended.

And I wonder, when humans in the future will bear witness

upon that last solar eclipse, what will be common knowledge

by then? What technology, indistinguishable from magic to us

would be part of their everyday lives? How much will science

have explained by then? And how much will it have not?

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Orginal script (extract), voice AI generated with TalkNet