#PLEASE RB THIS

[deathianartworks]

I DREW YORK!!!!

[anachrosims]

An important video on: Performative actions, protests, cynics burnouts and Doomers, hope and longevity, taking breaks, feeling demoralized, foreign policy, realistic expectations, and consequences.

Please reblog this. I don't know who needs to see/hear the messages of both comfort and reality in this video, but I know that people do.

The video begins with messages from folks who have attended pro-Palestine protests. Overall, it is a serious discussion about the reality of activism, performative actions, foreign policy change and trying to make it happen, facing the (unintended) consequences of national and international global change, Doomers, burnouts and cynicists, and performers.

I've also included some of the comments from (probably) older folks, under the cut.

Reach out to your government representatives (if you have them). It matters. It matters.

While the context of this is students and those adjacent protesting under the Pro-Palestinian cause, but this could easily be applied to EVERY type of activism, EVERY good cause.

[goodnightwindy]

DO NOT DOWNLOAD OR UPDATE ANY MODS FROM CURSEFORGE

[ plaintext : do not download or update any mods from curseforge ]

there is currently a malware issue and it can affect your mod profiles !!!

as far as i'm aware , playing existing mod profiles is safe. as long as you don't create any new profiles , you should be unaffected.

source : here

[scuzznishimuraenthusiast]

what is the internet for if not posting cringe

[dopaminerjic]

credit: @stupid-twink-girl

(this was an accidental repost, do rb the original instead)

[trinketbug]

"furry inflation" (2024)

[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

[ryan-sometimes]

I love the genre of picture “animal that clearly just woke up from a fat nap”

[acrowseye]

i'm conducting an experiment. everyone who's from an english speaking country state your country, regional area and what you call the following images. i need to see something

[pissed-whizard]

my blog is a gateway drug to cooler and better blogs (my mutuals)

[zekuto]

i was obsessed the first time i saw someone post leon on that stupid panda rocker but i was never able to find raw footage of it lol, so i decided to compile leon with all the playground interactions because i love him <3

[magentasnail]

so I started playing stardew valley, and now it's the only thing I want to do with my life

I had to trick myself by drawing stardew things, namely krobus my beloved

[primsycoldbottles]

um . warning now that tumblr is allowing gif pfps . PLEASE dont use gifs with flashing or eyestraining colours <3 since the gifs Cannot be turned off it WILL negatively affect photosensitive people

[honehonn3honey]

Birthday boy 🎂