#permission to reblog

[brindlestorm]

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Sometimes I consider being less nice to people because everyone comments on just how nice I am and it gives the impression that I'm a people pleaser and a doormat. The only thing worse (to me) than people thinking they can treat me like a doormat are the people who try and stand up for me.

My kindness is a choice, every single day, it's a choice I make.

And when people try and tell me I'm being too forgiving? That I should be more upset? That pisses me off.

To see more kindness in the world, you have to be part of the reason it becomes kinder, show kindness to recieve it.

I hate it when people look down on me for being so forgiving, I make an effort to be understanding because I know it would be easier to be angry and selfish and lash out over hurt feelings but I don't want to be that person.

I hate feeling angry even when I have every right to be, it's an awful feeling and it's one that lingers and could become a grudge.

And I'm not by any means saying it's impossible to upset me, I will absolutely let people know when they've crossed a line, and I'm fully capable of holding a grudge (F you Mr G6 teacher).

I do feel bad for the people who expect me to be angry because clearly they've never met a person mature enough to forgive them for things both beyond and within their control. Sometimes, the bare minimum is, in fact, exactly enough to earn forgiveness. It's just about how you handle it.

Idk where I'm going with this I'm just mad that people want me to be upset over stupid little things. That's emotional energy I can't spare, I'd rather forgive and be happy with life

[fromgoy2joy]

Heartbroken today at the news that has come out, with a person I know impacted by international headlines. Who has lost his friend after nearly a year of devastation.

When I wrote this, I had so much hope. So much. And I'd like to think I still do, but all I can do today is take this Sunday to mourn for all those lost.

I can't say anything but- it's just so so fucked.

After a tizzy of a freshman year of college as a jew-ish student, I'm packing boxes for uHaul.

My target-bought menorah went into the first box, along with all ten of my hillel sweatshirts. Pictures I had printed out from Purim are taken down, and neatly put into an envelope to be hung up later. My many books on Jewish culture and religion went into the second one. And so on, and so forth. The hamsa I lost three months ago was under my mini fridge.

As I put away each Jewish item, intermingled with my sweater collection and stuffed animals, I remember both the joy and grief of this year. A hostage necklace goes hand in hand with my Magen David in my jewelry box. A newspaper on a local antisemitic hate crime finds it place next to the belated "Hanukkah gift" my friend got for me in April. It's been so much to carry- both the joy of finding home along with the tangible feeling of uncertainty, fear, and pain.

And finally, I am on the fifth box. In the pocket of two separate winter coats, I found posters of two people-

one, the childhood best friend of a man I know, currently a captive in Gaza. I'd been given that picture, personally, by my friend who kept on referring to this hostage in the past tense. Then, he would continually correct himself, looking even more stricken as he made that mistake of letting what he's resigned to slip out. And I can't imagine- I can't. If the boys I played in the summer streams with were currently being tortured by my worst enemies. If I had no idea if the friend that sent me funny texts and assurances after a bad day was alive or not. The other, Hind Rajab, a Palestinian child killed in the crossfires of war. I found that poster blown off from a fence. It was one out of around sixty so I felt comfortable taking it home with me, just to look at her and remember. Her little face would've blended right in with the kids I helped out with every Monday for the last two semesters. Who could've cried on her last day of kindergarten, because she wouldn't see her teachers again, just like how all the six-year-olds clung to me when they realized it was my last day. In that moment, I laughed, pushing their hands off of me gently because I had to leave for Pesach celebrations. But at the same time, I thought of her and how she didn't get to see Eid.

When I come back to campus in September, with those boxes waiting in my new dorm for me, I will open up that box and see their faces. And I'll feel that sorrow as deeply as I feel it now and the moment I first learnt their stories. But I hope my friend's near-brother will be back home. And I hope - I hope to everything- that Palestinian children just like Hind will be able to go back home, get the help they need, and spend the rest of their childhoods crying over their teacher assistants leaving for summer breaks.

And when I see them in September, I'll think "We've done it. I'm sorry it took so long, I'm sorry it took this pain and nothing ever deserved to happen to you. But we did it."

[kangals]

super cool patient from my work - male calico cat, and I believe in this case he’s most likely a chimera due to the fact that he is both dilute (grey) + non-dilute (orange) (possibly there’s some hair length mixing happening too, but it’s hard to tell from the pictures. these are all I have, didn’t see him in person unfortunately)

@felinefractious @amber-tortoiseshell your thoughts? or any other cat color experts 😸

[divorcedfiddleford]

and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"

time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)

[gwynlain]

Full credit to the beautiful artist @ginavampina @ The Beautiful Darkness

[everliving-everblaze]

Keepblr can we roleplay elvin trick-or-treating for Halloween this year. Please. Like, this is what I sent to Fin last year:

and I just need to know whose inboxes i'm allowed to show up to and be unhinged in THIS year. and to be clear, please roleplay in my inbox on Halloween also. I'll pick a character and act my heart out can we please be a little cringe this Halloween pleasepleaseplease

[skeletondremmer]

i love gradient cube

[vamprisms]

finding a post with hundreds of thousands of notes and a deactivated op is like finding hot fresh blood on the ground

[spectrecowboy]

he's 'boutta make a name for himself

[romanticatheartt]

The High Lady, her General and Spymaster

🎨: artby.aika0 on IG and Pinterest

Like Rhysand, who's a High Lord and has a General (Cass) and an Spymaster (Azriel), Feyre is going to have Nesta and Gwyn at her side. We all know how I think each mated couple of acotar serve a role. Feysand as the rulers, Nessian as the warriors or generals of armies and Gwynriel as spies. I really hope these three ladies get closer and be the sexiest governors in Prythian.

How bat boys managed to/are going to have these bad bitches as their mates is beyond me. Also, Azriel... HURRY YOUR LAZY ASS UP

[fightingthetides]

This is a piece I commissioned for. Do not steal, do not edit, do not use, and do not repost. I was given permission to post this onto my blog. Okay to reblog.

Art by Heominlu from DeviantArt

Yamamoto Takeshi © Amano Akira

[gophergal]

heavy TF2 tummy?

@heavy-tummy-tf2

of course!!!

[desultory-novice]

"What? Her?" (Also, why would you phrase it like that? Weird...)

"It's a complicated story but, she's..." "She's like a..."

"Like my..."

"...My Emotional Support Waddle Dee..." 

(First one to laugh dies, got that?!)

Noir's Field Trip Masterpost]

[levil0vesyou]

I love you trans women I am sorry about the world

[bbb-bbbbbbb]

still gotta do the border and maybe add some more light grey for improved contrast, but heres a patch i just made based on the art of this post by @sporesgalaxy !

[tuesdayinthedas]

If there is just one thing I can ask the DBZ fandom (other fandoms/people free to reblog) on here.

Its please check the art and the poster before reposting. Theres a lot of AI and uncredited art being reposted on here. And I know sometimes you just look at art and it’s nice and you reblog. I also know not everyone has time to check everything.

Here are some quick easy steps that you can use to verify the poster is the og artist:

1. Are the styles consistent?

If theres several images in one post and they all look vastly different its likely to be a reposter. You can even quickly scan their tumblr to see the inconsistency in what they post and the art styles.

And no I don’t mean the exact same look, artists tend to have several styles they work with but visually they are still consistent. If I paint or cell shade, my faces will still look the same, this isn’t even the best example of varying art styles but point is regardless of style used you will see the artists uniqueness shine through.

2. Are the tags and the description generic?

Again this isn’t a perfect tell. But generally artists will leave a title/comment/description of their art to help complete the story of the piece. Of course some artists don’t leave a description at all, but they may ramble in the tags. Also looks for the tags like “my art” “username art” “username draws” etc.

3. Is there a water mark of the original artist that doesn’t match the posters usename? Is there text in a different language on the art, that on checking the posters tumblr its clear they don’t use?

Now for spoting AI the best way to tell is looking closely at the posted art it self and the poster. So ask yourself:

Does everything they post look unnaturally perfect and clean?

Is there a water mark?

Is there text in the art that looks wrong, is gibberish?

Are details lost? Do they blend and not make sense?

I hope this helps!