#spread hope

[goopgirlie813]

There is a lot of very understandable pessimism right now but really we don't need it. Like yes, Republicans winning massively sucks you're right to be upset about it. Take a moment to process. But doomerism about how "its all over" "this is the end of history" "we're all gonna die" is not helping anything or anyone. The thing that will seal that fate is the attitude that nothing can be done. Dont seal it.

Many people fear dictatorship. Very possible but if we're lucky it won't come to pass. Regardless. The answer isn't to lay down and cry, its to use the resources you have no to identify and connect with like minded people in real life so that if our technology gets taken away you have a community to organize with and keep your sanity in. Make connections beyond the internet so that if that gets cut you still have connections.

Get ahead of the curve, we still got some time before they're officially in office. Use it to create pockets of anti-authoritarian organizers. In fact, you can start right here. If you're American tag this with the state you live in and reach out to anyone else who shares your state. And remember,

It's not over until it's over. Don't lie down while there's work to do. Keep your head and your hope about you and push forward.

[adoodleintime]

In scary times, we need all the light we can get... happy holidays and stay safe, loves!

[greetings-fiends]

i was put on this earth to be kind to others so despite every weary and terrible awful day i have ever gone through and will go through i will do that no matter what.

I believe in the concept of "paying it forward" [basically the opposite concept of "hurt people hurt people" if someone's kind to you for no reason than you can be kind to someone else for no reason.]

and money is probably one of the worst things to exist since it dictates everyone's lives in terrible ways. And they say money can't buy you happiness but ignoring that phrase forever it can definitely buy you peace. if nothing else money can almost always buy you a little relief for those that really need it and know the value of a buck.

spread a little kindness and donate to this gofundme ?

or look at this > link tree < of gofundmes, it's short but the family these people are connected to each other by is bigger. donating to any of them gives a little bit of relief no matter what.

[untitled-and-unoriginal]

i want a world where some sort of psychic phenomenon or personal interconnectedness exists, if only so i can tell the ones i love that i care about them through thought alone. because i cant use words to describe it sometimes.

[rmhashauthor]

I've been struggling with my anxiety lately, what with it being an election year and fascism and *gestures vaguely at everything since 2016* (yes I am aware everyone is feeling this, please bear with me for a moment)

So between avoiding the news for days at a time, practicing meditation and frequently backsliding (read: breaking down while 4-7-8 breathing) in my efforts to Keep Calm an Carry On(tm), I've been looking for glimpses of hope for the future because frankly, it's not looking so good right now. But when I see something like this, when I see a small effort that has big implications, I feel a tiny spark. If people are still trying, then maybe there's something to it. If the Cherokee language survived a century of "assimilation" at the hands of the United States Gummint (derogatory) and continues to be spoken today, even if by only a few, then just maybe there's hope.

If people are still trying to rescue the white rhinoceros, if Grey Wolves are no longer listed as endangered, if Robbin's cinqefoil can be delisted, if Amazonian deforestation can be HALVED, if poverty can still shrink, if the studies are right and we hit peak oil THIS YEAR, then maybe I ought to pull my head out of my ass long enough to get out of bed and go about my day. My job, the thing I do to make my living (until my books take off, hopefully) is in an industry that saves lives, so perhaps getting just enough of my shit together to go do that is enough to make a difference. I hope it is.

Reblog this with something that gives you hope. However small the gesture, please share the stories that make you feel like there's a point to it all. Bad news spreads like wildfire, but wildfires can be put out and sometimes, there are flowers.

😭😭

[partykeet]

Imagine waking up every morning to devastation—a world where safety is a dream, and hope feels just out of reach.

Vetted by: 1) gazavetters my number verified on the list is ( #89 ) 2) a-shade-of-blue Here or Here 3) 90-ghost Here or Here 4) dlxxv-vetted-donations Here

Dear Friend,

My name is Ghazi Al Amoudi, and I am reaching out from Gaza, where my family and I are enduring profound hardship. Our home, once a sanctuary of safety and comfort, has been reduced to rubble. We now face freezing nights and hunger in a makeshift shelter, holding onto hope amidst overwhelming uncertainty.

Each day brings new challenges—fear, loss, and the constant battle for survival. Yet, even in this darkness, I believe in the transformative power of compassion and the generosity of people like you to help us find a path forward.

I am humbly asking for your support. Your donation, no matter the amount, could provide us with essential relief: shelter, food, and a chance to rebuild our lives. If donating is not possible, sharing our story could connect us with others willing to help.

Here is the link to my campaign: https://gofund.me/8a2c70d7. Your kindness could be the light that guides us toward safety and dignity.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your support. Your kindness means more than words can express.

With sincere gratitude, Ghazi Al Amoudi

31% of my long-term goal

3,176€ out of 10,000€

Donations are protected by GOFUNDME

Here's another one, fellow mutuals! Please donate and/or spread around!

[waterlily18]

Hope

Everything keeps going wrong in my life and I don't see any hope of it getting better. I always tell myself that things will improve, but every time I take one step forward then another thing goes wrong. It feels like an endless cycle with no escape. The feeling that nothing is improving despite efforts is draining. These are the thoughts that constantly occupied my mind in the past.

My present self understands that hope isn't about waiting for everything to be perfect or for all the sadness to disappear. It's about believing that, even amidst the chaos, there are still moments of light. Hope has transformed into something quieter but stronger - resilience. It pushes me forward when I feel stuck, reminding me that this heaviness won't last forever. Hope isn't gone; it's evolving with me, adapting as I grow through the hardships. It's not about escaping the pain but learning to live through it, trusting that one day, things will shift, and I'll find peace and happiness once again.

"Hope may bend under the weight of our struggles, but it never truly breaks. It waits patiently for us to find it again, like a hidden light that shines brightest in the dark"

[sga-owns-my-soul]

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head

[monteage-official]

Embracing uniqueness on #RareDiseaseDay. Every life is a story worth sharing. Let's raise awareness, spread hope, and celebrate resilience.

[cozylittleartblog]

not that we didn't already Know belos was full of shit, but it's even funnier knowing the titan was still alive the whole time and probably judging him

[avalentina]

Hi everyone, my pen name is Ava Lentina, but everything I post with this tag is 100% real.

I'm 24 currently and I have lived the past two decades of my life with mental health issues. I don't want your pity, I don't want your condolences, I don't want your empathy, or your sympathy. Hell I don't even care if you read these.

I'm doing this for me, and with the hopes that anyone struggling with mental health knows there's hope for them.

At 4 I was diagnosed with ADHD (not a big deal on its own). In sixth grade after the loss of my grandmother I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. By eighth grade that had changed to major depressive disorder, and generalized mood disorder was added. My junior year of high school that changed. I found the right psychiatrist for me and we had a long conversation about my mental health which resulted in my current diagnosis... Chronic Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), major depressive disorder, and Attentive Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). Before I initially was diagnosed with ADHD, my pediatric doctor didn't really know what to make of it, at one point he had even considered putting me on the autism spectrum. Ultimately however and after he got the opinions of some Colleagues it was ADHD, and I've been taking meds everyday of my life since. I also have and have had my share of physical health issues which made my mental health meds a carefully woven web designed to help me feel and be at my best. I always say when something new comes up, "I don't care what med you want me to take, but it needs to work around my mental health meds."

But anyways, I'm here, I've survived overdose attempts, cutting a small hole in my throat, and attempting to hang myself. Why I've survived when so many others haven't, I don't know. But I do know that I would not be who I am today without my mental health. And I give it 90% of the credit for my creativity and ability to come up with new ideas.

I want to end this post on a happy note and with a little thought I came up with earlier this evening for both those that struggle with mental health and those who may not...

We can't change it, all we can do is hope that someday people realize why we did it, and that it's not because we're bad people, it's because we couldn't see it any other way. We made the best decision we could with the options we had and the cards we were dealt. The same way the rest of the world makes their decisions.

-Ava Lentina

Until next time,

-Ava 💕

[freitag1607]

1.05 / Battle of the Labyrinth

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF animatronics aren’t evil,, just jolly

[originalartblog]

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[nikkodikko]

"From beginning to end" a double page collage tribute to the horror podcast that forever changed my brain chemistry :]

[totally-here]

3 times Phantom's Guardian was Mentioned + 1 Time He Showed Up

One

Phantom’s introduction to Young Justice wasn’t as dramatic as Empress’ or Slobo’s, or even Arrowette’s first introduction to the cave. No, it wasn’t during the Olympics, or on a battlefield, and he didn’t come in injured and looking for help. 

Impulse just brought Phantom in one day and insisted that he should join because he’s their age, interested in justice, and now that Greta’s human again they need another ghost member. So Phantom stayed, popping in and out for missions but never really sticking around all that long. 

Today is one of the days that Phantom’s with them on a mission, that being looking around a lab of the Brain’s that had an energy surge recently, despite it being presumably abandoned. 

Kon got paired up with Phantom to check the rest out first, since they both have better hearing than Anita and Tim, who were both still in the main room working on checking the computers for previous activity. 

The room is dark except for the light green ball glowing slightly above Phantom’s hand. He waves it around enough for it to reflect off of glass, then throws it up to the ceiling. The light expands enough to illuminate the room. 

Phantom mumbles about not knowing he could do that. Kon ignores him and moves closer to inspect the glass tubes to the side of several monitors set up. 

“Looks like cloning equipment,” Phantom says, casually. He drags a finger through the dust gathering on one of the monitors. “Don’t think they’ve been activated recently, though, so that’s good.”

“What? You got a problem with clones or something?” It’s a quick and defensive answer, and Phantom puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Not in concept.” He shrugs and joins Kon near the tubes. “But not a lot of people ask before making clones.”

“So I don’t need to sic Superman on you?” Obviously Kon could chew Phantom out himself, but few can do a “not mad, just disappointed” face better than Clark. 

Phantom scrunches his face. “Why would you need to?” 

Kon stops pretending to inspect the tube and stares at Phantom. “You do know I’m a clone, right?” The blank look on Phantom’s face tells him that no, he did not. “Well I am. Clone of Superman, though we’re pretty much brothers now.”

“Cool,” Phantom says, not a bit less friendly. He hesitates for a second before continuing, “Could I maybe ask you how you got there? Me and my clone have landed on cousins, but that was also, like, given to us by her evil dad. So.”

Phantom trails off. Huh, that makes three members of the team that have been cloned. Not a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened three times. 

“You’re making sure she feels accepted, right?” 

“Yeah! Well, whenever she’s around. She,” Phantom waves his hand around, looking for the right word, “She’s a wanderer. Exploring the world and stuff. But Richard has a room for her at home, and I remind her of that whenever she does stop by.” 

“Well, first of all, don’t push it so hard,” Kon says. Phantom nods enthusiastically. “And second, who’s Richard?”

Kon doesn’t know a lot of Richards, and he doesn’t think that Phantom ever mentioned one before. Or even if he remembers his living life. 

“Oh, he’s my, uh, guardian? I guess that’s the best term. The guy I’m living with who forces me to go to school sometimes.” Phantom looks away and back to the tubes. 

Before Kon can ask for more details, Robin and Empress come in with a report of dead computers and wanting to know where they’re at with the cloning room.

They’re unimpressed with their lack of progress.

Two

Wally doesn’t really need to come by the Hamilton Lodge that often, not when that’s Young Justice’s territory and he doesn’t want to get involved in all of That.

But Red Tornado said that the team has a file on a planet that’s very quickly becoming a league problem, and he figured it might be a good time to try to check in with Bart, anyway. Make sure he hasn’t run any cars off cliffs again and all that. 

So he stops by Manchester to ask Bart about the file, then they both head East to actually find it. 

When they arrive at the hotel minutes later, Wally’s surprised to actually find it… clean? There’s no visible trash or overturned furniture or anything else he’d expect from an abandoned hotel filled with teenagers. Well, maybe not filled, lately. He doesn’t think anyone’s living here currently, with Greta at Elias’ for the school year and Slobo gone. 

Still, the room smells slightly of artificial pine scent, and Bart perks up before disappearing and reappearing rapidly, holding a teammate up by his armpits. Said teammate just accepts this, his legs folding into a wispy tail, and head rolling against his shoulders. 

“This is Phantom!” Bart holds him up higher. Phantom waves. Wally’s only heard of him through Max’s updates, the same way he would hear about Preston or Carol, but with more wariness about the supposed ghost. 

Actually looking at the pale face and glowing green eyes contrasting against the darker than dark jumpsuit, Wally’s a little more ready to accept his claim at being undead. 

“He stress cleans,” Bart explains, moving to carry Phantom under his arm. Wally bites down the urge to tell him to put him down, but only because Phantom doesn’t resist the hold, only moving to get into a more comfortable position. His hands are touching the floor. “So what happened?” 

Bart directs the question downwards, and Phantom heaves a very dramatic sigh. Definitely a teenager. It does raise the question of who exactly this kid’s mentor is. Hopefully he does have one. Maybe he’s the Spectre’s kid?

Phantom phases through the arm holding him only to lay on top of Bart’s hair. “I accidentally called Richard dad. And then fled.” 

Bart nods sagely. “Classic. One time I accidentally called Max dad, so I had to start a fire to distract him.”

Phantom sighs again, almost dreamily. “Genius.” 

Wally doesn’t have time to unpack all of that. Well he does, but he’s not going to, because there’s really only one Richard that comes to mind that might have the heart to take in a dead kid, even if he doesn’t go by his full name.

But surely Dick would have told him, or any other Titan, if he had adopted a kid. Right?

But there’s still a little shadow of doubt. Maybe Dick wanted it to be a secret, or it was really new or had a rocky start. Phantom doesn’t seem to hold himself like a Bat, but it’s not a guarantee Dick would have trained him. 

“The lodge looks nice,” Wally offers out loud, which Phantom shrugs at and wraps his tail around Bart’s head to keep secure. “Anyway, Impulse. The file on Myrg?” 

“Oh yeah!” Again, Bart disappears then reappears a few seconds later with a paper file. They really need to start digitizing more of these things. “That’s the planet where we played baseball so that they wouldn’t destroy Earth!” 

“You what.” 

The prospect of Dick following in his dad’s footsteps is forgotten in the face of what the hell Young Justice got up to on Myrg. 

Three

Tim may be in a…Predicament. 

It’s not his fault. Really. He knew what he was doing. He couldn’t let a civilian fall for the trap. But they were already so close, so he just, kinda, pushed himself into the rope instead. 

So there Robin is, tied upside down in a warehouse, with the Joker below next to an overly complicated control panel. The clown’s rambling about bombs hidden all over the city that Tim knows Batman is already tracking down with Batgirl. 

Tim’s not really paying attention to the rant because of that, more focused on wiggling enough to get the spare mini-birdarang out of his glove to cut the rope without notifying the Joker. 

“Yikes, bad time?” Asks Phantom’s voice beside him. Based on the source and accounting for the slight echo, he’s floating with his head near Tim’s, likely upside down. “Want some help?” 

Tim gets the birdarang out and starts sawing at the thick rope. They should be fine anyway, but stalling the Joker for extra time would be helpful. “Can you possess the Joker? Just hold him still.”

“The correct term is overshadow, but sure.” The voice disappears, and a few seconds later the Joker freezes. 

His body jerks forward, then backward, and a laugh chokes out of his throat. His hand claws over his mouth at the noise and he hunches over. All movement halts before he rights himself, shaking out his hands and rolling his shoulders. Phantom looks up at Tim and his eyes are glowing. 

Tim cuts through the rope, kicking and using the momentum to right himself and land on his feet. He brushes past Phantom in Joker’s body to handle the control panel. He turns off the radio broadcast and dismantles the bomb strapped to the panel.

Threat handled, he turns to Phantom and holds up some handcuffs. “Let me arrest you?”

Phantom obliges, turning the Joker’s body around and putting his hands behind his back. Tim lets him walk by himself out of the warehouse and moves the handcuffs around a lamppost. The Joker’s body jerks again, then slumps forward, just as Phantom reappears next to him, scowling down at the unconscious body. 

“That felt really slimy. Zero out of ten, would not do again,” Phantom grouches. 

“Why’re you in Gotham?” Tim asks. It’s not like Phantom makes a habit of visiting. The last time he came into the city, he complained about feeling the dead under the streets. Fortunately, that let Tim uncover a few tunnels that Talons travel through. Phantom, however, was unnerved by the Talons and left quickly. 

“Oh, Solomon Grundy’s back in our sewers. Richard said I should probably tell one of you Gotham heroes, since you keep track of those guys.” He shakes out his hands like they were cramped in the Joker. 

They hadn’t seen Grundy in a while. Tim assumed he was currently in a less violent personality. “What’s he doing?” 

Phantom shrugs. “Just chilling. Mostly underground. I tried to talk to him but he only grunted back at me. He also tried to pick me up, dunno what that was about.”

“Maybe because you’re both dead?” Tim guessed. That would be a surface level connection. Ivy and Woodrue have had more luck working with Grundy than anyone, and Phantom definitely doesn’t have the connection to the Green that’d help with that. 

Police lights turn around the corner, and Tim shoots a grapple to get to the roof above them. Phantom follows, but disappears as soon as they’re on the roof. Going back home, probably. 

Cass drops down from the roof she was listening on. “Richard?”

“Not the same one.”

They both stick around long enough to watch the Joker get put into the cop car. 

Plus one

A spaceship landed in the forests of New York, and Cassie’s team was the first to respond to it. Technically not respond, but check it out, since there wasn’t any alert or anything. 

Still, Wonder Girl has Empress, Robin, and Superboy on the other side of the ship, watching what looks like the back door, while she, Impulse, and Phantom watch the other door and main window. She has binoculars, but the windows are so tinted she can’t quite make anything out. 

No aliens have come out yet, and she hesitates to have anyone go in, in case whoever inside does turn hostile. 

Impulse has offered to run through a total of five times already, and it’s a testament to his restraint that he hasn’t, and a testament to Cassie’s that she hasn’t yelled at him yet. Phantom at least isn’t being annoying, but he’s not necessarily helpful, either. He’s not even watching the spaceship anymore. Now he’s trying to make a flower crown out of dandelions. 

“Door’s opening on our side,” Robin says from the comms. “But no one’s coming out.” 

“Alright, good enough to try to get in,” Cassie decides. She turns to Phantom, who’s closing off the circle of flowers. Beside him, Impulse has since pulled out a gameboy. “Phantom, go in invisibly through the open door and report back. Try to see what their plans are.” 

“Oh, sure. One second.” Phantom finishes the crown and tries to put it on Bart’s head. It doesn’t quite fit over his mane of hair, but Phantom shrugs and leaves it sitting there anyway before going invisible. 

“Maybe I should shave my head again,” Bart says as his game character dies. 

He gets a resounding no in response. 

Half an hour later they have a very annoyed Green Lantern lecturing them about league jurisdiction and knowing when to call someone else. 

Apparently, the alien ship was just stopping to complete some maintenance, and did not appreciate any spying on them, and especially did not appreciate who did it. Green Lantern was more than happy to explain that Wonder Girl’s team is not really a part of the Justice League and he can help with their maintenance. They denied his help and left to find a place with less people in it. 

“-and you!” Green Lantern rounds on Phantom next, but Cassie knows none of them are really listening. Sure, they messed up by freaking out the visiting aliens, and yeah maybe they should have contacted the league about it, but they’ve dealt with stuff worse than this! It’s not Cassie’s fault she thought that this would have stuck to the formula. 

“Who even are you?” Green Lantern runs a hand through his black hair, stupid green gauntlets shining in the sunlight. “Do I need to call your mentor?” He frowns. “Or do they know you mess up alien technology by just being around it?” 

Phantom scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How was I supposed to know their tech would go all fuzzy when I came in?” 

“You wouldn’t have to know if you just stayed out of the spaceship!” 

“Hey!” Cassie cuts in. “Technically that was my call. It’s not all on Phantom.”

“I still could've been more careful,” Phantom says to her, ignoring Green Lantern as they argue about blame. 

“Cut it out for a second, okay?” Green Lantern puts a hand between them and they stop to glare at him. He pulls the hand back. “Look, can I just talk to one of your adults about this?” 

Robin glares. “We don’t need an adult. We have this under control.”

“Only because I’m here now.” 

“I’ll call my mentor,” Phantom says. Kon opens his mouth, most likely to offer to call Superman instead in hopes of a lighter sentence, but Bart covers his mouth, smiling like he knows something Cassie doesn’t. Tim and Anita share a look, and don’t intervene as Phantom pulls out a phone from his chest. 

It rings once before it’s picked up. Cassie can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Kon’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Hey, do you think you can pick me up? Green Lantern wants to talk to you.” Phantom looks Green Lantern up and down then says, “No, this one doesn’t have a cape.”

Phantom says goodbye after rattling off their coordinates, hangs up, and stares at Green Lantern in silence for a few seconds. 

And then a swirling mass of black seeps into the space next to Phantom. The end of a cane steps out of it, followed by a leg, then the rest of the immaculately dressed man holding the handle of the cane that’s shaped like a bird’s head. 

“Phantom,” The man says. His voice drips with condescension in only a way a british accent can, yet Phantom smiles up at him. The shadowy portal behind him disappears. “What, exactly, happened?”

“That’s the fucking Shade,” Anita hisses to Robin, who shrugs noncommittedly at her. Green Lantern seems to recognise him too, taking a step back and clenching his hand that holds his ring. 

“Well, the team and I were staking out this spaceship–super cool, by the way–and I went inside to check it out, but my presence messed with their tech–which was an accident–and they freaked out, so I freaked out, and then we kinda got into a little fight until Green Lantern came to mediate.”

“Hm. Is that right?” The Shade asks Green Lantern, who nods slowly, still anticipating an attack. “It seems like the problem’s fixed, then.”

“Well, yes, but–”

“And it does seem about time for these kids to get home, doesn't it?” The Shade pulls out an actual pocket watch, chain and all, from his suit pocket and takes his time in checking it. “I’ll see them home.” 

Shadows grow from behind the team, swirling until they become a giant, gaping maw that swallows them up and spits them out in a different forest, or maybe just a different part of the same forest. 

Either way, Cassie has to take a moment to make sure she doesn’t throw up from the sudden vertigo the shadow portal caused. 

The Shade looks at Phantom, and raises an eyebrow. “You can’t expect me to always bail you out.” 

Phantom shrugs, looking guilty. “I know. Thanks, Richard.”

Oh, so that’s who Richard is. Annoyingly, neither Tim or Bart look surprised by this revelation.