#what you do matters

[thyroideater]

strike for freedom this week

[adastra-sf]

It is what you do from now on that will either move our civilization forward a few tiny steps, or else begin to march us steadily backward.

- Sir Patrick Stewart

[thethirdman8]

If I were president of the United States I would reach out to Vladimir Putin to end this conflict in Ukraine asap and I would stop all support to Israel's genocide.. I would.. what would you do? What would you do? What you do matters..

[slippinninque]

Update!!!

I know I have been gone for a while, it's been a bit hard trying to find the muse for writing when I've been putting so much pressure on myself. Now this is a totally self-made problem lol!

Nothing flowed right, the ideas didn't fit the characters, I started to feel more and more of a fraud the more that time has gone by.

My drafts are bursting and I have so much to say, but I don't know where to put it. My brain was stagnant and my hands were still. I hated it.

I needed away from the blank page. So I picked up another hobby of mine to remember that I am capable of making things with these hands of mine.

My sister's birthday is coming up and while I'm already crocheting her a huge bumblebee, I wanted her to have something special. Something for her to squeeze and to remember her weird, little sister

Lilo & Stitch has been our movie. We were already close at that time but I remember us sitting down and watching it for the first time and both of us just being so grateful for each other.

I will never forget when my sister looked over at me with tears in her eyes and said,

"I could never let anyone take you from me."

She saw me in Lilo, a creative and eccentric little bean who had some hard times trying to fit in. I saw in her a sister who could give me a hard time, but only because she cared and wanted me to be myself.

Not what my parents hoped I would be, not what the kids at school said I was, but me.

I wanted to make something for my big sister, my bestest friend, my Cool Mom. Something for the both of us, really...

THIS IS SCRUMP! My sister's birthday is next month but I don't know if I can wait to give this to her. I know she's gonna love it cause she loves surprises lol! It's not a perfect replica, but this is the first plush/stuffie that I have made like this and I'm very happy with it!

Whole point is that I've gotten the urge to write again! Yeah, a lot of crafting fics and some weird stuff--but my pen is moving. I don't look down at my hands in shame anymore, I'm not banging my head against wall anymore to make something just because.

Remind yourself your heart is capable. Not only of survival and how much it can hold, but what it can lead you to.

Be nice to yourself and wherever you are in the present. Be there for a long as you need to be. Make out of it whatever you want because it's beautiful all the same.

[vanalex]

[surkeart]

be free!!

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

...everyone holds a special place in the lives of so many, touching them with their spirit and heart..

Never forget those ❤️

Such an emotional message in this great movie!

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...❤️

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It's a Wonderful Life (1946) dir. Frank Capra

[fleshadept]

looking at (vetted) gofundmes for people trying to escape palestine and i don't know how many of you actually click on the gofundme links you reblog but i would like to point out, for what it's worth, just how amazing it is that so many have raised so much money. it may overall feel like a drop in the ocean but the fact that several gofundmes have raised tens of thousands of dollars is amazing. it is so expensive to leave gaza right now, and people still need money after they escape. but regardless of what propaganda the US, UK, canada, and other western nations are trying to pump out, people across the world are doing what they can to help these people survive. many of them are still very far from their goals (like this one and this one and this one) and some of them are very close to high goals (like this one), and some of them have reached almost double their original goal.

and that's not even addressing direct aid or organizations that take continuous donations for distribution of food, menstrual products, etc. the PCRF has raised $16,000,000 of their target goal of $20,000,000 to fund current aid and long-term relief efforts in gaza. ANERA's febuary 13th update discusses the material ways they helped palestinians today:

(ANERA donate link)

my point is, it often feels like the world is turning a blind eye to palestine. but i would like to point out that there is an important difference between "the world" and "western political leaders and media narratives". a breathtaking amount of real people, the people who make up the world, are trying to help. in the face of israel attempting to commit genocide, the world is saying No. These people deserve to live. and literally sending millions of dollars internationally, through the internet connection that israel has desperately been trying to destroy.

it may not feel like it matters in the grand scheme of things. but to the people who get fresh clothes, or a hot meal, or blankets, or the kids who get new toys, or to the people who are able to bring their families to safety, it matters to them. go make someone's day better. i've linked so many options with ways to do that.

[flora-tea]

Actually, no.

You don't owe your parents/guardians anything for raising you.

You don't owe them in-laws.

You don't owe them grandkids.

You don't owe them favors.

It's your life!

You decide how you want to live it.

You decide what you want or don't want in your life.

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[darkluminosity]

To all of the writers out there: What you do matters. Your work is a gift. 🎁💙

You are already successful as a writer from the moment when...

You get a story idea in your head. Stories can't exist without an idea

You type/write the first word for your story. Every word is a step closer to the end

You get passed the dread/embarrassment of reading your own work, and edit it

You share your story on any platform. I'm talking from experience when I say that there is a lot of insecurity, uncertainty and fear involved in sharing your story with the public.

You get the first hit or kudos. It's okay to want 1,500 kudos, but 1 counts as well. Someone read your story and enjoyed it. That's a lot. Let's practice gratitude

You get a comment on your story. Just 1 doesn't seem like much, but in this day and age when human beings are losing mental strength to socialize, any interaction counts. Someone loved your work enough to stop and write to you.

You gather courage, confidence and mental strength to reply to a reader's comment. This isn't easy for everyone, so doing it is a great success on your part

You sell the first copy of your published book. Atp it's just one copy but at least you sold something. Baby steps count

You complete your story without the use of AI

My point is that success is in every step of the process no matter what sort of writer you are. Be proud of yourself from the get-go to the very end.

[enchantedephiphany]

Sometimes I fall into despair seeing the evil and destruction in the world then I see the ones who are fighting the darkness, fighting for freedom and justice, they believe in it, they don't stop fighting no matter how hard it is or what it costs them. These people give me hope and inspire me to never give up. No matter how dark it is, light is there. Good will win. Freedom is the natural state of human beings and those who try to crawl over the world creating it in their image and subjugate people with their seductive vision that preaches freedom but only enslaves-- will crumble when faced with an army of light

And that light is in everyone who resists. Everyone who does what they can. Who is kind. And doesn't give in to despair and start doing awful cruel things surrendering to those demagogues who amass dumb masses of followers and speak lies as truth, pretending to be infallibly godlike and messianic but are really the mouthpiece of hell.

Hope exists as long as people harbor the light in their hearts, don't give in to suspicion and division but take one small step, whatever they can do. Each light will create a bright blaze that will burn out the dark, even if it takes time. Even if you don't see much change or chance, it's there. Hard to see large change when you're so small and sometimes the tide of history is massive. But don't give up. Doing what's right, keeping hope alive, fighting no matter what for justice and freedom, always matters and will always make a difference even if you can't yet see the tiny pinpoints of light beside you, slowly amassing in the massive tide of dark.

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

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[inkskinned]

the other day we were talking about balance beams because you said that your family had one of those cool winch ones that wrap around trees to make a high wire. even though i was pretty good i had to quit gymnastics at 12 because we couldn't afford dance and gymnastics but. i had something-other.

and i got excited because i think it's a funny story. i didn't have a door for about 4 years. 13-17, or there about. i only got it back because i replaced it myself.

i think my dad took it off the hinges just because his very-macho friend david had said - i do this to punish my kids. and then about a week later it was down on the ground and then eventually rotting in a shed. i used to visit it on occasion and tilt it between two boxes so i could try to walk across the side of it. i have a scar on my foot from attempting the act of balance-beam fancy dancing. it's shaped like a crescent moon. a hinge sliced into my skin when the whole thing slipped out from underneath me.

and you looked at me and you said - what the fuck?

and i said, do you want to see? because i thought the thing you were replying to was the injury. i was already undoing my shoelaces.

you're supposed to have a door, you said slowly. you were a teenager. you - i've seen your house. you lived at the end of the hall.

i didn't understand the problem. so? i wriggled out of my shoe and then my sock.

so, you said it gently, which made me slow down. you said it in the way people tell me that i experienced something bad and i have no idea that it was supposed to be something-else instead. anyone coming down the stairs or in the hallway could see directly into your room. you were in a fishbowl for four years, am i understanding that correctly?

i stared at you, and then said the other things: well, it wasn't so bad. i just wore a towel and tucked myself into a corner to change. i could always just change in the bathroom. privacy didn't really exist for any of us. i wasn't allowed to decorate so it wasn't really my room anyway. i didn't have a lot of things growing up; so it's not like i minded having a semi-public space. my siblings left me alone if i needed them to. what's the big deal anyway.

this is accidentally what emotional vampires incorrectly label as a "trauma dump". this is accidentally how you learn that my house was actually unsafe. i don't even consider this a problem, because everything else was so much worse, in a way. i didn't know it was supposed to be different. at the time, i didn't know what privacy was. i just lied about most stuff and got good at hiding in public. i haven't ever lied about this because i didn't know it was supposed to be different. i am 31.

you looked pale and ready to throw up. you had a right to a door for your room. you were a kid. someone should have helped you.

i was busy examining the sole of my foot. the scar really does look like the moon.

[hansoeii]

It's about who.