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Another old piece, this was part of an AU I had of the homunculi.
It was a 7 heavenly virtues AU since that hasn’t been done before surprisingly?? This is supposed to Kindness, aka Envy. I plan on drawing the rest but, it’s taking some time.
Also, I forgot their wings so, there’s an alternate picture with small bs excuse for wings pffft
Random kindness? Or Salty revenge? (11.28.2017) // It was normal day. As usual i made my way through Targét, before work. Hunting for discount sales, like the true mother i am. Unfortunately, Lady Luck did not bless me w/her magical juju. After purchasing an unnecessary bathing suit for a whopping $40.71, I made my way into a widely popular café where Pumpkin Spice drinks are praised, like it were wine made from the blood of Christ, himself. Where the stereotypical teenage girl struts in, wearing yoga pants and UGG boots. (yes, Starbucks)
I set my belongings on a table secluded from the rest of the customers (bc loner✌🏻). I grab my wallet and turn back to obtain a place in line, when an arm shoots out in front of me. My eyes follow the arm to its owner. A girl with a red shirt and light khakis. She hands a small brown, paper bag w/2 white doves on it. “Here.” She says. “I wanted a chocolate chip one but they gave me this one.” I could only assume that her salty tone was directed at the Barista, who was too busy doing her job to pay attention at the death glares. I dismissed the bitter remark and thanked her for the free treat. Then, proceeded to order my beverage of choice (an iced chai w/coconut milk😏👌🏻). Now, as I type this theatrical caption, I’m enjoying this delicious, pumpkin spiced, octo-cookie. So,win. Moral of the story, never deny a gift?? Idk take what you want from this.😂
Strangers & Doughnuts.
So, I was running late for school, its was 8:30 A.M. when my mom and I left the house to go to Dunkin Donuts. When we got to the parking lot, a man no more than 22-23 years old, was riding up the sidewalk on his skateboard. He was about average height. No more than 5′9″. He wore camouflage cargo shorts with a grey undershirt-I didn't really look at his shoes. Upon his freckled skin were old, faded, and scarred up tattoos. His hair was buzzed off. He didn't seem dangerous, but wasn't your average Joe walking around in jeans and a t-shirt. He stood out yet he was invisible at the same. (if that makes sense?)
After we found a parking space, I got out of the car before my mom and quickly made my way across the lot toward the front door. And I noticed the man holding the door open for an older gentleman (mid to late 50s or 60s), and we made eye contact (awkward) so I sped up a little; jogging to the door; feeling guilty for letting him stand there while I walked. When I finally reached the door, I smiled at him and thanked him. And he smiled back, nodding his head slightly, before saying “You're welcome.” As I walked by him, I noticed one of his face tattoos was tear drop on his right cheek bone. It was the only one that really caught my attention. (not in an offense or negative way, it was just the only tattoo that stood out to me at the time.)
Then, he disappeared into the bathrooms along with the older gentleman from earlier. My mom and I go about our usual business and order breakfast. (99¢ coupons bc we’re cheap & poor lol ). When the cashier hands me my iced coffee, I thank her and set off to find a straw for my drink. I could hear my mom ordering and the cashier telling her the price. Suddenly, I feel someone standing behind me. but like rly close-like he was just a inch behind me. And then I hear a familiar voice say:
“You have a good day, now. Okay?” I turn around and it was the same man. So, I smiled back at him and wished him the same before he walked out of the shop and took off on his skateboard. I walked back over to my mom at the counter and she asked me about the man and what he said to me. I told her and told her about the tear drop tattoo he had. She said that he had to have been in jail or prison to have one on his face like that. (not ALL ppl who have teardrop tattoos on their face are/have been in jail/prison. nor are they ‘bad ppl’, that is just her theory as to why that tattoo was on this particular dude’s face. if you want my personal opinion send me a message and i will share it w/u.)
Since then, I spent most of my day thinking about the kind stranger from Dunkin Donuts. And wondering if his day just as mediocre as mine. So, yeah. That was the highlight of my day and possibly the whole week.
Just freaking adorable!
So today at work there was this little girl who was REALLY sad that sally from cars wasn’t coming out to say hello to people and she just kind of flopped everywhere so I found a sally button by the grace of god and I wrote her a note form Sally’s point of view explaining that she was sorry she’d missed her and that she’d see her at the races.
And that little girl took that pin and looked absolutely stunned and held it to her chest, then she picked up the letter and she hugged it to her chest. Her mom came over and hugged me and her dad shook my hand and I started tearing up and that little kid didn’t say a word. She was just holding a piece of paper that I wrote on and a pin that I pulled off the wall like they were gold incarnate and I’d handed her a million dollars.
firstly, that’s a little girl that likes carsland. Not a little boy who likes lightning, a girl who was just as thrilled to see lightning mcqueen as all the other boys. Secondly, that’s why I do what I do. not for Annual passholders, not for people who want to make statements, for the future generations and the fact that a girl was that excited about a car just shows that we’re doing something right. Take that with you.
Guys I got a Lending Lighter!!!! I am gonna put stickers on it for the next person :)
The fallen humans
I remember in 7th he grade, I’d always ALWAYS fall asleep in my second period. It really annoyed me, but I just could not stay awake. My teacher was always nice about it and even when she woke me up, it was always very kindly. Outside of the bubble of that specific teacher, sleeping in class has always been kinda like it’s described above. But the one teacher actually understood that it was something I needed, and I still think about her sometimes :) it’s not hard to be kind, but it can leave every lasting impression.
please always remember that you are loved even when you don’t feel like it
Confessions from an emotional abuse victim:
#5 Kind Gestures
After spending so much time with either the absence of kindness from others, or with kindness always being conditional, you tend to forget the feeling of having someone truly care about you and be kind to you.
Depending on the situation, my brain will go into one of two modes when being showed kindness. I will either immediately become paranoid and worry about what I will need to do to repay it, or just completely short circuit and become confused.
The urge to repay tends to come when it's someone I don't know very well being kind, or when I'm given compliments. I start to wonder how I'm supposed to make the miniscule amount of energy that they need to use to be nice worth it for them.
When I react with confusion, it's usually either with someone who I know well or it's a really big gesture that means a lot. After being treated horribly for so long and having my sense of self-worth chipped away at, I sometimes have trouble comprehending why someone believes I am worth caring about and going out of their way to be nice to me.
Most of the time for them it's just something casual and simple, that they just feel is good to do, but for me it's a whole new healing experience every time. Getting past my initial confusion is hard, but it's worth it because once I can accept it, it opens an amazing point of view and helps me truly understand the fact that I am worth caring about (which is something people tell me and I try to tell myself, but is still hard to fully grasp)
The kindness of all these new friends I've met since I started high school is one of the biggest things I have to thank for aiding my recovery. Whether they've helped me through hard moments, or have just been a good friend to talk to and hang out with, these people and their kind gestures mean so much to me.
this has been said before but I feel like it is very important to view being kind as something you do rather than something that you are because all people have the capacity for meanness and cruelty and often use it inadvertently but the point is to change your behavior and your attitude and practice paying attention and being selfless and sincere and vulnerable and putting kindness and warmth into your actions and words instead of being like oh I value kindness and thus I am such a good person. like it’s about the attempt
i don't care if the overly kind protagonist is naive and is sometimes "unrealistic". i want to be kind throughout every situation in my life. i want to go through obstacles and have the strength to smile after. it takes more courage to be kind after enduring hardships than it is to be cruel. i just watch & read these amazing characters change the people around them with so much compassion and i can't help but wish i could be that way too. these characters are also so grateful for the people around them, and it reminds me to be thankful for every moment. <3
Hey guys, it's been a year sorry I haven't posted in like uh... I don't how long, but my auntie has unexpectedly passed away, Is it okay if you guys can help us out to give the funeral my auntie always wanted, please we really need the help and do whatever you can share the link or Donate if you are able, anything works, so please with the kindness of your hearts, thank you and lovely day or night, wherever you are in the world, may you and family be safe and filled with lot of love ❤️🩹
Gofundme link here
VLD S8
Unpopular opinion but.....
I stand with my last post but I also just want to say that I am not here for any of the hate the cast, crew and writers are getting. If the show didn’t end how you wanted it to then yeah that sucks for you but those people worked really hard to produce a product that they felt was best for everyone, including the storyline. I personally am slightly let down by the ending but that in NO way gives me the right to give the creators and VA’s death threats. Yeah people are getting DEATH THREATS! that’s crazy! All those lives worked day after day to produce something for you! And because the show ended in a way you don’t like you are going to unnecessarily hate on them? This post isn’t directed to anyone in particular and please don’t take this personally if you are let down by the ending because there is nothing wrong with that. This post is for those in the fandom that seem to have taken things to far. This show is important and has meaning and I understand that but so do the lives of the people behind the screen! Let’s try to be kind! We should be grateful for the beautiful ride we got to experience through this show! Spread kindness, please.
abhi mai library se room pe jaa rha ek auto wale bhaiya pichhe se aaye bolte hai chaliye aage chhod dete hai free me udhar hi jaa rhe hai aur thoda aage aakar chhod diye...😁
abhi bhi kuchh mere jaise achhe log hai 😄
How to heal a witch and/or pagan's soul 101:
"When we live together you can light candles/light incense/etc."
"When we live together feel free to have an altar space in our home"
"Of course you can have protection spells placed on the house I don't mind"
"I dont mind learning about your faith and spirituality"
Like seriously, all things I never thought I'd ever hear from someone outside of our little community, and all of it was said by my S/O. I didn't even realize there was something there that needed healing until they said it.
Dusttale: Revived | Revivors W.I.P. (Another One)
I was gonna wait until I finish the notes & designs for some of the Revivors designs, but I really like how this one turned out.
So you guys get to have another sneak peek:
Here’s one with Azzy for height comparison:
I’m going to be doing the Dreemur Family (& a certain skeleton) first since I have a solid idea for their designs.
Dusttale: Revived | Research Notes for KINDNESS
Russian culture is ecocide
We have a question for animal rights activists: the guys at our positions have a small moose, its mother was hit by a mine… And here is the question: what to do with this calf? Could you please tweet us the news? If you can help in any way, please write to me in DM.
We have found people who will save the calf. Everything ends well. Here is another photo of the kiddo who also suffered from the fucking russians…
The calf is fine, we are waiting for people from the Wild Animals Rescue Center to arrive. There were problems with their access to the place. We will solve the issue.
The filnal update:
Phew, it was difficult😥 The calf was finally taken away.
Animal's whimpers of grief will haunt me in my dreams but for russians it's nothing.
GUYS GUYS GUYS I NEED YOU TO KNOW THIS
Hating yourself is NOT a contained practice. It ALWAYS impacts other people either directly or indirectly. So LET IT GO because not only is it mean to you, it's harmful to everyone in the environment around you.
There is no way to hate without hurting others. Even if you think it's just yourself.
Hating yourself is harming others. Like, almost always. Even if you don’t mean it to.
Loving yourself enough to take care of yourself and be kind to yourself is what makes you more capable of helping others and doing good.
You’re not going to shame and hate yourself into being a better friend, a better spouse, better parent, better person, better service to the world. That’s done through love and gentleness. I promise.
And I know it’s work! There is no switch to flip that takes you magically from self-hatred, self-denial, insecurity, and depression to self-love, self care, gentleness, and joy! It takes work and, for many people, seeking outside help! But it’s worth it worth it worth it, not just for you, but for everyone around you.
guy i vaguely know in class impromptu invited me to join the conga line of Feliz Navidad and like. as people we are quite different. as for worldviews, again, quite different. but in that moment, my rainbow ring standing out against his white shirt as I joined the line behind him, we were the same. just two people excited to sing Feliz Navidad and march around an auditorium with a bunch of Spanish speakers
Merry Christmas y'all. Feliz Navidad. We're all people in the end.