#human Tumblr posts

No primeiro depoimento já consegui entender que seria emocionante este documentário. O que nos faz humanos? No primeiro momento entendemos que o amor é entendido de diversas formas e que esse entendimento por de ser distorcido, o que levaria a problemáticos relacionamentos, mas que pode haver um momento da vida que entendemos o que é amor de verdade. E ele poderá ser mostrado de forma surpreendente.

Várias pessoas de todas as partes do mundo compartilham suas ideias de amor. Algumas de forma bem subjetiva, outras de forma personificada. Outras rapidamente relacionam a palavra amor a um relacionamento carnal e apaixonado. Histórias de loucuras de amor, do primeiro amor, amor em poligamia, amor impossível, amor após tragédia, amor na enfermidade, amor não-correspondido. Cada fala é possível de ser lida nos olhos dos entrevistados, é realmente tocante!

Após este momento, a questão é sobre ser um mulher na perspectiva de mulheres. Para algumas ser homem é mais fácil em todos os sentidos, mas apesar der ser mais difícil ser mulher, o esforço quando recompensado é gratificante. Falam de discriminação e de impotência, de que são capazes tanto quanto homens. Sobre o direito de trabalhar e orgulho masculino quando ferido. Sobre mudar a vida radicalmente, mesmo que aos 50 anos. Divórcio e casamento. Diferentes culturas. Após estas mulheres falarem, os homens então falam sobre como eles enxergam as mulheres, sobre como se sentem sobre direitos, estes que elas não têm. Machismo e também, cooperação. Como um homem é visto de forma estranha quando divide as tarefas. O documentário vai a fundo em suas histórias de aborto, prisão, estupro e violência doméstica.

Num terceiro momento o assunto passa a ser o trabalho. Falta de valorização de serviços e produtos, tarefas repetitivas durante longas jornadas, assédio moral e falta de outras oportunidades, fazendo com que aceitem trabalhos que desumanizam por necessidade. Pessoas que precisaram sair de seu país em busca de trabalho. Prostituição. Ser demitido após muitos anos - a dificuldade de arrumar outro emprego, a depressão, a sensação de humilhação.

No quarto momento o assunto é pobreza. Precisar e não ter. A liberdade que o dinheiro proporciona, não só de comprar, mas de escolher sem que o foco seja o dinheiro: trabalho, relacionamentos, tempo. Sobre ter muito e não ser suficiente. Sobre o que o dinheiro não pode comprar. Miséria. O que sobra pra um e é desperdiçado e não dividido é o que falta e faria toda a diferença para outro. “A pobreza é um estado duradouro e para muitos. Para gente demais.” Sobre generosidade que geralmente vem de quem menos tem.

Ao final deste primeiro volume, temos a fala do ex-presidente do Uruguai José Mujica com uma reflexão incrível e tocante sobre a sociedade consumista.

O’daughter of many destinies, come and play with the threads of fate, let’s look at a world where all things end

And tomorrow let’s do it once more, so today may never come ever again

Sorry for the lack of posts tumblr I’ve just been busy doing human things like eating and drinking water

HMMMMMM

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I was listening to “two” - sleeping at last when I drew this, I’m really angry my app just erased the progress of this fanart

So…

she knows your true intentions and wants to let everyone else know too

“What has four legs and flies?”
That was the riddle asked by the sphinx lying in the entrance to the supermarket, her large, leonine body, comely face, and broad, feathered wings welcoming would-be customers and blocking their way forward. Her tail tapped lazily against the concrete as another tried to gain entry.
“Is it unicorns?” Asked a portly man, wishing for some burritos for dinner.
“Unicorns cannot fly,” Said the sphinx, her head lying in a pool of her long, flowing hair. “And they do not tend to attract flies, so your answer is wrong on two levels. Next.”
With a dismissive gesture of her paw, the sphinx sent the man away, his grumbling and groaning fading into the gathered crowd of people. Humans and monsters clamored, griped and complained, curses and ill wishes aimed toward the offending riddler floating up from the masses.
An especially angry woman in yoga pants stormed to the fore, waving a finger irately as she ranted, “You listen here, you ugly fur ball! I’ve been waiting for almost an hour, and I’m sick of waiting! You move right now, or I’m calling the cops!”
The sphinx stretched herself out, her back popping pleasantly as her claws flexed. “I’m well within my legal rights, so I fail to see what the police would do.”
“You’re blocking the entrance to a public business!”
“With the recent rash of rampant, excessive purchases,” The sphinx said. “The proprietor has hired my services to control the flow of shoppers as they restock their inventory. That and as a sphinx, I am within my cultural rights to act as a guardian for any persons, places, or things with the added benefit of indulging in my species’ favorite pastime: riddles. I am still waiting for your answer, by the way.”
The woman, red in the face, screamed, “I’m not answering anything! I want to do my shopping!”
The sphinx lifted her head, turning her sharp, feline eyes on the woman. “Would you like to try getting past me?”
While her tone was conversational, the woman instantly deflated, her face paling as she belatedly realized her situation, facing down a large, sapient apex predator.
“Wh-what?” The woman squeaked mousily.
“Oh, be still.” The feline monster chuckled, waving the woman off with a paw. “I am not allowed to harm anyone, and I have no desire to besides. I just thought it would be funny to see you try and get around me.”
The woman quickly forgot her fear as indignation reddened her face.
“Why– You–” She stammered incoherently.
The sphinx, smiling cattily, laid her head back down and ignored the annoying woman. “Next.”
With a strangled, enraged cry, the woman stomped away, rudely pushing past gathered crowd members as she went.
Before long, another had stepped forward, this time a pale young man with a dark hoodie and worn sneakers. His dirty blonde hair his face under his hood.
“Hey.” He said as a way of greeting.
“Hello. Do you have an answer for me?”
The boy asked, “What was the question?”
Raising a brow, the sphinx repeated her riddle, earning a smile and laugh from the boy.
“Oh, that’s easy!” He said proudly. “A defenestrated coffee table.”
“Wrong. Ne–” It took a moment for what he said to hit home, but the instant she registered what he’d said, she quickly rolled up onto her belly, staring at him wide-eyed. “I beg your pardon?”
“A defenestrated coffee table. Y'know, like, a table someone threw out a window.”
“I know what to defenestrate something is.” She said, a touch more defensively than she meant to. “I just– what?!”
The boy scratched at his head. “I mean, I guess it’s more like four legs and falls, but isn’t flying just controlled falling anyway?”
The sphinx stared at the young man, slack-jawed. The crowd had fallen silent, staring at the spectacle. Some people near the front had started to relay the given answer to those further back, spurring similar exclamations.
The boy, apparently ignorant of the ludicrousness of his answer, shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not wrong, right?”
Silence reigned for a time in the lot just outside the supermarket.
Then the sphinx, who up until that point had been the picture of dignity and control, burst out into peals of raucous laughter. A full belly laugh that left her wheezing for breath and brought tears to her eyes, her teeth flashing in the light as she grinned uncontrollably. Many in the crowd leaped back, startled at the sudden outburst, some even turning tail and fleeing on the spot. The sphinx for her part wasn’t paying much attention, trying to regain control of herself from her uproar.
“A-A-A WHAT?!” She screamed, howling, breathless. “A DEFENESTRATED– WHY IS IT A COFFEE– WHAT?!” She could manage nothing else, so caught off guard by the response.  In all her years, she’d never heard such an off-the-wall solution to a riddle.
“You, uh,” The young man asked, concern creeping in. “You okay?”
“Just–” She tried, collapsing back into giggles. She tried again. “Just-Just go. Enter if it pleases you. Never have I heard such– oh, gods.”
Slinking to the side, she allowed the boy entry, who, for his part, was more than happy to take leave of the laughing monster. With him inside the store, and the sphinx recovering from her bout of manic merriment, the crowd was left wondering.
One brave soul in the gathered mass piped up, “So, does that mean we can go in now?”
The sphinx, recovered and smiling maliciously, resettled herself in the entrance. With a smugness befitting such a creature, she said, “One per customer.”
The groans and cries of anguish spread through the congregation, nearly setting the sphinx off roaring again.
Pleased with herself, she began to concoct another riddle.

I may eventually finish this sketchbook…

Today’s random dnd character is a human Monk

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This guy is cool! :0 Where did you find him?

- Mod Rat

In these very trying times I’ve been working from home and getting the fun opportunity to pick up some drawing again! These three are from the most recent D&D campaign that I completed.

In order posted: Andry Spadesmith (my character!), and then Pip the Kobold, and Nicholas Hadley, who were two other PC characters that I drew. We had a total party of six.

Aki was kind of babey at age 13 ngl

أنا آسف..

آسف حين قسوت على البشر وزعمت كرهي لهم! هذا غير صحيح أصبح كوكب الأرض موحش ! موحش جداً يارب رفقاً بعبيدك💔

Originally posted by loliwannadie

Siamo solo umani, non possiamo pretendere la perfezione, incarniamo il peccato, giorno dopo giorno..

Siamo solo umani…non abbiamo mille vite, ma possiamo vivere 100 in una sola giornata.

Siamo solo umani, sanguinano.. Siamo colo carne che cammina..

Siamo solo umani.. Siamo barattoli.. La nostra vera essenza è l'anima.. Il corpo è solo una crisalide..

Siamo solo umani… Solo.. Umani.

Aki doodle dump

Matt Donovan was the most annoying character, yet he lived the longest, it’s not adding up

I don’t want to be afraid of being a vulnerable person. And I don’t want to turn away from responsibility because of fear of failure.

I hope we’ll all be okay.

Hang on to the desire to protect those most at risk for harm, as always. Learn how you may be causing harm, and stop. Show yourself love, affection, and kindness; simply because you can.

I hope you all are well. I hope that I remain well. I hope that we can build a world that can actually compassionately and fully care for those who are not well, not housed, not safe.

give it our very human best.

Beach [2020]

Creating a separate account on instagram where I just upload pastel-ish (this one’s a bit… less pastel) x chibi content with no pressure was a good decision. Can recommend