#hopeposting — Public Fediverse posts

The moon is still there, lighting the night sky, as it always has been.

https://bookwyr.me/post/266038

RE: https://socel.net/@TheSpaceshipper/115616671614459067

This is one of those films that gives #hope about the future that things will work out in time. #hopeposting

RE: https://socel.net/@TheSpaceshipper/115616671614459067

This is one of those films that gives #hope about the future that things will work out in time. #hopeposting

RE: https://socel.net/@TheSpaceshipper/115616671614459067

This is one of those films that gives #hope about the future that things will work out in time. #hopeposting

RE: https://socel.net/@TheSpaceshipper/115616671614459067

This is one of those films that gives #hope about the future that things will work out in time. #hopeposting

Timeline's a mess tonight 😟 Hate to see so many having a tough time. Have a hug if you need one 🫂 and a paint-by-numbers panda that I've found to be oddly comforting. Hopefully it helps.

#comfort #hopeposting #HeyYouYoureNotAlone #BeComfortedByThePanda

#hopePosting
Feel-good claptrap

#hopePosting
Feel-good claptrap

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Feel-good claptrap

#HopePosting, because I feel like we could all use it right now: I live in a monarch migration corridor, and saw my first monarch of the year yesterday. May the #butterflies be abundant.

#HopePosting, because I feel like we could all use it right now: I live in a monarch migration corridor, and saw my first monarch of the year yesterday. May the #butterflies be abundant.

#HopePosting, because I feel like we could all use it right now: I live in a monarch migration corridor, and saw my first monarch of the year yesterday. May the #butterflies be abundant.

#HopePosting, because I feel like we could all use it right now: I live in a monarch migration corridor, and saw my first monarch of the year yesterday. May the #butterflies be abundant.

#HopePosting, because I feel like we could all use it right now: I live in a monarch migration corridor, and saw my first monarch of the year yesterday. May the #butterflies be abundant.

What’s this? Another prompt I want to actually take somewhat seriously?

Who are your favorite people to be around?

People who are straightforward, honest, and the only bullshit they give me is the joking kind. Preferably, they can see shit about me that I can’t, and can do shit that I can’t without making me feel like shit for it. They don’t talk my ear off constantly about meaningless shit and believe that words have as much power as actions and use both in tandem.

I’m very picky about the people I surround myself with, and it’s a high bar because I have made peace with solitude most days, being mostly housebound and all, to the point where if I prefer being alone more than I enjoy spending time with a person, I simply won’t engage with them if I don’t have to. I am too tired and have too much shit to do (as well as people I actually like) to pay the people I dislike much mind. My energy is precious and I don’t have much of it. So I do my best to use it wisely. My favorite people get that and go to great lengths to help me protect the little energy I have.

I’m not proud of a lot of the way my life has gone, and there’s a lot that happened that’s entirely outside of my control. However, I’m damn proud of the fact that I picked great people.

-Allēna

#charisma #chronicfatigue #chronicillness #community #CripplePunk #dailyprompt #dailyprompt1854 #Disabled #eepy #friends #hopeposting #housebound #jointhypermobility #jointpain #MECFS #NEISvoid #neurodivergence #partners #queer #socialtime #Spoonie #strokesurvivor #winning

What’s this? Another prompt I want to actually take somewhat seriously?

Who are your favorite people to be around?

People who are straightforward, honest, and the only bullshit they give me is the joking kind. Preferably, they can see shit about me that I can’t, and can do shit that I can’t without making me feel like shit for it. They don’t talk my ear off constantly about meaningless shit and believe that words have as much power as actions and use both in tandem.

I’m very picky about the people I surround myself with, and it’s a high bar because I have made peace with solitude most days, being mostly housebound and all, to the point where if I prefer being alone more than I enjoy spending time with a person, I simply won’t engage with them if I don’t have to. I am too tired and have too much shit to do (as well as people I actually like) to pay the people I dislike much mind. My energy is precious and I don’t have much of it. So I do my best to use it wisely. My favorite people get that and go to great lengths to help me protect the little energy I have.

I’m not proud of a lot of the way my life has gone, and there’s a lot that happened that’s entirely outside of my control. However, I’m damn proud of the fact that I picked great people.

-Allēna

#charisma #chronicfatigue #chronicillness #community #CripplePunk #dailyprompt #dailyprompt1854 #Disabled #eepy #friends #hopeposting #housebound #jointhypermobility #jointpain #MECFS #NEISvoid #neurodivergence #partners #queer #socialtime #Spoonie #strokesurvivor #winning

Y’all, I bring glad tidings in this hell scape…

The world may be a dumpster fire, but our shitty downstairs neighbor is getting evicted after throwing a 45 minute plus rage fit at our property manager that I had the glorious pleasure of overhearing this day.

He’s out at the end of February 🎉

Cheers, everyone. Justice has been served at last.

-Allēna

#CurrentEvents #hopeposting #justice #positivity

Véra babycat, caught in the act of being beautiful.

I love my evil genius tuxie cat so much 💛

-Allēna

#Bloomscrolling #catsoffediverse #CatsOfMastodon #hopeposting #little #Tuxedocat #tuxie

josh johnson's take on the executive orders is refreshing...

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-8067-9aec-53a8-79f792346804

josh johnson's take on the executive orders is refreshing...

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-8067-9aec-53a8-79f792346804

josh johnson's take on the executive orders is refreshing...

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-8067-9aec-53a8-79f792346804

josh johnson's take on the executive orders is refreshing...

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-8067-9aec-53a8-79f792346804

Mark me down as scared and ANGRY.

Well. It’s been one week of Trump’s 2nd term, and what a week it has been. I ended up being off of work due to extreme winter weather in Florida (my university got 9 inches, further in the panhandle got 9.5 inches, obliterating the record of 4 inches from 1954, climate change is real). I spent the entire week in sort of a terrified fugue state, unable to look away from the horrors unfolding from the President’s office. I couldn’t look away from the news feeds, and I couldn’t think much either. I went back to work today and had to concentrate on my job, so hopefully have broken out of that state. But the fear and uncertainty remains.

Tonight I attended a meeting of a local trans social group I go to sometimes. For tonight they had brought in a few people with messages of hope, including a local trans civil rights lawyer who has been fighting Florida’s anti-trans laws (and winning!) for the past few years. She had some good insights about how we shouldn’t panic because none of the EO is enforceable immediately, and it’s all very in line with what we’ve already seen here in FL, so we know how to deal with it. It was reassuring to have people on our side fighting for our rights in court-houses and the state-house. I’m trying to be both realistic about current events, and hold onto hope that things will get better again, and we will survive this too.

I’m also watching and worrying about the anti-disability actions taken this past week, from freezing health agency communications to targeting of disability benefits and much more. There’s been tales of life-saving medications drastically rising in price, cutting off spending at the NIH, including for the hospital, and more knock on effects that are going to get disabled folks killed. Not to mention, we still have Covid and now bird-flu and norovirus to contend with, and no public health news can get out to us. It’s a scary time right now, and I’m worried for myself and all my many disabled friends.

But I’m also angry. I will not be driven into the closet or go quietly to an end caused by greed and manufactured shortages. I will remain out, I will remain loud, and I will keep trying to build community and contribute to community safety nets, like the Pride center and the Civic Media Center and Food Not Bombs. I will continue to do my best at connecting people with information about everything, including things this administration has decided must be suppressed. And most of all, I will continue to find joy in things large and small, in my gender, in my friends and family in all their queer glory and nonconforming beauty, in libraries and archives, and in so much more. No matter how hard the Trumpers try, they can’t take who I am away from me. I will survive this, and I’m bringing as many of you along as I can for the journey of survival. To that end, have some recent photos of my cats being loving and my dog being loved by Binghe. Binghe, Yuan, and Bella all want you to be well and survive so you can thrive. They believe in all of us.

#antiTransEO #cats #censorship #disability #dog #hopePosting #lgbtq #politics #queer #transgender #transphobia

Mark me down as scared and ANGRY.

Well. It’s been one week of Trump’s 2nd term, and what a week it has been. I ended up being off of work due to extreme winter weather in Florida (my university got 9 inches, further in the panhandle got 9.5 inches, obliterating the record of 4 inches from 1954, climate change is real). I spent the entire week in sort of a terrified fugue state, unable to look away from the horrors unfolding from the President’s office. I couldn’t look away from the news feeds, and I couldn’t think much either. I went back to work today and had to concentrate on my job, so hopefully have broken out of that state. But the fear and uncertainty remains.

Tonight I attended a meeting of a local trans social group I go to sometimes. For tonight they had brought in a few people with messages of hope, including a local trans civil rights lawyer who has been fighting Florida’s anti-trans laws (and winning!) for the past few years. She had some good insights about how we shouldn’t panic because none of the EO is enforceable immediately, and it’s all very in line with what we’ve already seen here in FL, so we know how to deal with it. It was reassuring to have people on our side fighting for our rights in court-houses and the state-house. I’m trying to be both realistic about current events, and hold onto hope that things will get better again, and we will survive this too.

I’m also watching and worrying about the anti-disability actions taken this past week, from freezing health agency communications to targeting of disability benefits and much more. There’s been tales of life-saving medications drastically rising in price, cutting off spending at the NIH, including for the hospital, and more knock on effects that are going to get disabled folks killed. Not to mention, we still have Covid and now bird-flu and norovirus to contend with, and no public health news can get out to us. It’s a scary time right now, and I’m worried for myself and all my many disabled friends.

But I’m also angry. I will not be driven into the closet or go quietly to an end caused by greed and manufactured shortages. I will remain out, I will remain loud, and I will keep trying to build community and contribute to community safety nets, like the Pride center and the Civic Media Center and Food Not Bombs. I will continue to do my best at connecting people with information about everything, including things this administration has decided must be suppressed. And most of all, I will continue to find joy in things large and small, in my gender, in my friends and family in all their queer glory and nonconforming beauty, in libraries and archives, and in so much more. No matter how hard the Trumpers try, they can’t take who I am away from me. I will survive this, and I’m bringing as many of you along as I can for the journey of survival. To that end, have some recent photos of my cats being loving and my dog being loved by Binghe. Binghe, Yuan, and Bella all want you to be well and survive so you can thrive. They believe in all of us.

#antiTransEO #cats #censorship #disability #dog #hopePosting #lgbtq #politics #queer #transgender #transphobia

Mark me down as scared and ANGRY.

Well. It’s been one week of Trump’s 2nd term, and what a week it has been. I ended up being off of work due to extreme winter weather in Florida (my university got 9 inches, further in the panhandle got 9.5 inches, obliterating the record of 4 inches from 1954, climate change is real). I spent the entire week in sort of a terrified fugue state, unable to look away from the horrors unfolding from the President’s office. I couldn’t look away from the news feeds, and I couldn’t think much either. I went back to work today and had to concentrate on my job, so hopefully have broken out of that state. But the fear and uncertainty remains.

Tonight I attended a meeting of a local trans social group I go to sometimes. For tonight they had brought in a few people with messages of hope, including a local trans civil rights lawyer who has been fighting Florida’s anti-trans laws (and winning!) for the past few years. She had some good insights about how we shouldn’t panic because none of the EO is enforceable immediately, and it’s all very in line with what we’ve already seen here in FL, so we know how to deal with it. It was reassuring to have people on our side fighting for our rights in court-houses and the state-house. I’m trying to be both realistic about current events, and hold onto hope that things will get better again, and we will survive this too.

I’m also watching and worrying about the anti-disability actions taken this past week, from freezing health agency communications to targeting of disability benefits and much more. There’s been tales of life-saving medications drastically rising in price, cutting off spending at the NIH, including for the hospital, and more knock on effects that are going to get disabled folks killed. Not to mention, we still have Covid and now bird-flu and norovirus to contend with, and no public health news can get out to us. It’s a scary time right now, and I’m worried for myself and all my many disabled friends.

But I’m also angry. I will not be driven into the closet or go quietly to an end caused by greed and manufactured shortages. I will remain out, I will remain loud, and I will keep trying to build community and contribute to community safety nets, like the Pride center and the Civic Media Center and Food Not Bombs. I will continue to do my best at connecting people with information about everything, including things this administration has decided must be suppressed. And most of all, I will continue to find joy in things large and small, in my gender, in my friends and family in all their queer glory and nonconforming beauty, in libraries and archives, and in so much more. No matter how hard the Trumpers try, they can’t take who I am away from me. I will survive this, and I’m bringing as many of you along as I can for the journey of survival. To that end, have some recent photos of my cats being loving and my dog being loved by Binghe. Binghe, Yuan, and Bella all want you to be well and survive so you can thrive. They believe in all of us.

#antiTransEO #cats #censorship #disability #dog #hopePosting #lgbtq #politics #queer #transgender #transphobia

Mark me down as scared and ANGRY.

Well. It’s been one week of Trump’s 2nd term, and what a week it has been. I ended up being off of work due to extreme winter weather in Florida (my university got 9 inches, further in the panhandle got 9.5 inches, obliterating the record of 4 inches from 1954, climate change is real). I spent the entire week in sort of a terrified fugue state, unable to look away from the horrors unfolding from the President’s office. I couldn’t look away from the news feeds, and I couldn’t think much either. I went back to work today and had to concentrate on my job, so hopefully have broken out of that state. But the fear and uncertainty remains.

Tonight I attended a meeting of a local trans social group I go to sometimes. For tonight they had brought in a few people with messages of hope, including a local trans civil rights lawyer who has been fighting Florida’s anti-trans laws (and winning!) for the past few years. She had some good insights about how we shouldn’t panic because none of the EO is enforceable immediately, and it’s all very in line with what we’ve already seen here in FL, so we know how to deal with it. It was reassuring to have people on our side fighting for our rights in court-houses and the state-house. I’m trying to be both realistic about current events, and hold onto hope that things will get better again, and we will survive this too.

I’m also watching and worrying about the anti-disability actions taken this past week, from freezing health agency communications to targeting of disability benefits and much more. There’s been tales of life-saving medications drastically rising in price, cutting off spending at the NIH, including for the hospital, and more knock on effects that are going to get disabled folks killed. Not to mention, we still have Covid and now bird-flu and norovirus to contend with, and no public health news can get out to us. It’s a scary time right now, and I’m worried for myself and all my many disabled friends.

But I’m also angry. I will not be driven into the closet or go quietly to an end caused by greed and manufactured shortages. I will remain out, I will remain loud, and I will keep trying to build community and contribute to community safety nets, like the Pride center and the Civic Media Center and Food Not Bombs. I will continue to do my best at connecting people with information about everything, including things this administration has decided must be suppressed. And most of all, I will continue to find joy in things large and small, in my gender, in my friends and family in all their queer glory and nonconforming beauty, in libraries and archives, and in so much more. No matter how hard the Trumpers try, they can’t take who I am away from me. I will survive this, and I’m bringing as many of you along as I can for the journey of survival. To that end, have some recent photos of my cats being loving and my dog being loved by Binghe. Binghe, Yuan, and Bella all want you to be well and survive so you can thrive. They believe in all of us.

#antiTransEO #cats #censorship #disability #dog #hopePosting #lgbtq #politics #queer #transgender #transphobia

Mark me down as scared and ANGRY.

Well. It’s been one week of Trump’s 2nd term, and what a week it has been. I ended up being off of work due to extreme winter weather in Florida (my university got 9 inches, further in the panhandle got 9.5 inches, obliterating the record of 4 inches from 1954, climate change is real). I spent the entire week in sort of a terrified fugue state, unable to look away from the horrors unfolding from the President’s office. I couldn’t look away from the news feeds, and I couldn’t think much either. I went back to work today and had to concentrate on my job, so hopefully have broken out of that state. But the fear and uncertainty remains.

Tonight I attended a meeting of a local trans social group I go to sometimes. For tonight they had brought in a few people with messages of hope, including a local trans civil rights lawyer who has been fighting Florida’s anti-trans laws (and winning!) for the past few years. She had some good insights about how we shouldn’t panic because none of the EO is enforceable immediately, and it’s all very in line with what we’ve already seen here in FL, so we know how to deal with it. It was reassuring to have people on our side fighting for our rights in court-houses and the state-house. I’m trying to be both realistic about current events, and hold onto hope that things will get better again, and we will survive this too.

I’m also watching and worrying about the anti-disability actions taken this past week, from freezing health agency communications to targeting of disability benefits and much more. There’s been tales of life-saving medications drastically rising in price, cutting off spending at the NIH, including for the hospital, and more knock on effects that are going to get disabled folks killed. Not to mention, we still have Covid and now bird-flu and norovirus to contend with, and no public health news can get out to us. It’s a scary time right now, and I’m worried for myself and all my many disabled friends.

But I’m also angry. I will not be driven into the closet or go quietly to an end caused by greed and manufactured shortages. I will remain out, I will remain loud, and I will keep trying to build community and contribute to community safety nets, like the Pride center and the Civic Media Center and Food Not Bombs. I will continue to do my best at connecting people with information about everything, including things this administration has decided must be suppressed. And most of all, I will continue to find joy in things large and small, in my gender, in my friends and family in all their queer glory and nonconforming beauty, in libraries and archives, and in so much more. No matter how hard the Trumpers try, they can’t take who I am away from me. I will survive this, and I’m bringing as many of you along as I can for the journey of survival. To that end, have some recent photos of my cats being loving and my dog being loved by Binghe. Binghe, Yuan, and Bella all want you to be well and survive so you can thrive. They believe in all of us.

#antiTransEO #cats #censorship #disability #dog #hopePosting #lgbtq #politics #queer #transgender #transphobia

A note on meaningful contributions, mutual aid, etc..

The revolution will need parents and caregivers.
The revolution will need artists.
The revolution will need everyday people.

THIS ^^^. We say this all the time. What you can contribute matters. Do what you can do with what you have.

Just don’t do nothing.

-Allēna

#community #CommunityCare #CripplePunk #hopeposting #leftism #meaning #mutualaid

A message to anyone learning a new skill:

This doesn’t just apply to cooking.

Xavier used to always tell me before he died that you have to learn the rules to anything before you can break them. And this man was a certifiable genius across the board – brilliant cook, chaos programmer, astonishing writer, ruthless editor. I swear he did everything by his intuition, too, but only after learning the rules of a skill enough to break them.

Damn near everything I can do, I first learned to do from watching that contrarian bitch of a man do life. He was a wonderful, terrible, grumpy, hilarious, Renaissance master of multidisciplinary batshittery, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I had to fail my way forward first until I found a way to do things that worked for me.

And I will never stop learning about everything I can get my eternally bored hands on, learning rules, breaking them creatively, rinsing, repeating, and having a whole lot of fun while I do.

So please, experiment, fail your way forward, break new ground. This is how you learn and find ways to do things that work for you. But also learn from the masters. There’s nuance in everything. You don’t have to reinvent the wheel.

Happy learning, and stay curious!

-Allēna

#AcceptanceMatters #actuallyADHD #actuallyAuDHD #ActuallyAutistic #art #batshittery #boredom #cooking #creativity #CripplePunk #failure #father #HopePunk #hopeposting #intuition #learning #SkillAcquisition #Xavier

You should know you’ve fucked up if a BISHOP is calling you out on national television…

So this happened, and Trump isn’t happy.

Let him rave, though. Good for Bishop Budde.

Hallelujah.

-Allēna

#goodNews #hopeposting #LGBTQ #news #USPol

You should know you’ve fucked up if a BISHOP is calling you out on national television…

So this happened, and Trump isn’t happy.

Let him rave, though. Good for Bishop Budde.

Hallelujah.

-Allēna

#goodNews #hopeposting #LGBTQ #news #USPol

The Journey goes on
#wholesome #hopeposting

The Journey goes on
#wholesome #hopeposting

The Journey goes on
#wholesome #hopeposting

The Journey goes on
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A visual representation of the healing power of time #wholesome #hopeposting

A visual representation of the healing power of time #wholesome #hopeposting