Our children bear the brunt of the violence in 馃崏 Here are the children of my family whose childhood and dreams were stolen from them, despite all the hurt and pain, raising the sign of victory
..The story of Zeina, Marah, Kamel, Youssef, little Yara, and many children in my tent.. Zeina and Marah say to her mother: I want to play like before the war, I want to go to the amusement park, I want clothes and a clean house, I want to celebrate the holidays, I want to go to school and learn, I want to feel safe and sound......
Her mother: She does not answer and feels disappointed with tears on her cheeks
Marah and Zeina: Mom, why don鈥檛 you answer? Mom, don鈥檛 cry. 馃槶馃槶馃槶
Mom, we understand everything, and yet we will play and learn 馃憞馃憤馃憞
..But now is the time to support us and live safely.
..The time has come to stop this destructive war.
..It is time to reach the largest number of donors to save my family and children.
all the news going around with unity's really got me worried for games that are already several years into development like Hollow Knight Silksong and Billie Bust up.
Just rough because I don't suppose a whole lot of games are going to be able to pivot game engines, let alone so late in development. Like it is easier said than done to pivot early in development but i've been following the development of several games that are years in at this point and the fact that they're grandfathering older titles into this is just... it's just bad.
The potential loss of games in terms of archival on such a massive scale....
A music video celebrating the unity of the Palestinian Resistance in Gaza. From a 2015 interview with Gaza representatives of the Abu Ali Mustafah Brigades (PFLP), National Resistance Brigades (DFLP), Al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigades (Fatah), Al-Nasser Salah al-Din Brigades (Popular Resistance Committees), and the Mujahideen Brigades.
it grew out of the collective disillusionment of marginalised communities the world over. whether you were a person of colour, working class, a part of the LGBTQIA+ community, or any combination of these and other communities, punk was and still is for the most part a scene which welcomes everyone.
right wing politics are, by their definition, opposed to everything punk stands for: anti-establishment belief, radical acceptance, and anti-consumerism.
so don't forget what dead kennedy's said in that absolutely amazing song, 'nazi punks fuck off':
"You still think swastikas look cool
The real Nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth Reich you'll be the first to go"
and if any right wing 'punks' see this post, all i can really say is cope harder lmao.
one thing that really makes me sad is that we probably won't get any more sick banger choir parts from crew members where they all sing together like in full speed ahead different beast etc cuz there's no more crew left 褌褌.褌褌
The more I think about it the more I like how unstructured The Boy and the Heron feels. It encapsulates the experiences of dealing with grief and being a child growing up so well.
Something happened that you don't really understand, and now everything's changing, and the world is so much bigger than you thought it was. Sometimes you're forced into engaging with how much more there is to life. Sometimes you choose to step forward, even if you don't know what it means yet. Sometimes you are alone, sometimes you will be by people who annoy you but whom you help anyway, oftentimes there will be people to help you through it. You are much more clever than people would expect, and yet you feel impotent when you can't do anything about the things you care for. What do you even care about? The memory of what you've lost hits you at random moments, making you cry just when you managed to distract yourself; you look back even as you walk forward. You don't understand why you do the things you do. It just felt like the right thing to do. It just felt like it would help, even when it hurt you. Maybe you'll find their meaning eventually. There are so many things that are new and beautiful, and yet the things that matter are familiar, even painfully so. There are people who want you to take on their legacies, shoulder new burdens even when they seem ridiculous to you - and yet you cannot turn the possibility of change away. There is a history that calls to you, but you don't know how to express it. There are chances for you to turn back, but you're never quite done yet. You have to carve your own path. You have to see things for yourself. You remember in your own time and learn, even when some say forgetting would be kinder. One fleeting beauty is exchanged for the contentment you have built. How do you live? You stumble, and discover, and embrace the memories, and bring them with you as you keep moving. You don't know how you live, but somehow you do. There is time. And maybe, someday, leaving and going home will feel the same. Maybe you'll build home again.