Hallowpotte

Maverique - Pansexual - Vegan - Pagan - Ve/Ve/Viself - Attempting weight loss - I draw furries and cute people - Call me Hallowpotte - Certified Bull Caniche I reblog and post whatever interests me, or I like to remember to look back on, this is a personal blog

[veganhumor]

So Dove has gone cruelty free and is shifting towards fully vegan products.

Now, yes…. I know dove has been long standing on the problematic front and this isn’t a post supporting them or a post detailing out their past failings and offenses.

This to me… is huge. Massive. And not bc of who it is but bc of what it is.

Why? Dove is a massive cooperation. Household name (at least in the US). This sets a bar, a precedent, a new standard for other massive corporations, at least on the health/beauty/hygenie front. Also, I’ve been seeing their marketing campaigns on social media everywhere.

Do I suddenly stan dove? No. Am I exciticed bc this is progress and this is change? Yes.

Y’all, we’re really out here doing it. Making change. Veganism is direct action against animal cruelty. Don’t forget that.

[go-vegan-now]

[veganpropaganda]

[deactivated-drawing]

vegans aren’t ethical they just like animals more than brown people

[vomitveg]

vegans aren’t ethical, they just talk about how black communities are effected by run off from animal farming and factories and acquire multiple health problems from said factories and about how the POC working in these factories are treated less than human, all the while just fucking eating vegetables but vegans for sure hate brown people ig

[veganuniversity-deactivated2022]

Don’t say vegans don’t care about brown people, it erases the existence of us brown vegans. Don’t use brown people as an argument against veganism when those people face much harsher conditions in animal agriculture. In addition it’s hypocritical to make such a statement when you most likely eat produce. Don’t pretend to care, act like you care by invoking the change you know you can do

[lifevialoving]

please stop justifying one injustice with the existence of another. it’s like saying “climate change activists don’t care about brown people. if they did, they would stop worrying about climate change, and start worrying about police brutality.” 

don’t sweat it, I have enough anxiety to be concerned about everyone

[i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters]

Logging into Tumblr on October 1st and seeing everyone like:

[livekindlyco-blog]

That’s the spot!  😍

[furryenby-blog]

It's a chill day today, just me and my mane

[somanypetals]

someone who works at our local opshop/thrift shop just put goldblums in every single photo frame in the store

[ex0skeletal]

Works by Yuri Hill

[cats-addicts]

[defend-animals]

[furryenby-blog]

I got a new shirt +u+ and new fashion glasses yeeeeee

[cats-addicts]

[vegan-humor-daily]

[vegan-memes-ftw]

[a-obnoxious-vegans-blog]

Supporting👏honey👏farms👏kills👏bees👏

Honey👏bees👏aren't👏endangered👏wild👏bees👏are👏

Wild👏bees👏pollinate👏10x👏better👏than👏honey👏bees👏

Honey👏bees👏carry👏disease👏that👏kill👏local👏bees👏

🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝

[necessaryveganism]

This picture was taken in a pure and raw moment of our son.

Proud doesn’t even come close when I reflect on what I learned about our 8 year old son this past week. Back in March he decided that he wanted to do the Market lamb project for his first year in 4-H. We made sure that he understood that the end would result in one of his lambs most likely being in the Sale at Fair and fulfilling its purpose as a Market animal. He was set on the task at hand. He knew he would get attached to both ewe lambs, who he named Pork and Beans, and he knew where one would likely end up. He surprised us with his tenacity when it came to early morning feedings before school and late nights nursing a sick one through pneumonia. He worked them every day . Taught them how to lead and brace. He measured and weighed feed and supplements as well as making sure they had clean fresh water at all times. I would catch him hugging and loving on them when he would have a quiet moment . There was no doubt that he loved them.

At Fair we could tell that he was very proud of his finished projects . He faced his fears and walked into the show ring with his head held high and gave it all he had. He built a beautiful partnership with Pork and Beans. As a mom , my heart was so full and I was in awe of my boy. I looked at his dad beaming with pride of his son .

Sale day came and we found out that Beans made the cut. Beans and Dalton posed for a picture for their potential buyers in front of a Douglas County back drop, then their Auction number was painted on Beans’s back. At that point, tears started rolling down my sons face. I hugged him and kissed his forehead. But, he was still set on what was to fallow. That night, we watched him proudly walk her around the Auction arena and sell her for a number beyond what any of us ever expected. The incredible thing about 4-H auctions is that buyers don’t pay just what the animal is worth, they exceed far beyond their market value because they believe in our children’s hard work and want to invest in them. He left that auction arena on cloud nine and so pumped for next year.

Sunday came around and we knew it was going to be a rough day . Beans had a color painted on her back which indicated which truck she was to be loaded on. Time came to take her out of the pen and lead her that direction. My heart ached as I watch my child say goodbye to his partner . As much as I tried, I couldn’t help but let the tears stream down my face. My boy gave her many hugs and scratches. His father, fighting his own tears asked if our son needed him to take Beans to semi but, our sweet, courageous boy insisted on doing it himself. The barn was filled with many kids and parents that were going through the same thing. What a beautiful thing. These animals are destined for Market. How incredible that they land in the hands of children who love them and give them the best care while they are here on this earth . I found myself in a strange place. I wanted to fix my son’s heartache, but at the same time I knew how important it was to fallow through with the ENTIRE 4-H project. From start to finish. And even though this was tough, we had to allow him this experience. Sobbing, he loaded Beans on the truck , walked her halter back to the sheep barn where he was embraced with many hugs from other 4-H members wiping their own tears because they to just said goodbye to their partners. And through all of this, he actually thanked us for allowing him this experience.

My son is my hero. He is bigger than I ever knew. My son ran the race and finished regardless of his feelings and emotions. He loved his lamb, but he knew what was important. He raised a great product through blood, sweat , and tears, and he completed his project. He never asked to keep her. He never tried to quit. He gave it his all and succeeded. We are a family who loves to eat meat and he wanted to contribute to that in his own way by raising a Market animal. He will never forget Beans but is ready to do it all again next year. This is what 4-H is all about. What extraordinary kids!

I think I might vomit.