I tumblr! My name is Elaine. You can see me in this picture! That is me holding the sign, HI! Well my hubby said that if this gets 1 MILLION notes, he will buy me a horse. I would love a horse I grew up on a farm where I rode and ate horses til i was 15 when I moved. I have not seen a horse since, not even a picture! Only one painting I painted in 7th grade. My husband obviously thinks this is going to be an impossible task thats why I am taking this on the interwebs where i can get likes. I have 5,000 on facebook so I am almost there. I want brown horse with some white. I will braid the hair. Thanks so much everyone! Please help me achieve this! :) God Bless
HEY THIS IS IMPORTANT whats your favorite place to find drawing references?
I feel like there’s needs to be, like, handbook for authors who post on Ao3 for effective metatext.
By metatext I mean like tagging, summary, and authors notes (especially initial authors notes at the beginning of a fic). The means by which we communicate to our readers what they’re getting into.
Because we kind of all have to learn it by osmosis and there are conventions but nobody’s really taught them at the start, so there’s inconsistencies and misunderstandings or people just not knowing things through no fault of their own.
This ends up breeding frustration and confusion and in the worst cases resentment, hurt, and aggression.
I’m severely tempted to make such a handbook and get it circulating.
I think it would do fandom a lot of good.
I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably haven’t had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.
We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldn’t save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could. And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMT’s, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.
I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.
I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.
I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.
I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.
Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You don’t ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.
But someone loves you.
as requested- my zine about fat and plus size body types from instagram!💖 happy drawing everyone!
I am all kinds of fucked up on coffee, like my eyes look at shit but they don’t see shit. Standing also sucks, my legs feel like that gif from the post about how it feels when you hit your funny bone, or ulnar nerve or whatever. Also wean. Need to make food or something but standing is a challenge man. Body ain’t having that shit. I shouldn’t drink twos cups again anxiety is through the roof man, a guy walked past my apartment building and stared at me the whole time he could see me, not having that shit. Nother guy was walking towards my building to go past it but he was walk towards our screen door area and I was trying to say to my mam that I was not happy with the fact she had the screens wide open (not that them being closed would do shit) but she was not hearing me until he was much closer and by that point even saying things bout it felt like he could hear me and when I brought up the other guy ma was like ‘oh he was just entranced by how gorgeous you wet’ which I know, but dude, not helping I’m paranoid right now and that freaks me out. I need food but my sister isn’t going to spend tome in the kitchen and I can’t stand also my little punk dog got into my popcorn while I was on the back porch and spread it everywhere so that he could get to the cheese in the bottom of the bowl and he went into the trash and scattered it so I had to clean that but I payed on the floor for like five minutes before finnishing it. I gotta eat something. I’m going now. If anyone reads this I hope it’s slightly coherent.
HOW TO HELP TORTURED GAY MEN IN CHECHNYA
We can’t allow this to continue. A petition has also been launched by change.org and signed by tens of thousands of people.
It demands a full investigation of all the facts and unlawful repression in Chechnya of the LGBT population and calls for punishment for the ‘guilty parties’ and the end to the practice of extra-judicial violence.
You can sign that here.
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I felt like this specific moment needed to be shared
Leveraged an inventory of established fictional character and setting elements to generate a disruptive custom-curated narrative entertainment asset.
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