“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
Aaah I’ve been so busy with school lately, and I haven’t had the time to update or make new content ;A; , anyway here’s my contribution for @thebookoflovezine, Enjoy!
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Y’all are thinking about the crunching sounds in the end of the video and connecting it to DarkChica eating everyone
crunch dog food, man.
Supernatural Fandom, y’all still kickin here?
Dunno how many of you caught Ruth Connell aka Rowena appear in the Netflix show Dead Boy Detectives, but she was phenomenal. The cast and writers were all impeccable, and the characters and story were so whimsical and complex. Both Misha Collins and Richard Speight Jr. backed the show on their socials and for good reason- it was the best show I never knew I needed!
Of Course, Netflix took it upon themselves to cancel it. They waited four months for a long weekend to launch the announcement through a separate news source like the cowards they are- so how about a little chaos? They screwed the creatives out of their jobs and dragged it out for months- not to mention the actors.
Maybe you saw the show and it wasn’t your cup of tea, maybe you didn’t even hear about it because Netflix and marketing their YA Fantasy is about as likely as Destiel getting a happy ending. 30 seconds to sign the petition, maybe leave a comment here or there on Netflix’s page, use the plethora of gifs that have never once gathered dust. Make a money grubbing entertainment corporation run around like a chicken with its head cut off.
For the Queen Herself
Let's be honest with ourselves, seeing your rendering of either the tarot attic scene with Adam and Declan, or the Jordeclan paint sitting sessions, would END ME! But again...your art always ends me so I'm not picky at all 💖
Just a little sketch but I got so many jordeclan asks I thought I’d merge them all and give us a little treat
(Also omg hi I adore your fic! I’m such a fan!)
Also
I got multiple people asking for help with eyes, so I threw something together quick
EDIT: ah yeah, my bad! thank you @yipyo20
I appreciate that the witch in Dead Boy Detectives wants to be a god but only of like, one town
she has realistic goals like Dr Doofinshmirtz whose ambitions were limited to the tri-state area.
And here we meet at a crossroads. Three ways to leave but nowhere to go.
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