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Finished this little guy and am hoping to sell him he is completely posable and can stand on his own

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Any ideas on what these two art dolls should look like is very welcomed.

Made this cute little art doll and yes he can stand on his own. I do plan on making more to sell!!😁💖

1000 Follower Art Raffle

Y’know, I wanted to try an art stream but guess who still can’t get twitch to work: this nut right here

SO

Y’all I’m still so happy about this - I had no idea this many people would be interested in my (sparse) content and I just wanna thank y’all somehow. If I could draw a thousand pieces, I would, but I don’t think my wrist would ever forgive me. So I compromise-

In this raffle, there will be 5 winners! See rules at the end for how to qualify

Fifth place - A head/bust sketch of your choosing

Fourth place - A full body sketch of your choosing

Third place - A full body sketch with no clean lines, but coloring of your choosing

Second place - A full body with clean lines, color, and a simple background

First place - Full piece. Lines, color, shading, background, you name it. You want something like a one page comic? It can be arranged but will have slightly similar art - skies the limit for this winner

Rules for Entering

Reblog this post!

Follow me, can be from months ago or from the moment you see this

THAT’S IT, just know I happily draw gore, just not sexual NSFW content

Thanks again everyone! And good luck :)

I’m not seeing anything about this on social media. Certainly I don’t expect to see it covered by the mass media. This is truly something we need to fight back against. Even if you don’t have Comcast\Xfinity, please let your voice be heard.

Amidst a pandemic when we’re all trapped at home, when we’re working from home, schooling from home, and our only entertainment outlets are online, this is cruel and unacceptable. 1.2 terabytes might not be bad for an individual, but if you’re a household of 3 or more, this will be terrible for you.

Make some noise about this please!

The Verge

Comcast to impose home internet data cap of 1.2TB in more than a dozen US states next year

The limits will take effect in March 2021.

My first fursona but I have no idea what to name her.

The Pizza Delivery Girl’s Survival Guide to Gotham City: Next Chapter Preview

Dick is a sad boi.jpeg

Dick is a good boi who puts other people’s need before his own.jpeg

Dick takes one chapter to admit that he thinks the reader is attractive, a feat that took Jason twelve chapters to do. 

I am relatively young but in final stage renal failure. I have a higher chance of survival IF I can recieve proper medical care AND LIVING ASSISTANCE in a different state. Get me OUT of Mississippi. 8/29/18

The long post w the good explanation is being shared but not inspiring much help. So, I simplified it.

My illness is straight up fatal. Not gonna beat around thatBush, anymore. I seem desperate for help because I AM desperate for help.

My nephrologist has seen enough improvement in my kidney function, lately, to believe someone my age (early 30s) might have a longer life WITH PROPER AND FREQUENT MEDICAL ATTENTION. Sadly, that just isn’t an option where I live.

Please, if you can help me with moving expenses (even just a couple of bucks) I would be grateful. I’m sinking fast in Mississippi and now my doctors are giving me too much hope to ignore. I wanna get out of this situation and I’m working my fatigued, brain-foggy ass off to make it out of here.

If I can undo the damage my heart failure caused to the rest of my body, I want to. I don’t want to spend another month KNOWING what I should be eating, what medicines I should be taking, what tests and treatments I should be getting… and receiving almost none of it because Mississippi lawmakers think people like me have somehow earned slow, painful deaths.

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I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)

THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS LIST AND KEEP OUR MINORS SAFE

Story Update: The Pizza Delivery Girl’s Survival Guide to Gotham City

Note: As always, thank you all to everyone  who commented and supported this story. I’m always so grateful for your feedback! I’ll be answering asks and comments in a few days, when I’ve got a little more energy. But I always read them and I’m always so grateful for them! I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves and staying safe during these times! Updated Chapter: Chapter 17: What He Had Not Said

Chapter 1

Story Summary:

People who lived outside of Gotham City would most often think of it in terms of its heroes and villains. About Batman and Robin, Joker and Harley Quinn

People who actually live in Gotham City would only think of one thing: surviving.

Who cares about the people in costumes when your house has been bombed for the fifth time, or your wife has been taken hostage just because she worked in a bank?

Or, in your case, when you have to make regular deliveries to places where even Batman feared to tread?

Because let’s face it. In a world full of superheroes and costumed villains, the real heroes are the ones who make sure that people get their pizzas in forty-five minutes or less.

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For the first time, the Ghost seemed to hesitate, and he took another step forward. Terror rose in the back of your throat, filling your mouth with a faint metallic taste. There was something so frightening about holding a gun to another person and realizing that they were not afraid.

“You’ll hurt yourself,” he said.

You could feel the tips of your fingers pulsing against the cold steel. You reminded yourself that if you looked, there would be no scars.

“Try me.”

“I’m not here to fight you,” the Ghost said.

But his voice was hard, unrelenting. He wasn’t here to fight you, but he wasn’t going to let you get in the way, either. You grimaced, baring teeth.

“Then, leave.”

He raised his head to look past you, towards Red Hood. He looked more human, then. Something more than smoke and shadow. Beside you, you felt Red Hood shiver, as if he was afraid.

“I can’t.”

You saw it a split second before he lunged. You leveled Red Hood’s gun and fired. It felt like a small explosion had gone off in your hands, the recoil nearly ripping it out of your grip. Your ears were ringing loudly, and you watched as the bullet tore the shadows apart. But it was only smoke, the man himself had melted away from the spot. You could see him out of the corner of your eye.

“Stop.” His voice was a low hiss, anger barely contained between gritted teeth.

You wanted to shoot him again, but your hands were shaking. How were you supposed to hit a man who could melt into the shadows? How can you aim at him?

He was moving forward now, one hand extended like a claw. A chill ran through you; he was going to take the gun away and then you and Red Hood would be defenseless.

You took aim again.

“Bruce!”

The word was like the crack of a whip and the Ghost jolted as if he’d been struck. In the shadow of the doorway, you saw him: Nightwing. You stared at him, a mixture of relief and apprehension. Nightwing had said that he was friends with Red Hood.

And yet, he seemed to know who the Ghost was. Bruce, Nightwing had called him. The name repeated in your head like a broken record. There was only one Bruce in Gotham that you knew of. The man who played the clueless, playboy billionaire, the man who fooled the citizens of Gotham for years before he was unmasked.

It didn’t seem like such a leap, really, to consider that he might have fooled them again.

But the pieces didn’t seem to fit. You kept the gun trained on him. Batman was supposed to be a hero, Gotham’s hero. The one unshakeable symbol of justice and safety. Even dead, people still whispered his name like a prayer.

Batman wouldn’t use methods that nearly drove criminals to madness. Batman wouldn’t leave something like bat-thing unconscious and bleeding on your apartment floor. Batman wouldn’t terrorize Red Hood. You didn’t want to believe that this thing of smoke and shadows was the hero you looked up to for so long.

Your finger tensed on the trigger.

“I thought you were dead.” His voice cracked at the last word.

Nightwing raised a hand, almost as if reaching out, then let it drop back down. The look on his face was like agony.

“What are you doing here?” the Ghost said.

For the first time, he sounded unsure.

“Followed a distress signal.” Nightwing’s eyes tracked Red Hood, still lying prone on the floor.

He was shaking, you realized. Even with Nightwing here, Red Hood was still afraid. It made you wonder what other terrible things the Ghost did. It made you wonder if Batman was capable of such things.

“How did you get here?” Nightwing asked. “Did you follow Red Hood here? Did you hack into our comms?”

The Ghost was still. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.” Nightwing’s voice cracked. “Why here? Why now? What about when we confronted Killer Croc and I cracked a rib? Or when Tim busted his head? Why now?”

He did not answer. You felt your arm beginning to ache as the adrenaline faded away. Your fingers rattled against the handle of the gun. Cold sweat ran down your neck. Nightwing looked different now than from all the other times you’ve seen him. The cords in his neck stood out, his hands were fisted at his sides. In the dim light, the blue of his eyes shone eerily.

Nightwing always had an air of effortless strength to him, an easy confidence. But tonight, he looked downright lethal.

You and Red Hood needed to get out of here. You lowered the gun, feeling your arms trembling at its weight. Red Hood’s breathing had gone shallow and erratic. When you laid a hand on his shoulder, you could feel the tension in his muscles.

“We need to get out of here,” you whispered.

But the Ghost appeared to have heard you. His eyes shone from the swirl of shadows that surrounded him.

“He needs to come with me.”

“I’m not coming with you.” Even weak as he was, you could hear the conviction in the Red Hood’s voice. “Not again.”

Not again?

Nightwing glanced at Red Hood, and you could see his expression twist with concern.

“He doesn’t want to come with you,” Nightwing said.

“It doesn’t matter. He needs my help.”

Nightwing’s face went slack, and you saw in his expression something like grief, a quiet kind of suffering.

“You’re not going to let us go, are you?” he asked.

“No. Red Hood needs my help.”

“He’s needed your help for more than a year, now,” Nightwing said quietly. “We all did.”

The shadows seemed to lengthen, move across the walls in a way that was not natural. Tendrils crawling higher and higher as they reached the ceiling. And the Ghost seemed to grow, the shine of his eyes glowing brighter. His figure lengthened, the angles of his figure growing sharper, crueler. His hands were like claws. The protrusions from his head looked like devil’s horns. You could feelyour chest flare in pain, and you struggled to breathe.

Nightwing glanced at you, and even then, you could see him struggling to smile.

“The Clocktower,” he said. “Do you know it?”

You nodded silently.

“Someone will help you there.”

“Nightwing,” the Ghost said, his voice was deep with menace. “What are you doing? She’s a civilian.”

“Right now, I trust her more than I trust you.”

You heard the crackle of electricity as he unsheathed his escrima sticks.

“Go.”

“No.”

The Ghost lunged forward, and everywhere his shadow touched seemed to grow darker. But Nightwing met him head on, blocking his path to the of you. In the darkness, the glow of his weapons looked like lightning.

“Come on,” you said, slinging Red Hood’s arm over your shoulder. You staggered underneath his weight. “We need to go.”

You heard a low hiss behind you, like gas escaping. The crackle of electricity. You did not look back, you didn’t dare to.

The air seemed sweet somehow as the two of you burst outside, the chill of it seeping into your lungs. You took several grateful gulps. Red Hood sagged against you, and you struggled to stay upright as you guided him to your motorcycle.

“The Clocktower,” you gasped. “Do you know it? Is it safe?”

You could hear him wheezing, as he struggled to stay upright in his seat. There was a long moment of silence.

“Red Hood?” you asked. “Is it safe there?”

“Yes. It’s safe there. And…”

He struggled to speak.

“And thank you.” Read more on AO3

OK GUYS THIS IS A FUCKING PSA

if you google search ‘spooky scary skeletons’ do NOT click on this

its a fucking screamer, ok

at about 10 seconds in it comes up with fucking jeff the killers face and a loud screaming

i can promise its fucking loud

just pls

dont go on it

PSA: Halloween is pretty much here and it only takes on second to send a sick child in the hospital a Spook-o-gram. The best part about this is that $1 gets donated to CHLA’s Helping Hand fund each time you send one out. So let’s help some kids have a spectacular Halloween by sending them spook-o-grams and helping cause!!

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

Excellent thread.

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I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

here are some petitions to sign:

stop mark zuckerberg from colonizing kauai

hold the u.s. army accountable: justice for vanessa guillen

junk the anti - terrorism bill and uphold human rights

support the equality act

change the kkk status into terrorist organization

justice for julian m. solis

target, stop filling the world with plastic bags

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There's over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you're one of the few who's never EVER left anon hate in somebody's ask box.

So in other news my father is threatening homelessness in the middle of a pandemic. I am currently very sick, they don't know what's wrong with me, I need to pay off medical bills, and I honestly do not know what's going on. He is not threatening homelessness over the quarantine. My younger brother just went to another city to stay with his uncle for several days, and they are constantly breaking quarantine for social hour here because we "live in a small town and don't need to worry." I have been concerned for my safety because I do not know if my immune system is compromised. I need help to get back to Tucson and eventually Oregon, as I have been offered a place there. If anyone can help, that would be really appreciated.

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Made a cute mushroom girl sticker

Everyone when this quarantine is over and they have to go back to work.

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

Looks like a lot of fun

Calling all Batfam fans and lovers of Halloween! Have you ever wondered what your favourite characters would be like as pop cultures favourite monsters?

Whether you love cute werewolves, sparkling vampires, or lovecraftian horror, this zine may be of interest to you!  Let’s celebrate a very special Halloween with some Batfam content!

Fill out this interest check if you want to see more!

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WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

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