A Few Years Ago, I Went To An Anatomy Conference And They Had A Huge 3D Printed Vampire Skull, And These

true or false, everyone should be making their best effort 100% of the time, it’s lazy to do otherwise.  

guyyssssss i just went to green acres and i found these adorable little fucks i need to name them. please. suggestions????

Pain. That’s all he can feel, that’s all he knows in this moment. The humans were wrong. The gods show no mercy, no remorse, no regret. The gods do not feel. The gods understand none of it. Love, hate, sadness, agony. 

The human. He has to find the human. He needs to tell the human. His human. Where is he now? All he can feel is pain. His vision is blurry, he cannot see. He needs to tell the human. His human will help him. He has to find his human. Where is his human? He wails, throwing himself on the ground. It is cold, cold and hard and unforgiving, like the gods. Maybe he should just stay here. Maybe the gods are right. 

No. He needs to find his human. He needs to get off the ground. 

The darkness is welcoming.

He needs to find his human. 

Come. Join us. 

Voices, voices, voices, like a soft whisper in his ears. He needs to find his human. But the voices will not stop, the voices of the dead, so much softer than those of the living, than those of the gods. He is tempted to join them, but he must find his human.

The human will be here soon. Wait with us.

The words aren’t a promise, but they sound like one. He will wait for his human. 

The darkness welcomes him. 

Yes. Yes, join us. The human will join you here. Come, down, farther! 

Gleeful laughter fills his ears. 

He lets the darkness take him.

The Angel gets his wings ripped off by the Gods as punishment for falling in love with a Human

Severe Complication Requiring Additional Surgery

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Spinal Growth Removal in Vermont, organized by Alistair Corvelle

I have both a severely deformed neck and a massive growth inside my spinal cord. W… Alistair Corvelle needs your support for Spinal Growth

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I truly do regret to inform you all that I had a really bad accident and further injured my neck. I now require a vertebroplasty to stabilize my already compromised cervical spine. This is in addition to the planned arthroplasty, ventriculoperitoneal shunt, and surgical excision of my spinal growths. My medical bills are beginning to overwhelm me, and I am not going to receive any professional aid until December. At this point, I will have to increase the amount of my fundraising goal. I am under so much stress, and this doesn't even include the stress of moving 2,200 across the country to be closer to my surgeon.

I desperately need help.

I beg of you all to please share this. Here on tumblr, on twitter, or even reddit. Wherever you think it'll get traction, please. I have just begun to make payments for the operations I've already had, and the crushing weight of my medical debt is giving me panic attacks. All donations are incredibly appreciated, and every penny is literally saving my life.

about to present at my science fair wish me luck

OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ACCOUNT WHAT

Raya✗Namaari + text post meme (gay subtext everywhere)

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

all ability to draw has left me 

concept: baz with the little bun 

if anyone has any artistic skill at all please draw this or show me a drawing of it

they’re too adorable i cant