[ID: a drawing of Persephone from Hadestown. She is wearing a green dress with a lighter green wrap around the torso, and has long curling brown hair that fades to blond. There are large red-orange flowers in her hair, and one is places at the closure of her green wrap on her hip. She is raising a glass of amber liquid in the air with one hand, and smirking as she gazes off into the middle distance.]
I’m in a ton of fucking trouble so I’ll get straight to the point. My name’s D’vante, and I’m a trans man. As of today (4/4) I’m estimated to be 6 weeks pregnant, so while I’ve still got some time before I start to show, there’s some huge problems with how I can go about this on top of the amount of time pressure I’m under.
NO ONE IN THIS CITY WILL DO AN ABORTION. The closest clinic is 37 miles away, the next city over. The only means of transportation I have is Greyhound (which I plan to cover myself, as it’s only $12), but in order to do this I have to skip classes for that day and pray I don’t get called into work.
“Work? So you have a job? Why can’t you pay for it?” My work is part-time and relies entirely on ratio, meaning if clients aren’t present there’s no work to be done, so I’m not going to be paid to stand around. I haven’t been able to work this entire week, meaning my normal paychecks (~300) will be HALVED by this. THE ABORTION IS QUOTED AT $675, which I don’t even make in a month even working full weeks.
And on top of all this shit, it has to remain entirely a secret. I cannot ask for help because the family member I live with, as well as my nuclear family, is very religious and firmly believe abortion is murder. And because I’m not from here, I don’t have any friends who can drive me around or pay for something this huge.
The appointment is 4/17/19, the latest I can go before I risk the pill not working due to how many weeks pregnant I will be. If you can’t donate, PLEASE REBLOG, as you’ll possibly share it with someone who CAN HELP.
I had fun last night playing with lighting from a candle
[ID: three photos of a woman’s face with a neutral expression.
In the first image she is looking up to the left, and there is even red light throughout the picture.
In the second image, the left half of her face is in shadow, and reddish yellow light illuminates the right side of her face, neck and collarbone, where a tattoo of flying birds can be seen.
In the third image, she is facing right. Her face is mostly in shadow, with the same reddish light source present on the lower left. In this image her eyes are not visible, only her ear, cheek, and part of her nose and mouth.]
yesterday in economic botany we were learning about plant based oil compounds and stuff and my botany professor was talking about lynn seed oil, which in woodworking is rubbed on over furniture as a varnish. this oil has an exothermic chemical reaction with oxygen, meaning that the reaction creates heat. what often happens, apparently, is that woodworkers will finish rubbing on the oil with a rag and then will ball up the rag and throw it away, but because the reaction is taking place and the heat can’t escape (like it would on a piece of furniture where it can be cooled) it gets trapped in the rag, which gets hotter and hotter until it reaches the temperature where it bursts into flame. apparently many woodworking shops have been burned down by this. the proper way to dispose of rags with this oil is to hang them up on a clothesline, so again the reaction never gets enough heat to start a fire. im telling you this because im a writer and ive never heard of substance that will just…spontaneously combust conveniently like that so long as it’s in a confined space. my botany professor tried it in a trash can in his driveway and it did indeed burst into flame after 45 minutes, which is an exceptionally convenient time delay. im sorry im tying this so fast my laptop is on 2% battery and theres no outlet an
Oh yea, people use Linseed oil in oil painting, and when I was at art school they had special airtight trash cans to put it in and one time someone fucked up and the trashcan caught on fire when the next class came in
The whole bit with Hodge Podge is one of my favorite things in the whole podcast. The music, the Hodge Podge voice filter, the call to Pan, the boys trying to figure out what to ask to stump the robot. It’s gold. There are few moments that make me laugh as much as them asking what the largest prime number is and Hodge Podge cheerily responding, “It’s up there!”
Dumbo may have gotten bad reviews as a movie, but it got great reviews as a way to artificially extend the copyright of a nearly 80-year-old property, which is the whole point of the Disney remakes.
Right, this year I’m taking a break from tumblr. You’ll see me on Sundays sometimes, but if you want me during the week… too bad? I’ll check my inbox and whatever next Sunday.
