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nothing goes unspoken when the colours unfold. - 17/1/17

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

More Damian as a college student: My college had an orientation weekend for all the freshmen, which is pretty common as far as I’m aware, but it pretty much felt like summer camp for 400 some freshmen with like 100 upperclassmen running things and I just couldn’t help thinking of what Damian would have done and ended up writing this drabble.


“Hi everyone, I’m Hannah your O-group leader and I’d like to welcome you all to your first semester! So what we’re going to do is some get to know you games. First though how about we just go around the circle and say our name, where we’re from, and one fun fact about ourselves. So my name’s Hannah, I’m from Coast City and I spent the summer working as an intern at Ferris Air.”

This continues to go around the circle and Damian learns his classmates play an array of sports and instruments, won various awards, and come from all over the country. By the time it gets to be his turn he has no suitable fun fact that wouldn’t compromise his identity.

“Hello. My name is Damian Wayne, I am from Gotham City and I-” am Robin, was trained to be an assassin since birth, have died and come back, count metas and a kryptonian as my best friends, I’ve led the teen titans, have been to space multiple times… “have a small wildlife preserve at my house. It includes a cow, some horses, dogs, cats, a turkey, and some more exotic animals.”

The introductions conclude and they move onto the next game, something called the Great Wind Blows. The whole circle stands and one person enters the middle, they say something about themselves and whoever else that applies to must run to another spot in the circle, the last one still moving ends up in the middle next. -tt- This is ridiculous. What could any of these people possibly have in common with myself. The first person is a girl who introduces herself as Joan and then she recites her fact as per the rules, “The great wind blows if you… have an adopted sibling!” Damian moves into the center of the circle, slightly in shock. Joan takes his spot and no one else has moved.

“You both have an adopted sibling?” Hannah asks kindly, trying to encourage them to share.

“My little sister, her name’s Emma. My parents adopted her when she was still a baby and I was four but I love her to pieces.”

“Damian?” Hannah prompts.

Damian gulps and stares at his classmates, “I have four adopted siblings actually, three older brothers and an older sister. Um, Richard, Jason, Timothy, and Cassandra.” Hannah smiles and nods at him and he realizes this is his cue to continue the game. “I’m Damian and the great wind blows if…” you are a black belt in at least one martial art, know how to fence, speak more than three languages fluently, regularly travel across the country… “you spend your summer on a farm or at summer camp.”

Quite a few other teens shuffle around and whoever moved must once again explain how it applies to them. A lot work as summer camp counselors but two others explain they spend summers on their grandparent’s farm or uncle’s vineyard. “A family friend is from Smallville, Kansas and his parents’ have myself, their grandson and a few other friends come stay for parts of the summer on their farm.”

Damian is surprised to find himself moving around the circle to things like “have a dog”, “have a black belt”, “rides horses”, “watch Disney movie marathons with friends”, “have inside jokes with your siblings”, “regularly prank another member of your family”, “one or more of your best friends live in another state”.

What was the most surprising was “have met a superhero”, since Hannah thought this was interesting and practically everyone moved she had them all go around and say which hero, herself having run into different Green Lanterns during her life in Coast City. A lot were “Superman” or “the Flash” two excitedly said they had both met Wonder Woman and Black Canary which prompted a side conversation that needed to be reeled back in.

It got around to Damian who grimaced, scrunched his eyes shut, and began listing as fast as he could, “Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Oracle, Red Hood, Black Bat, Batgirl, Red Robin, Abuse, Superman, both Superboys, the Flash, Kid Flash, Impulse, Arsenal, Green Arrow, Speedy, Black Canary, Catwoman, Huntress, Wonder Woman, Troia, Wonder Girl, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Miss Martian, Blue Beetle, Supergirl, Stargirl, Doctor Midnight, Wildcat, Mister Terrific, Ravager, Tempest, Aquaman, Doctor Fate, Raven, Beast Boy, Starfire, Cyborg and I’m positive there’s some I’m missing…” He opened his eyes to see the rest of the group staring at him in shock, mouths slack. He tried reclaiming an air of nonchalance, “My father funds Batman Inc. Over the years I have met some rather interesting people thanks to that.”

Another boy gave a low whistle, “Dude. You have got to tell me what it’s like meeting Batman.” Damian just smirked as they moved on.

- Little Red

When you’re around someone, so much, for so long, they become a part of you, and when they go away, you don’t know how to live without them.
—  Iglovequotes.com

It’s been over a week now and Bernie Wolfe has failed to answer Serena’s email. This does seem a bit odd considering that regardless of anything else that’s afoot, Bernie is Serena’s co-lead for the Trauma Unit. Are the email servers at Kyiv General down? Is this a simple case of her reply getting electronically lost? These are the important questions of our time and as such, @thepurrbutton and I have put together a couple of lists of potential reasons for Bernie’s radio silence.

Read part one here.

While Bernie was in the middle of a particularly extensive and tricky surgery, one of the overhead lights in theatre fell and smashed her in the head. She’s fine but has a small case of amnesia and can’t remember who anyone is at the moment. “Serena??? Who??”

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#GrowingUpMixed (My Personal Experience)
  • Being told that you don’t look like anybody in your family
  • Parents coming to your school and teachers can’t believe that you are related 
  • Constantly being asked if you are adopted 
  • Being rejected by both races you are a part of 
  • Feeling like you don’t fit in with anybody 
  • “What race/ethnicity are you? Circle one” being the hardest question on the paper
  • Questioning whether or not your parents are your real parents 
  • Friends grasping your arms and hair to compare theirs to yours 
  • Being asked “what are you” and “where are you from” and not knowing how to answer 
  • Being told that you look “exotic”
  • “You aren’t hispanic? You look hispanic.” 
  • Your white friends praising your “black side” whenever you just get upset 
  • Your black friends nicknaming you “white girl” and “lightskin”
  • Being called “high yellow” by the older generations. There’s nothing upsetting about it, it’s just confusing for the first few years of your life.
  • “You don’t understand, you aren’t really black/white” 
  • Nobody knows how to do your hair 
  • Literally, nobody. 
  • People think your parents are kidnapping you 
  • learning to tell black people that you are white and learning to tell white people that you are black 
  • Feeling rejected by everybody around you 
  • People trying to do your hair. And fucking it up. Badly.
  • Finding foundation and concealer is the worst because your skin tone changes with the seasons
  • “You should straighten your hair more”
  • “You don’t wash your hair everyday? That’s disgusting.” 
  • Every brush and comb you own will break. 
  • Neither black nor white hair care products work on your hair. 
  • “Is your mom black, or your dad?”
  • Having features that don’t match up well with each other, and being told that its ugly.
  • Your family/home life becomes everybody’s business
  • Being told from childhood that your blackness/whiteness is unattractive to other black/white people. 

Me: SeaWorld is definitely not perfect and has a lot to improve on but they do lots of good stuff too….. I’m keen to visit to objectively evaluate animal welfare and behaviour

Also me: *gets One Ocean songs stuck in head, gets emotional while watching shows on YouTube, wants to book every single animal encounter possible*

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[1/7] favorite video games: spec ops: the line
► “another one of your victims—from a soldier who was ‘just following orders.’

why am i perfectly capable of talking to strangers irl but over the phone it’s this daunting thing like i’m 17 and i gotta use my phone big deal why is my tummy and chest going mental find an ounce of chill

New tablet

After extensively using my Samsung Galaxy Tab 10.1 2014 edition for two years, I’m now looking for an upgrade. I need a drawing tablet I can take on the go, something that doesn’t need to be plugged into a pc to work, something that can run Photoshop. I’m leaning towards a Wacom Cintiq Companion, because it looks awesome, but dang that is a lot of money. I’m absolutely prepared to pay a lot for this thing, as long as I know I’ll get quality in return. If any of you has experience with the companion or another tablet in the same field, I’d love to hear your opinion! 

As for the Galaxy: I definitely recommend it for everyone who doesn’t want to spend a thousand bucks. It served me well for a long while. I used the drawing app ArtFlow, which is pretty basic but allowed me to do sketches which I’d then transfer to my laptop for further lineart and polishing. All my dailies so far this year have been made solely with ArtFlow! For me, the reason to want to switch to something more professional now is its stylus (which is tiny and doesn’t hold too comfortably for longer periods of time and also isn’t too accurate) and the lack of Photoshop (I especially miss the lasso tool with ArtFlow!! It’s hard to get crisp edges or to nudge one part of the drawing). Overall, though, I thought it was great value. 

P.S.: I’ve noticed that whenever a tablet is marketed towards professional artists, I still instinctively go “oh right that’s not me I should go with something simpler”. Which is crazy because I’ve used this thing every single day for years for commissions. I AM a professional artist. I apparently just don’t feel like one??  

Production Draft of QAF 5x11 - The most precious thing in the world

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THIS IS ALL I COULD POSSIBLY OFFER THE SNK WORLD

that or I could be the official survey corps artist who does badly drawn portraits of all the officers who always inexplicably end up naked and lying on fur rugs in front of fireplace

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“This is all just… very familiar.”