what really sucks is when you know you should be doing something but physically cannot bring yourself to do it no matter how important doing that thing is
Wow everyone look at this- this is an amazing tablet, and I wish I had seen it before I just dropped $170 on a small intuos 5
This is called a Tursion Huion tablet- looks pretty simple right- kind of like a bamboo
here’s the thing. This tablet has 2024 levels of pressure- that is the equivalent to the pressure an intuos 5 currently has (retail price: $229 for the smallest)
You can get this lovely tablet for under $50 dollars on amazon
Only thing this beautiful table it lacking is a few simple buttons, but still, I mean, its drawing area is even bigger on average then most Wacom’s small tablets- and from the reviews ive seen on it people are very impressed….so just spreading the word around that Wacom isn’t the only one that is making good tablets- the more the company is spread perhaps they will come out with even better products that not only match up to Wacom, but are with in our price range for once!
You an buy one below at the link!
I literately just bought one of these and got it today omfg, its great you guys ok!
Reblogging for my drawing friends.
i can vouch for this brand its super great!!
But seriously, Sherlock actually complained to Mike about not having a flatmate and even said that no one would want to live with him I mean he must have been incredibly lonely to actually engage in that conversation (because god knows it isn’t about the money, John has no money) and I can’t imagine how grateful he was that Mike straight up delivered that VERY SAME afternoon. Mike is Sherlock’s fairy godmother or something.
#bibbity bobbity boyfriend
I have fruit polos and lollypops be jealous.
omg do many people not know what fruit polos are? they are heaven
In America, we call them lifesavers. They can be chewy or hard candy.
polos aren’t chewy and they also come in mint.
this week on: britan thinks its special
For all you classy nonchalant men out there, and for those who aspire to be just that… I think its high time you know how
So @TheCapitolPN tweeted this
which was promptly deleted. (G-Bb-A-D are the notes to Rue’s whistle.)
But if you had clicked inspect element before it was deleted
"You silence our voices, but we are still heard."
HOW COOL IS THIS MARKETING?!?! Like the rebels are hacking into the capitol’s twitter!!!!
Check in at TheMidwifeIsIn.tumblr.com if you have any other questions.
There is also the Abortion Pill (Mifepristone). It can be taken up to 9 weeks (but is most effective up to 7 weeks and check the laws in your state). It is comparable to a miscarriage and after getting the intial dosage from your medical service provider, you take the rest at home and go through the process at home.
This is super important, valuable information that I think many people don’t know. Also, when you go to an abortion clinic (I at least know this is true for Planned Parenthood) there’s a counseling meeting where you discuss the alternatives with a doctor and sign a consent form saying that abortion is what you really want. A lot of people who oppose abortion will want to tell you that abortion clinics and reproductive health centers will try to convince you to have the abortion, but that’s just not true. (I mean, only 3% of Planned Parenthood’s services are abortions. Family planning and community health centers like Planned Parenthood are often more concerned with prevention and awareness and other aspects of health. They’re more interested in helping you have options than they are in only giving you the one.)
Nor is it true that any medical center will throw the embryo away in a dumpster after the procedure. I’m sure none of you really thought that, but slander is a vicious thing that spreads and becomes true in the eyes of those who want to believe it because it fits into their agenda.
Additionally: know your rights. When I worked at Planned Parenthood, I learned that protesters are not allowed to be in front of the building or in the parking lot. They have to stay on the sidewalk, further away from the building. They are not supposed to try to convince you not to go into the building, nor can they physically block you from going in or follow you inside. You have to be let in by someone already in the building, which means that any appointment you have there - counseling, a check-up, a mammogram, an abortion, a testing - will be confidential and safe.
Really, guys? I’m back for ten minutes and we’re already fighting space aliens?
Steve just spends this entire movie unimpressed with EVERYTHING
#as much as I love steve being impressed like vaccinations! #smallpox is gone! #washing machines! #the future is wonderful! #I also want him to kinda be like #oh so it doesn’t fold the clothes for you? #I still gotta iron this myself? #Howard promised flying cars 70 years ago #Where’re the robots #unimpressed by the future tbh (via kehinki)
Brittany, 28, Colorado
I was 21 when a routine physical showed that I was pregnant. I fainted when I found out. I was on the Depo-Provera shot and in a committed relationship. I was also going to college, working full time and decided to end the pregnancy. I wasn’t ready physically, emotionally or financially to be a parent. I spoke to a woman at the clinic who asked if I needed an escort from my car on the day of my appointment. My aunt and best friend were accompanying me, so I said no. But then she told me to call if I was having trouble. I asked, “Why?” She paused and said, “Just please call if you are having any issues.”
I was the first appointment that day and noticed a few men, all in their 50s or 60s, milling around the parking lot when we pulled in. Once we got out of the car, one made a beeline for us with a fistful of pamphlets. My aunt said, “Thanks, but no thanks,” and he got irate, screaming, “How can you do this? You’re killing your baby to continue on your whore lifestyle, you jezebel!’ Suddenly we were surrounded by five other men — that’s when the baby-doll parts starting hitting us.
They had a box filled with torn apart baby dolls covered with red paint. All three of us were hit — in the head, chest, torso. As they were pelting us, they yelled, “This is what you’re doing to your baby! Look at the street! It’s strewn with the blood of your baby. That’s your baby scattered across the street!” It was surreal and terrifying at once. And we still had to cross a wide street to enter the clinic. Then they shouted at my aunt, “Grandma, why are you letting her do this? Tell her to give her baby up for adoption!” My aunt responded, “First of all, I’m not old enough to be a grandma. Second, come talk to me when you have a uterus and a vagina.”
I thought I’d feel better once inside the clinic. But as I sat in the waiting area, I could hear every single girl get out of her car and do that walk of shame. That was the worst part of the day. When the doctor pulled up later that morning, there was such a frenzy the building almost shook. I heard them shouting, “Murderer!” and “Butcher!” and my heart started racing all over again.
I was the first to see the doctor. After he went over the procedure with me, he asked, “Do you have any questions?” I said, “Are they going to be there when I leave? — not, “Is there any pain?” or “How long will it take to recover?” He said, “No. After I arrive, they disperse.” That was true, and I was grateful. I would have stayed until they left. I couldn’t go through that again.
But there was one good thing the protesters did that morning: They convinced me I was making the right decision. I bet every single woman inside that waiting room felt the same way, even though none of us spoke. We’d all just been through the most heinous experience, but there was a feeling of quiet satisfaction among this group of women amidst the horror. I thought, “If I can make it through that, I can make it through the rest of this day.”
I have not needed an abortion in my lifetime. But I have friends who have chosen to have them, and I have spoken to women from my mother’s generation, from my grandmother’s generation, who made the same choice. And no one, ever, out of all the women I have ever met, has called it an easy decision, or said “Gosh, I wish someone had been there to call me a murderer and a whore before I made this choice.”
This isn’t about “saving babies,” or saving souls, or anything like that. If it were, they would be out there with people who needed babies, playing make-a-match with potential adoptive parents. They would be out there with boxes of condoms and spermicides, to make sure this didn’t happen again. And they would be out there with respect, because if you disrespect my choices when they will define my entire life, there’s no way you’re ever going to respect them later.
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