so here’s what’s been going on: last month, Bird – @thulimo – was hospitalized briefly and we learned that she has a major tumor on her ovary and will need a complete hysterectomy in the (very near) future, as well as some internal bleeding. the latter has been taken care of, the former still needs ongoing care.
our insurance company is dragging it’s feet now because they’ve paid out over $20,000 so far and are reluctant to do anything else for us, even authorizing specialist visits and referrals, until we pay the remaining balance. the remaining balance comes to $2800. that’s just so far.
I simply do not have that kind of money. my paycheck pays for 90% of living expenses and in april I was involved in an accident at work where I was pinned between the inside of a mortuary transport van and several hundred pounds of decedent and casket, causing a very serious back injury (and requires a surgery of it’s own, which will put me out of work – obviously I am putting this off as long as I can). in spite of that. I’m at work every day the funeral home is open. I’m working 70-80 hours a week. simply put, the FH is not open enough for me to get any more hours, and I’m pushing myself past my breaking point as it is. I would need to save back from my paycheck for over a year to come up with the money to pay it off between student debts and the cost of being alive in this economy. Bird doesn’t have a year to wait for continued care.
I hate making this post. I hate asking for help like this because we all have our own problems, but I’m desperate. below is a screenshot of the balances due (with personal/identifying information blacked out) just to show that I’m serious and that I’m not just pulling a figure out of thin air:
I don’t even like to think about where we’d be right now without an ACA healthcare plan, or without insurance at all, it honest to god makes me break out in stress hives. I’ve already been pacing around my office so much today that I’m driving my coworkers insane.
getting to the point: i’m opening fic commissions at $1 per 100 words. you can send me a message here on tumblr to discuss details. I will write nsfw even, anything goes.
I’m also offering 10 card tarot readings for $10.
I have a ko-fi page, and $3 will get you a 300 word ficlet of your choice (and obviously a higher donation will get you a higher word count)
and if none of these appeal but you still want to help you can imagine i’m not going to say no, and I have a paypal.me account
and if you can’t donate at all but still want to help, reblogs and signal boosts are so appreciated. thank you guys so much for even reading this far. <3333
reblogging to say that once i’m finished with the commissions i have, i’m going to be opening them up again to help some more with costs.
They told Bucky to kill Tony’s parents without witnesses and he manages to find the probably only forest in the world with a random security camera by the road-side and kills them exactly in front of that security camera while looking right at said security camera when he disables it and also fails to make sure that the tape inside is destroyed how can you screw up so bad?
imagine how many people Hydra had on staff specifically to follow him around, wiping cameras, picking up his 27 discarded weapons, paying off/killing that entire cafe he once strolled into at noon and shot a dude in.
the guy strolled down fuckin Main Street Washington with a grenade launcher, that “ghost story” reputation did not come easy.
I wondered that too – if he does everything like that attack on Fury how is he a fucking ghost-story?
Imagine that’s your job like:
“Okay, you know how this works. We’re missing a rocket launcher, a mask, three hand-guns, the corpse of the target, two daggers with his finger-prints on them, the Asset’s mask and a helicopter. All of which are somewhere in [whatever city] and have to be retrieved in less than two hours. Go!”
“Ermm…boss? There’s another YouTube video.”
“He’s a brilliant assassin they said. The best there is they said.”
For lack of a better explanation, I’ll attribute it to Bucky’s sub-conscious trying to make shit difficult for them.
Ana de Mendoza y de la Cerda was an outrageously wealthy Spanish aristocrat, born on 29 June 1540. She was considered one of the greatest beauties of her day in Europe, even though she lost an eye in a sword fight with one of her father’s young pages. Perhaps the eyepatch made her more intriguing. She married at the age of 12 to Ruy Gómez de Silva, Prince of Eboli.
Partially inspired by this post of @actualmermaid‘s. Down with swan!Elwing, long live pelican!Elwing.
Practical considerations:
Swans are not seabirds- swan!Elwing would not have done terribly well flying from Sirion to the middle of the blasted ocean whereas pelican!Elwing could use her special drag-reducing low flying technique or just swim ragefully underwater
Pelicans are very large indeed, among the heaviest of all flying birds. Even a Vala must have some trouble with the law of conservation of mass, and elf->bird poses some definite dilemmas. Go for the largest bird possible!
Why dangle your Silmaril precariously off a scrawny little bird-neck when you could make a bird with a built-in Silmaril pocket
But if you really have to have the Silmaril hanging from the bird neck for ~ambience or w/e, pelicans are still superior. Swans fly with their neck parallel to the ground, making it very easy for a necklace-mounted Silmaril to slip tragically into the ocean, whereas pelicans fly with their heads practically resting on their bird shoulder blades, like a girl whose unnecessary male dance partner at the club has just tried to kiss her. Far more stable.
Pelwing
And lastly, this image:
Judgy black-and white sword bird, neck bag glowing with all the glory of the light of Aman: Plummets sword-first to the deck
Eärendil, struggling to “take into his bosom” an enraged 25 lb bird with a hallowed combination pike/satchel bag for a face: “It’s me wife!”
And lastly lastly, if you’re into that depressing symbolism, how about the pelican who pierces her own breast to feed her young, or sometimes kills them herself and revives them with her own blood and suffering. How about that, huh.
tfw you get Elwing Discourse adjacent material in your mentions and you wonder what’s going down this time
j/k, this is great
While this is an excellent argument, I would like to offer as a counter-argument albatross Elwing.
Albatrosses are exceptionally large birds, with wingspans of up to twelve feet. At twenty to twenty-five pounds, they offer as much or more advantage regarding conservation of mass as the pelican.
Their enormous wingspan is because albatrosses specialize in long-distance flights across open sea. They’re highly efficient in the air, using dynamic soaring and slope soaring to cover great distances (up to 1000 kilometers per day) with little exertion. Great for chasing your husband’s sailing ship across the vast western sea between Middle-earth and Valinor. In contrast, pelicans inhabit shoreline and inland waters, and their flight range is substantially shorter.
Look at that beauty. That’s a Southern Royal Albatross, appropriately regal for our Doriathrin princess.
They’re exceptionally long-lived birds; one albatross still alive today was banded in 1956 at the approximate age of five years, and is now the longest-lived wild bird known to science at the ripe old age of at least sixty-six. While obviously not the same as immortality, for a wild bird that’s a pretty impressively long lifespan.
While pelicans mate for a season, albatross pairs are monogamous for life. So even bird!Elwing would instinctively seek out her wandering mate.
The symbolism of the albatross is also delightfully on the nose. The Latin name, Diomedea, references the mythical metamorphosis of the companions of the Greek warrior Diomedes into birds, so we’ve got magical transformation right off the bat. Then there’s the tradition that albatrosses were the souls of lost mariners, also very apropos. And of course the classic “albatross around the neck” a la Coleridge signifying a burden that feels like a curse, both in terms of a literal burden and a psychological burden. So you have Elwing as both the metaphorical and literal albatross around the necks of Maedhros and Maglor, but also Elwing carrying her own ‘albatross’ in the form of the Silmaril.
Queen Melian! While I was drawing her I fell in love with the idea of her having lush, white eyelashes to contrast with her black hair – and probably very pale eyes, as well. I think it’s such a magical combination. No wonder Thingol couldn’t resist her!
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