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Children Who Chase Lost Voices from Deep Below

This is an amazing movie, just look at that animation!

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saluviart:

This is a non quickly written journal

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Hello!

I am not going to dive right in to the whole story for which I have opened commissions, if you are interested, here’s a [link] but the summary is that my mom needs surgery and medicaid is being a butt-faced-jerk.


Ehem!


Prices:

My prices vary depending on complexity and time it would take me to do the piece.

The general setup is:

  

Complex Background drawing, one character is $25, extra characters + $3

Examples:

  

  

Simple Background, one character $19, extra characters +$3

Example:

For no BG:

one character (full body) $15

examples:

(Will draw in any style)

one character (waist up) $12

Examples:

(Will draw in any style)

Portrait $10 

Examples:

(Will draw in any style)

extra characters + $3

For line-art subtract $5 from price

Note:

If the background is super intricate, the price may be higher. Depends on the details. (we could discuss a deal, just email me.)

What I will draw:

My only condition is no gore or anything sexually explicit, other than that I’m open to anything. Just keep in mind animals are my weakness. (My Little Pony excluded, I can draw that.)

Payment: Paypal please! send payments to sarav-art@hotmail.com (You don’t need to pay the fee! I will take care of that)

You can pay half at the beginning (I will not start until I have at least this much) and the other half when done (you have to pay to receive the picture).

I will email you the actual high resolution picture. Unfortunately I currently don’t have the means to offer prints. But if you want me to do something traditional (using markers, and ink or paint) and want the original, Please email me your address so I can send it.

Please spread the word.

Thank you for reading

For any questions either drop me an ask or email me at sarav-art@hotmail.com

I don’t know how to say this, or where to begin so I will cut to the point. (no, I am not directly asking for money, keep reading.)

My mom needs surgery.

$1600 Surgery, that’s $1600 that we don’t have.

Now I will go into the full story:

So a few weeks ago my mom started feeling bad, like, really bad. So on May 18 our neighbor, and friend, took her to the hospital. I stayed home because Lin was visiting. When she got back from the hospital the next morning (they had to wait 6 hours before she was seen) she told me some bad news. Her left kidney is swollen.

At first we thought it was just a kidney stone. And it seems like she does have a stone, but there’s more. Her kidney is so swollen she needs to get this tube implanted into it. So, we were referred to a specialist. We went and got an appointment. That appointment was today, May 31, the doctor confirmed that she indeed needs surgery for her kidney, but also told us that her other symptoms were not caused by the kidney inflammation. The other symptoms being, trembling, sweating, really bad stomach problems and more that my mom didn’t fully explain to me because she “doesn’t want to worry me” NO SHIT, I’m already worried! 

So to the next part. My mom currently doesn’t have medical insurance… no she does, no she doesn’t. She has Medicaid and guess what? The doctor’s office says the medicaid has expired (that she doesn’t have it), my mom went with a friend to children and families and they told her she did have medicaid. She then called medicaid and they said she didn’t! So which is it??!! (I’m seriously angry at them.)

Now medical bills are piling up, the bills from the hospital visit, bills from the consultation from today and the $1600 for the surgery. That’s just money we don’t have, we were barely making ends meet as it were and with me entering college in about 2 months (which I’m considering postponing) things are hard….

I seriously don’t know what to do… So, that is why I’ve made this post….

Now I’m not going to directly ask for money, no, I am opening commissions!

Commission Info HERE

But if you just want to donate a dollar or 2 I have put a donate button on my page (Upper left hand corner)  send them via paypal to sarav-art@hotmail.com (donate button not working)

If you can’t donate money or buy a commission, please reblog this so people see.

My mom is the only family I have in this country, and I couldn’t possibly stand to lose her, will you help me, please?

yoitsadventuretime:

If any of you post

• danisnotonfire
• amazingphil
• charlieissocoollike
• youtubers
• adventure time
• zelda
• pokemon
• anime/kawaii
• John Green/nerdfighter stuff
• totoro
• funny stuhfff

Then like/reblog this and I’ll follow most of you on my personal blog (here)! And maybe even on this blog :D

I tend to post AT fanart and other stuff in my art blog http://saluviart.tumblr.com/

awwn, thanks for following guys! Though if you want to see art here’s my Art Blog http://saluviart.tumblr.com/

it’s a little outdated but I’ll have new stuff up soon ;D

CHANCHO GUAGUA: I want to explain a little..

thisgingersnapsback:

feministische:

puravida-purelife:

Me and my boyfriend have been seeing each other for about a year now and I recently found out I’m pregnant..

It was the scariest thing of my life.. I was paralyzed with fear. I wish I had the means to keep the baby but I…

awrugro:

I drew a newer/cleaner version of this in English for the anon who asked for an English version a month ago or so? Sorry for taking so long orz

This has the same info in it as before except for one extra point.

Anyways, again, these are all self-observed notes! I don’t study art or whatever! And I highly suggest you look at different pictures of faces and practice this to have a better understanding.

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The Truth Beneath The Rose: rickyfirehav: Walter Elias Disney High School -...

rickyfirehav:

Walter Elias Disney High School - W.E.D.H.S

billabon-g808:

jbeeks55:

experiment-six-two-six:

Swimming with Coach Ariel

Physical Education with Mr. Shang

Dance with Coach Esmerelda

Chef Silver

History with Mr. Thatch

givesmehope:

I recently opened up and announced that I was gay. http://bit.ly/LcDieB

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notthecake:

twelvebats:

neofeliss:

krill-ex:

thathorse-obsessedgirl:

I apologize for such graphic pictures, but I’m not sugarcoating this.

Today while I was working at the barn, I saw this dog on the way back from a ride. He stood up and walked very cautiously over to the horses, but he didn’t come very close. He didn’t bark or growl, he just stood there. I couldn’t leave him there, I had to go back and get him with my car.

I got out of my car and walked slowly up to him. He put his head down and came towards me without my calling or anything. He sat down next to me (I didn’t pet him because he clearly has bad mange) and wagged his tail. He looked at me with his pretty blue-green eyes full of hope and I think he knew he would be ok.

I called every nearby animal control number and the Houston Humane Society right down the road. I had to go through so many menu options before I finally left a message… None of them have called me back, about eight hours later. 

I took matters into my own hands. I didn’t want to put him in my car because I transport my own dog, but I couldn’t just leave him. I figured there would be some way to sanitize my car so I gave in and called someone at the barn to help me get him in my car. He’s a small dog, but he has scabs all over his body and I wanted someone with gloves.

Anyways, I drove about five minutes to Houston Humane and the first thing the admissions lady told me is that they’ll hold him for three days and if no one claims him, they’ll put him down. Nope, that’s not gonna happen. I asked her where else I could take him and she gave me the number and address of BARC. I thanked her and got some gloves from her and loaded him back up in my car for the 45-minute drive to BARC.

They shuffled me around everywhere at BARC. I went through the door that said, “Entrance” and the guy made me go back through the “Exit” door. I know this doesn’t seem like much, but this puppy could hardly walk. He stumbled as if he were drunk and would occasionally just plop down. They determined he was too sick for him to be in the main building with all the other dogs, so I had to load him back up in my car and drive him to the rear entrance.

Some kind volunteers directed me to the vet building, and I waited in there for a vet tech for about 15 minutes. I sat next to him and talked to him. I told him over and over that he would be ok and I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. I told him he’s going to make an amazing pet someday and he’s in a safe place. I promised him.

The exhausted-looking vet tech came out, took my driver’s license (which they had already done at the front..) and entered me into “the system.” Then she came back over to me and the dog, whom I had named JoJo, and informed me of his fate. She said two very conflicting things and I’m still confused. First, she said that they’ll wait three days for someone to claim him, then have him evaluated by a vet and put him up for adoption if he’s not aggressive (which he clearly wasn’t). Good news, right? Then she said they’ll wait three days for someone to claim him and then euthanize him. I kept trying to clear this up with her and determine which one she meant because she wasn’t making sense, but I never got a clear answer. I’m pretty sure the answer is more towards the second option than the first.

Then I got mad. I asked her why the hell I took him there if they’re just going to kill him, just like they would’ve at Houston Humane. She shrugged and I said, “Ok well thanks,” and left with tears welling up.

I pretended to text on the way back to my car so the volunteers wouldn’t ask what was wrong. I got to my car and broke down crying for poor little JoJo. All I could think about was how amazing he’d be as someone’s dog and how I had promised him over and over that he’d be ok. I called Christy (the barn manager, we kept in contact the whole time so she knew what was going on) and told her the news and she got mad, too. She kept saying, “Why the hell do they call themselves a no-kill when they clearly do if the dog is the slightest bit sick? They’re not going to do ANYTHING for him?” My thoughts exactly.

I drove home crying and took a nice, hot shower. Christy had called me again while I was in the shower so I called her back and she had some good news for me. She knows a woman who brought a stray like JoJo into BARC, donated some money for his initial treatments, and then fostered him (and later ended up adopting him). Christy is actually offering to donate $250 to help him and she knows another woman who loves pitbulls and is already offering to foster him.

I’m not begging everyone to reblog this, though that would be appreciated. I’m not gonna hate you if you don’t. I won’t be mad if no one offers a little cash for his initial treatment. But it would make me and JoJo feel a lot better if you did.

We have until Thursday to figure all of this out. This dog needs a miracle, but Christy and I won’t stop until he gets his miracle.

P.S. To whoever did this to this dog - I sincerely hope you suffer equally as much as he did/does/will. I hope you find out how it feels to have someone give up on you, and that no one gives you a second chance. I know you’re out there because he has a collar and he’s neutered. It makes me sick to know that you exist.

I’m sorry to reblog again, but this is really awful. If you can’t donate, at least reblog. Please?

Reblogging to spread awareness. This poor dog…he needs all the help he can get. 

God I would have brought him home and looked up actual non kill rescues. I mean, I know everyone can’t do the same but it’s a shame that places dedicated to animal care are willing to just give up like that. It happens all the time. Only the smaller rescues will actually try and nurse an animal back from zero. See it constantly in the horse world. Animals that the SPCA immediately puts down are brought back as close to 100% as possible.

Whoever did this should burn.

Direct contact and donation information would help this cause a lot.

BARC Put him down everyone,

THEY PUT HIM DOWN

4sima:

i will continue to reblog this until it gets the notes it deserves because elephants

If your heart isn’t melting it’s because you don’t have one.

the smile on my face

TOO MUCH LOVE.

Oh my goodness.

I will reblog this every time it appears on my dash because elephants.

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lulz-time:

Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard

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fastpuck:

ashandherketchup:

minestuck:

bootybeachpatrol:

dragonsroar:

raccoontea:

phemiec:

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gurumichy:

pettyartist:

hitoshura0:

easternstarlights:

soujizz:

persona 3: you walk up stairs at night

Nocturne: you gradually realize you hate everything.

Because someone else did Nocturne, I’ll do a game I played today.

Xenoblade Chronicles: You get destroyed by giant caterpillars

Monkey Island.

You pick up things and use them sometimes.

Half Life

You’re a mute scientist that never does any science

I use Zelda too much so

Lost Odyssey: Everything you love dies.

Bully. You are a 15 year old ginger going to a boarding school in new england. You spend the majority of your year running errands for idiots you hate. Oh and there are only 7 girls in the whole town and they’re all a foot taller than you.

Persona 4: Everyone watches TV in the middle of the night

Devil Survivor: You’re stuck in Tokyo for a week.

Etrian Odyssey 3: You run through a forest and get killed by a deer.

baten kaitos: the main character was the bad guy all along

Cathrine: You push blocks, talk to sheep, get drunk off your ass and text two girls that you want to bang but in the end you never really get laid. You also get chased by horrifying 30ft infants with chainsaws.

happy wheels

trust me, its not very happy

Portal series: you shoot holes in the wall and get called fat alot

Legend of Zelda: forever rolling across huge expansive fields. while screaming.

(Sorry guys)

Skyrim: you run around doing random shit.

twelvebats:

neofeliss:

krill-ex:

thathorse-obsessedgirl:

I apologize for such graphic pictures, but I’m not sugarcoating this.

Today while I was working at the barn, I saw this dog on the way back from a ride. He stood up and walked very cautiously over to the horses, but he didn’t come very close. He didn’t bark or growl, he just stood there. I couldn’t leave him there, I had to go back and get him with my car.

I got out of my car and walked slowly up to him. He put his head down and came towards me without my calling or anything. He sat down next to me (I didn’t pet him because he clearly has bad mange) and wagged his tail. He looked at me with his pretty blue-green eyes full of hope and I think he knew he would be ok.

I called every nearby animal control number and the Houston Humane Society right down the road. I had to go through so many menu options before I finally left a message… None of them have called me back, about eight hours later. 

I took matters into my own hands. I didn’t want to put him in my car because I transport my own dog, but I couldn’t just leave him. I figured there would be some way to sanitize my car so I gave in and called someone at the barn to help me get him in my car. He’s a small dog, but he has scabs all over his body and I wanted someone with gloves.

Anyways, I drove about five minutes to Houston Humane and the first thing the admissions lady told me is that they’ll hold him for three days and if no one claims him, they’ll put him down. Nope, that’s not gonna happen. I asked her where else I could take him and she gave me the number and address of BARC. I thanked her and got some gloves from her and loaded him back up in my car for the 45-minute drive to BARC.

They shuffled me around everywhere at BARC. I went through the door that said, “Entrance” and the guy made me go back through the “Exit” door. I know this doesn’t seem like much, but this puppy could hardly walk. He stumbled as if he were drunk and would occasionally just plop down. They determined he was too sick for him to be in the main building with all the other dogs, so I had to load him back up in my car and drive him to the rear entrance.

Some kind volunteers directed me to the vet building, and I waited in there for a vet tech for about 15 minutes. I sat next to him and talked to him. I told him over and over that he would be ok and I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. I told him he’s going to make an amazing pet someday and he’s in a safe place. I promised him.

The exhausted-looking vet tech came out, took my driver’s license (which they had already done at the front..) and entered me into “the system.” Then she came back over to me and the dog, whom I had named JoJo, and informed me of his fate. She said two very conflicting things and I’m still confused. First, she said that they’ll wait three days for someone to claim him, then have him evaluated by a vet and put him up for adoption if he’s not aggressive (which he clearly wasn’t). Good news, right? Then she said they’ll wait three days for someone to claim him and then euthanize him. I kept trying to clear this up with her and determine which one she meant because she wasn’t making sense, but I never got a clear answer. I’m pretty sure the answer is more towards the second option than the first.

Then I got mad. I asked her why the hell I took him there if they’re just going to kill him, just like they would’ve at Houston Humane. She shrugged and I said, “Ok well thanks,” and left with tears welling up.

I pretended to text on the way back to my car so the volunteers wouldn’t ask what was wrong. I got to my car and broke down crying for poor little JoJo. All I could think about was how amazing he’d be as someone’s dog and how I had promised him over and over that he’d be ok. I called Christy (the barn manager, we kept in contact the whole time so she knew what was going on) and told her the news and she got mad, too. She kept saying, “Why the hell do they call themselves a no-kill when they clearly do if the dog is the slightest bit sick? They’re not going to do ANYTHING for him?” My thoughts exactly.

I drove home crying and took a nice, hot shower. Christy had called me again while I was in the shower so I called her back and she had some good news for me. She knows a woman who brought a stray like JoJo into BARC, donated some money for his initial treatments, and then fostered him (and later ended up adopting him). Christy is actually offering to donate $250 to help him and she knows another woman who loves pitbulls and is already offering to foster him.

I’m not begging everyone to reblog this, though that would be appreciated. I’m not gonna hate you if you don’t. I won’t be mad if no one offers a little cash for his initial treatment. But it would make me and JoJo feel a lot better if you did.

We have until Thursday to figure all of this out. This dog needs a miracle, but Christy and I won’t stop until he gets his miracle.

P.S. To whoever did this to this dog - I sincerely hope you suffer equally as much as he did/does/will. I hope you find out how it feels to have someone give up on you, and that no one gives you a second chance. I know you’re out there because he has a collar and he’s neutered. It makes me sick to know that you exist.

I’m sorry to reblog again, but this is really awful. If you can’t donate, at least reblog. Please?

Reblogging to spread awareness. This poor dog…he needs all the help he can get. 

God I would have brought him home and looked up actual non kill rescues. I mean, I know everyone can’t do the same but it’s a shame that places dedicated to animal care are willing to just give up like that. It happens all the time. Only the smaller rescues will actually try and nurse an animal back from zero. See it constantly in the horse world. Animals that the SPCA immediately puts down are brought back as close to 100% as possible.

Whoever did this should burn.

Direct contact and donation information would help this cause a lot.

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orangemuses:

kkatkkrap:

A’capella cover, huh… we’ll see about th…  …

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD