Meredith McClaren's Blog, page 26

Coming out of my little hidey hole in the ground for a day. ^_^

meredithmcclaren:

Coming out of my little hidey hole in the ground for a day. ^_^

Coming out of my little hidey hole in the ground for a day. ^_^

Coming out of my little hidey hole in the ground for a day. ^_^

sudanese-led causes to donate to!

khizuo:

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sources: 1, 2

Links:

Sudanese Americans Physicians Association / Twitter

Darfur Women Action / Twitter

Hadhreen / Twitter

Fill A Heart / Twitter

HomeTax / Twitter

Hanabneiho (Twitter)

Sudan-Cairo Aid / Instagram

Barana Hanabneiho (Twitter)

By USA weapons

dreamcore-md:

By USA weapons

Falin belongs to Dungeon Meshi

Falin belongs to Dungeon Meshi

Sun Blind

tekia:

I commissioned @meredithmcclaren! She was a pleasure to work with and produces some of my favorite art! (I got my character drawn by @meredithmcclaren!!!!! omg how cool is that??(◕ᗜ◕))

Najma closed her eyes and steadied her breathing.

In the shade offered by the balcony above her, she stamped her feet and stretched her arms, twisting her back and bending her knees. She had ran around the arena twice before arriving at the entrance, and her skin was pleasantly flushed, her body loose. Her bare toes dug into the dry dirt under her feet, the bite of the marble stone walkway bisecting her foot, cold and rough compared to the fine grain of the dirt in the arena.

Cheers and cries of merchants filled the air around her as the people gathered in the stands awaited the show. Children laughed at the antics of the fools now dancing for their entertainment. Drunkards shouted for more wine and beer. Somewhere, one woman’s boisterous laugh carried over the rest. Horns trumpeted in the distance as a foot race concluded, and a cheer went up as the victor celebrated.

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I’m just so fucking pissed off man if they can surgically airstrike international volunteer food…

steveyockey:

steveyockey:

I’m just so fucking pissed off man if they can surgically airstrike international volunteer food workers three consecutive times to ensure their operation is wiped out completely what the fuck is left for anyone to say

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kill one group of aid workers with explicit intent so that all other potential or currently operating aid organizations pull out of the region to ensure gaza starves with no one willing to risk helping her people. deep sickness

April. Fools.

April. Fools.

(just kind the vibe lately)

Description: An illustration depicting the dais where a medieval king sits on his throne, but the camera is placed behind the chair. At the edges of the chair we can see hints of the king, raising his wine in a toast to a bright courtroom. Behind the chair though, and the focus point of the picture, we can see a jester sitting cross-legged in the shadows of the king. Clearly troubled by the circumstances of the world around them.

I have had… a few surprising, expensive, bills. Henceforth, commissions. They open.

I have had… a few surprising, expensive, bills. Henceforth, commissions. They open.

I regularly, for fun, look up the longest train rides I could possibly have the pleasure of…

trollprincess:

“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”

Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.

I regularly, for fun, look up the longest train rides I could possibly have the pleasure of enjoying. The chance to just look out the window and SEE everywhere I am? Without the anxiety of driving? That’s the stuff of dreams.

God.

I want this so bad.