Seizure First Aid.
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100% correct medical information on tumblr for once; also consider calling 911 if you don’t know how often the person has seizures and ESPECIALLY if the seizure has lasted 5 minutes or more (which is why the watch is critical)
This is so important!
Really good friend of mine from work back home had seizures a few times on the job. This is crucial information.
You ever notice how there are no cute asexual self-discovery stories?
Like, there are tragic self-discovery stories with every sexuality, and queer sexualities in particular - I’m not trying to make light of how many people face major personal and life crises in figuring out their sexuality - but there are also usually some fun ones thrown in the mix; the ‘I realized I liked girls when I fell in love with April O’Neil as a kid’ kind of stories.
Asexual self-discovery stories are always ‘I thought something was wrong with me for years and couldn’t really talk about it with anyone without them suggesting I seek medical/psychological help and had no resources because A is the boring sexuality nobody talks about. Then I found out A was a thing and was relieved.’
It’s really pretty depressing.
i got sad so i wrote you one and i hope it’s happy (happier???).
“That’s when you knew? When you were seven?” Jim’s head is propped up on his hand, his hair mussed from a long, toss-and-turning nap between Alpha and Gamma shift. Spock had joined him halfway through, so the mussiness was probably 35% his fault. Maybe less; Jim always seemed to settle down into sleep whenever Spock joined him in his bed.
But it was this, the quiet words between two people—one of whom had just woken up and was still rubbing sandy, human grit from his eyes—that Spock liked best about their recent arrangement.
"Vulcans do not consider sexuality as stringent and defining as Humans," Spock points out. "So yes, at seven I was well aware of my inclinations. I had never considered the possibility before that, but when I did I knew."
"Hm." Jim sticks out his lips in thought, his eyes dancing upwards. Finally he says "T’Pring?" with all the myriad questions such a name could encapsulate.
Spock nods. “I told my mother that I would endure the bonding, but I had no wish to mate with my betrothed.”
"Let me guess." Jim’s fingertips play through Spock’s hair. His bangs fall back above his brows. "She said you would when you grew up."
"That is correct." Spock allows Jim to see an almost-smile, a small crack in his controls. "I replied that it was not a question of age or time. I had no language for what I was trying to tell her; Vulcan is not as stringent, as I said, and therefore does not have a word that means asexual."
"So what did you say?"
Spock thinks for a moment, his eyes on the ceiling. “I pointed toward Gol, to the east, and I said,” he lifts an eyebrow, “that I was the opposite of the mountain.”
If Jim is surprised, he hides it well. “Not the mountain. As in, small and squishy?” He knows he’s wrong, his lips quirk self-deprecatingly. “Help me out here.”
Spock gave him a faux stern look before doing so. “All mountains on Vulcan were volcanic, or had been. All the words for ‘mountain’ literally mean ‘filled with fire.’ The words for ‘fire’ of course also mean mating, as you know. I told my mother I was instead filled with air, that I was atmosphere.”
Jim’s hand slips from his hair to his chest, which is still covered by the blue uniform tunic. “Why does that not surprise me? And what did Amanda say to that?”
Spock lays his hand atop Jim’s, resting on his silent chest. “She was quiet for a period of time. Then she smiled and said I was her little sylph. And she understood.”
"Sylph." Jim rolls the word around in his mouth. "I like it. Can I use it? Or would that be weird?"
Spock pulls the bedclothes higher around Jim’s shoulders. They have 22.4 minutes before they are needed on Gamma. “You may, though it is,” he says, and they settle back into sleep.
Jennifer Lawrence, you just received your second Golden Globe nomination at the age of 22.
Jennifer Lawrence, you just received your second Oscar nomination at the age of 22.
Jennifer Lawrence, you just became the youngest actress ever to receive 2 Oscar nominations at the age of 22.
Meanwhile Leonardo Di Caprio:
I WAS SITTING HERE EATING CANDY HEARTS AND LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM HAS HAD WORDS ON IT ONLY BUT I JUST FOUND THIS ONE WITH ARTHUR’S FACE ON IT???? HOW AND WHY PLEASE EXPLAIN
It’s a simple message and it comes from your heart
How some people can not love this man I have no idea.
Little facts from The Casebook. Enjoy
Don’t forget that John had to memorize all of Sherlock’s clothing sizes cause Sherlock doesn’t care about that stuff
Do you think Derek Hale does his own taxes? Or does he have an accountant? It must be complicated, since he’s very rich from life insurance and fire insurance and everything. That would be tricky to manage on his own with TurboTax. Does he save documents all year long so he can do his taxes? Does he let Mr. Adams at the accounting firm take care of it? Does Mr. Adams want him to look at statements before signing on the return? Does Mr. Adams ask if he can fax things over and Derek says “I don’t have a fax machine” and so Mr. Adams sighs and says he’ll talk to his assistant and work something out?
Does Derek also have a financial advisor who manages his portfolio? Does he get emails asking him if he wants to diversify? Has he invested in startups? Did Derek invest in Twitter on a whim and accidentally increase his wealth by an insane amount? Did he once sheepishly call Mr. Adams and ask about setting up a charitable trust because Derek accidentally tripled his savings?
I JUST TOLD CRIMSONCLAD THAT THE ONLY THING I CARE MORE ABOUT THAN NIPPLES IS DEREK HALE DOING MENIAL AS HELL TASKS.
DOES MR ADAMS MAKE DEREK HALE GET A PO BOX BECAUSE MAIL PEOPLE ARE SMARTER THAN ADOLESCENT BOYS AND REFUSE TO GO ANYWHERE NEAR THE LOFT’S MAILBOX? (IT’S A CARDBOARD BOX ON WHICH DEREK HALE SCRAWLED “MAIL PLZ” IN CRAYON.) DEREK KIND OF LIKES PICKING UP HIS MAIL FROM HIS POST OFFICE BOX CUZ HE LIKES GETTING MAIL EVEN THOUGH ITS MOSTLY FOR CREDIT CARDS AND CATALOGS. HE FLIPS THROUGH THE LANDS END CATALOG ANYWAY. WHO KNOWS? MAYBE HE WANTS SOMETHING. YOU DON’T KNOW HIS LIFE.
omg omg Derek getting mail! DEREK GETTING MAIL.
-letters from his middle school pen pal, Larry. Larry lives in Iowa. Derek still writes to him faithfully.
-fundraising appeals from the basketball camp he went to for two summers. “Our campers love learning about the DRIVE TO WIN and GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP!”
-subscription to Highlights. He hasn’t paid for it in decades, he keeps trying to tell them to stop sending it, but it just keeps coming. “Get it TOGETHER, Goofus,” he sighs.
-His old babysitter Mrs. Elmore sends him a check for five dollars on his birthday every year.
OK, but I want to know exactly what it is Derek tells his middle school pen pal Larry about his life. Like I’m guessing he doesn’t lie, just leaves out…almost everything?
"I was dating this really nice teacher for a little while but it didn’t work out."
"It’s hard making friends."
"Fitness is really important to me."
"Sometimes I wonder if I’ve made the right choices. Do you ever feel that way, Larry?"
All those sound EXTREMELY LIKELY. Also, sometimes he’ll just buy an issue of Sports Illustrated and mention topics from it in his letters. Or he’ll look up movie listings on his phone—not to SEE any of them, but he’ll ask Larry if HE has seen them, and when Larry writes back he will often explain the plots of those movies to Derek. That’s why Derek was once able to get a joke that Scott made about Ryan Reynolds. Scott looked proud of him, and Derek felt proud of himself. Larry is a true friend.
But what happens when Larry happens to be in California for a business trip? He’s just going to swing over to meet Derek, it’s only an hour’s drive, and they’ve been writing to each other for such a long time. It’ll be cool to finally put a face to the name, right?
And of course when Larry meets everyone it’s a hideously embarrassing exercise, because he keeps saying, “Wow, you’re just like I imagined!” or alluding to things that Derek said about them, things that Derek didn’t think were ever going to go beyond Larry.
Oh man, it’s like fake-married trope, but instead it is “fake functional human adult life” trope!
"Yeah, I totally have a refrigerator in my loft, Larry! And I definitely did NOT order it on my phone five minutes ago, NOR did I send Isaac a text asking if he would go meet the delivery truck!" And I have definitely had running water in all of my residences for the past few months. I have definitely never ever been reduced to brushing my teeth with the water that has gathered in an empty bucket out on my loft balcony. Oh, and all my closest friends absolutely come over here for reasons other than horrible murders. Like, we hang out and play games all the time, and no one bleeds at all."
What I am MOST into about this, besides everything, is the desperate, hopeless look in Derek’s eyes when he asks them all to play along, even though they probably won’t — it’s barely even worth asking — even if they’re nice enough to try, it’ll be too hard for them to stifle their laughter when Larry mentions Derek’s New Year’s Resolution to learn woodworking — The way Derek’s eyes widen, the way his face relaxes, shocked, warily pleased, when Scott looks at him and says warmly yes, of course, of course we will play along, and smacks Stiles in the side when he opens his mouth to say something smart. Because you know who is emotionally mature and can tell when something matters and actually, it turns out, doesn’t hate Derek anymore: Scott McCall.
"You know, it’s weird, I kind of pictured Scott as older than you!" says Larry. "That’s so funny!"
"Haha," says Derek. "Yeah. Weird."
SCREAAAAAAAAAAMING. Derek sends Larry letters full of how much Scott is teaching him about life and love and family. Scott’s such a good role model. Scott just really knows how to bring people together. Scott taught him how to change his voicemail greeting. Scott helped him buy a pair of galoshes because there have been so many rainstorms.
To be honest, Larry probably thought Scott was some sugar daddy in his sixties, someone taking Derek under his wing and helping him figure shit out. Larry didn’t judge. He’s just happy that Derek seems happy.
Anonymous asked: Can you explain why Europeans were much more technologically advanced than the indigenous populations of Africa? I mean, these cultures hadn't even invented sewage systems, which is something the Romans were able to design and implement in 800-735 BC (a long fucking time before "the white man" colonized it)... I mean fuck, without "the white man", they would probably still be in the fucking bronze age.
I don’t really know what kind of history books bigots like you read.
The Great Libraries of Timbuktu? The steel metallurgy of the Haya? Dentistry? Caesarean section? Premature neonatal care? Mathematics, architecture, engineering?
I know it’s hard for a racist like you who imagines “technological advancement” to be some kind of end-all-be-all, or proof of some “inherent intelligence”. I know, I know. It’s hard to imagine, but Europeans have been drawing knowledge from everyone around them since the dawn of time. What did you think ended the Dark Ages?
Your magical (read: white supremacist) idea of a purely 'white' Rome never existed.
The Minoan culture on the island of Crete between 1500-1700 B.C.E. had a highly developed waste management system. They had very advanced plumbing and designed places to dispose of organic wastes. Knossos, the capital city, had a central courtyard with baths that were filled and emptied using terra-cotta pipes. This piping system is similar to techniques used today. They had large sewers built of stone.”
In case you needed further clarification, neither the Minoans nor other (later) Greeks were ethnically uniform. They also had the first flush toilets, dating back to 18th century B.C.E. They had flushing toilets, with wooden seats and an overhead reservoir. The Minoan royals were the last group to use flushing toilets until the re-development of that technology in 1596.
Oh, and look the Mayans had indoor plumbing, acqueducts, and pressurized water too. I mean, you can ignore that the area Mayans lived in had little to few rivers, no lakes or standing water, nor other sources of running water, while simultaneously dealing with monsoons and flooding due to one of the heaviest yearly rainfalls in the Americas.
Classic Maya even used household water filters using locally abundant limestone carved into a porous cylinder, made so as to work in a manner strikingly similar to modern ceramic water filters.
Of course, by this time millenia later none of your precious “white people” had developed any methods besides shitting in pots.Continuing, the earliest archaeological record of an advanced system of drainage comes from the Indus Valley Civilization from around 3100 [B.C.E] in what is now Pakistan and North India. By 2500 B.C.E (almost 5,000 years ago), highly developed drainage system where wastewater from each house flowed into the main drain.All houses in the major cities of Harappa and Mohenjo−daro had access to water and drainage facilities. Waste water was directed to covered drains which lined the major streets directed to covered drains, which lined the major streets. Each home had its own private drinking well and its own private bathroom. The mains that carried wastewater to a cesspit were tall enough for people to walk through. Reservoirs, a central drainage system, fresh water pumped into the homes. Pools. Baths.It was made from bricks smoothened and joined together seamlessly. The expert masonry kept the sewer watertight. Drops at regular intervals acted like an automatic cleaning device.
Filters for solid waste.Sorry, what were the British doing up until like, 200 years ago? Shitting in the streets? Oh yeah.I mean, I could get into how by the Shang Dynasty (roughly 1600 B.C.E.), China had sophisticated plumbing including pressure inverted siphons.
Or into the city of Amarna, Ancient Egypt. Or Persepolis, Persia and the Achaemenids in 600 B.C.E.But, I mean, it sounds like the only one still in the Bronze Age is you.
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971)
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