Mike brown was lied on, 64,000 black women are missing, and black children’s organs are being harvested for profit,, like literally fuck anyone who judges us for “making it about race” bc the system makes it a about race all the time when they constantly degrade us to the point of danger and death

In 2018 I have a feeling some big blog is going to get called out for running a black market organ harvesting operation and people will still try to defend them

anonymous asked:

Hi. I have a serial killer who strangles victims. He also cuts out victim's organs, purely for financial gain. I have two questions. How would they cut and be clearly not medically skilled? Also how long after death are different organs available for transplant and how would one store them without special equipment, and with special equipment? Much appreciated. Thanks. PS - I'm preparing a Criminal Minds fanfic for NaNo. :)

Hey there nonny. 

Here’s the thing about organ harvesting: first, it’s best done while the person has a heartbeat. Second, it REQUIRES solid skills to make happen. 

In terms of knife skills, there are all kinds of things that mark an amateur, mostly poor scalpel technique. Cuts that took two or three attempts to get to the depth required, for example, or that aren’t straight, or that they had to make repeated incisions for length (to give themselves room to work under the skin). There are lots of layyers to cut through to make an incision: skin, fat, muscle, often in layers and multiple directions. So there are lots of opportunities to make mistakes. 

In terms of the harvesting, nicking the organ is a big no-no. I’m sure there are details that are well above my level of understanding, but basically you want to leave connections in place – you want to make sure there’s enough blood vessel, for example, to suture it in place in the recipient. 

As for timing: This chart is from [the University of Michigan Transplant Web Site]: 

So as you can see, hearts have the shortest half-life and go bad in about 3 hours; lungs in 5, and kidneys take about 20 hours to pass their sell-by. 

However, the technology is constantly evolving. There are articles out there talking about [extending liver sell-by to 72 hours] by perfusing them with high-tech preservation fluid. 

But also remember – these surgeries are complicated. They need to be choreographed, like a dance. There’s a pecking order for when each organ gets removed (see a recent post on this topic). And in a real approved-by-doctors harvest, up to 25 people can be involved in the surgery, with eight or nine surgical teams taking part. 

So the most your character is likely to be able to effectively harvest on his own is a single kidney. 

Good luck with your story and with NaNoWriMo – and I hope they get the jerk! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


Special Disclaimer: Do Not Murder People and Steal Their Organs. It’s Not Nice and the Meat Goes Bad Quickly. 

dad and i watch captain america: the winter soldier
  • dad: oh god it's starting shut up i've been waiting for this for months
  • (movie starts)
  • dad: i don't know what's happening but the french guy fighting cap looks like french macklemore
  • me: how do you even know who macklemore is?
  • dad: i'm hip. i'm cool
  • me: don't you do it
  • dad: i'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 baguettes in my pocket
  • (five minutes later)
  • dad: is that the Falcon? that's totally the Falcon
  • me: how do you know?
  • dad: i used to read the comic books trust me on this i'm an expert. his superpower was that he could talk to birds
  • me: birds?
  • dad: i mean in hindsight it probably wasn't the most useful thing ever
  • dad: if this winter soldier is supposedly a ghost in the machine that nobody's ever seen, and nobody will ever catch, you would think showing up in broad daylight and blowing up cars would not be his modus operandi
  • dad: how the heck did he laser through concrete??
  • me: idk dad it's nick fury he can probably do whatever he wants
  • dad: i'm sorry attractive nurse who just so happens to live next door, my heart belongs to a seventy year russian dude with a bionic arm
  • me: what
  • dad:
  • dad: nick fury isn't dead. justice never dies. he probably has a billion clones in some top secret storage facility, just waiting for their organ harvest.
  • me: ew dad gross no
  • dad: i really relate to that apple store employee
  • me: we all do dad
  • dad: oh that's that guy from the first movie! i remember him! he was my favorite, his eyes were so blue, and he loved steve so much. i wanted them to get together
  • me: dad good god
  • dad: he was a little less marilyn manson at that point though
  • dad: not that guyliner isn't a good look for this guy
  • dad: when a deadly russian assassin wears eyeliner, it's 'he's so dreamy' and 'wow what a badass'
  • dad: but when i do it it's 'you're too old' and 'bald guys can't pull off make-up'
  • me: dad it was halloween and it was one time you need to let this go
  • dad: so bucky barnes, aka cute cocky guy who died in the first movie, aka steve roger's best friend/boyfriend, is a top secret super scary brainwashed hydra agent?
  • me: mmm-hm
  • dad: called it
  • dad: do you think single handedly destroying jets is just a common, everyday thing for cap? punch a few tanks, feed a few pigeons, take out a plane, help old ladies cross the street...
  • dad: captain america is like your grandad minus the booze and the cussing
  • dad: in all honesty that was a little anti-climactic
  • dad: i was 100% sure nick fury was gonna descend majestically from the heavens, 'All I do is Win' blaring in the background, and single-handedly save everyone's ass
  • dad: scarjo and chris evans are two of the most beautiful people in the world and they are both in this movie and i don't know how to feel about it i have butterflies in my stomach i'm a schoolboy again
  • me: you know on second thought we should have brought mom
  • dad: where's hawkeye? where's bruce? where's tony? where's thor? WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER AVENGERS AS THE ENTIRETY OF SHIELD IS COMPROMISED AND NICK FURY DIES
  • me: maybe they figured steve could handle it
  • dad: maybe they're all lazy assholes

you know actually looking at the seperate trait tree’s you can catch a glimps at minato,yu, and akira’s personalitys- or at least there values

Minato is fighting off a giant case of apathy or depression, and thats reflected in his stats, he cares about academics becouse society demands you be smart, charm becouse you have to convince others your fine/unaffected by things to not make a scene, and courage becouse SOUL DEMONS AND COFFINS POPPIN UP DURING THE DARK HOUR Minato is doing the bare nessesitys for living, and the fact that he reached a level in his stats that is considered above average has him pleased, but otherwise- humble feelings like the wrong word but its the word that imediatly popped in my mind.

meanwhile Yu is over here caring a damn lot about this stuff, from how expressive he is to how well he understands people to his dilligence Yu cares a lot about people and what they think of him. Also praising himself higher then minato thinking himself enthralling,saintly,heroic, practically a sage with rock solid dilligence at max stats, practically a social super star! or at least he needs to know people like him, people are on his side, they wont leave him with a uncle he barely knows and neck deep in HIS households drama on top of a murder investigation involing being bitten by a tv. 

and then we have Akira

Ah Akira, a man who knows exactly how much hype is resting on his shoulders, and living up to every bit of it.

This guy is great, and he fucking knows it.  

he’s not just a sage when it comes to knowledge, he’s an Erudite

hes not just a bad ass, he’s Lion Hearted


Akira got spit upon by the system, left to rot in a back alley coffee shop attic with a man who might have been a complete creeper who harvested organs for all akira knew,  and hey with shido burrying the evidence im surprised he didnt.

Everyone else in his life has given up on him, even people who barely knows what his face looks like for half a second. 

Nobody is going to be there for him should push come to shove, so he’s gotte be BETTER

be willing to do things most people wouldnt, smart enough to keep those situations in his favor, proficient enough to execute these plans, charming enough to fool anyone that questions him, and kind enough to not be stay out of the way when he see’s a woman get herassed by  a drunk on the street like everyones telling him to become.

Remember in season 8 of Grey’s Anatomy when they went to Idaho and successfully harvested those organs? Then everyone went home, Mark & Lexie got married, Callie & Arizona had another baby, Meredith and Derek had Bailey, and everyone lived happily ever after? What a good show, that Grey’s Anatomy. I’m sad it’s over, but at least it ended on a good note.

anonymous asked:

(for NaNo! Thanks so much!) If a person is an organ donor, what order are organs taken in? I figure they would leave the heart until last, but other than that I'm not too sure.

Hey there nonny! 

I haven’t had a chance to check DEFINITIVELY with my organ donation source, but I believe the “correct” order of harvest is: 

  1. Kidney #1
  2. Kidney #2 
  3. Pancreas (if donating) 
  4. Liver (full OR Part 1, Part 2 if they’re splitting the liver and donating to different recipients) 
  5. Lungs  (set OR #1, #2) 
  6. Heart 

Tissue donation, such as corneas, muscle tissue, skin, or bone, are donated after everything else has been taken out, as these tissues are far less dependent on active, current blood supply.  

So yeah. As I understand it, the heart comes out last. 

OH! One other detail – each surgery is coordinated by the Transplant Coordinator, and each organ has its own team from the recipient hospital. So for example, Team A from Hospital 1 takes Kidney #1, then Team B from Hospital 2 takes Kidney #2, etc, until Team F from Hospital 8 (or whatever) finally get the heart. These teams turn into ghosts the moment they have what they want, since the clock starts ticking to take the organs to the recipients the moment they’re removed from the donor. 

Thanks for asking! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty



Dr. Cynthia McKinney (under threat of death, intimidation, torture and much worse) This United States member of the House of Representatives WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED, SHE WILL NOT SHUT UP, SHE WILL NOT SIT DOWN, SHE WILL NOT ACCEPT BRIBES.

Dear God help us all.

For, this unique woman, this fearless woman, hopefully not the last of her kind, is under constant threat of being: cheaply discredited, dragged through Washington’s muck, intimidated, threatened with death (’suicide’) or threatened with the death of a loved one, publicly slandered, etc. etc.

Dr. McKinney is one of the last of her kind.

She is not only incorruptible, fearless, determined, also wants to drain the swamp, she will not be intimidated.






Herbs have enormous magical power, as they hold the earth’s energy within them. Each herb has unique properties that can enhance one’s magical goals. Herbs also may have medicinal properties. The magical practitioner can draw upon either aspect when performing a spell.

The most common ways herbs are used in magic are:

Charms and sachets - Fill a small bag with herbs to make a charm or sachet. You can carry the charm with you, hang it in the house or car, or bury or burn it, depending on the purpose, and the spell you are performing.

Incense- Herbs can be burned as a ritual incense, such as the sage smudge used to clear negative vibrations from a space.

Bath - Make a sachet or bath bomb and place it in your ritual or healing bath. Fragrant herbs like lavender make a very relaxing bath, and you can use certain herbs to alleviate skin and other conditions, such as using eucalyptus in a bath when you have a cold or flu.

Oils - Place herbs in an oil, let them steep for a few days, then strain. You can make annointing oils for you ritual work, beauty oils for your hair, skin and nails (try coconut or jojoba), or flavor oils for cooking and seasoning, such as steeping rosemary in olive oil.

Teas- Use herbs to make teas for healing illness. Some herbs can be used to mildly alter consciousness. Many herbal teas have health benefits and can help treat minor ailments.

Smoking- You can make herbal smoking mixtures which will also facilitate altered states of consciousness.

In spellwork, herbs can be sprinkled or placed around or within boundaries (such as your home, altar, or magic circle) to define a “territory” for your magic to work. Of course, you can always use flavorful herbs in cooking and seasoning your food. There are many healthful benefits, and they taste great! Always give all plant life respect, where ever you are- remember, the word “weed” is simply a value judgement! Dandelion, for instance, has many, many healing and nutritional qualities which are extremely beneficial not only to the wildlife which feeds on it, but to you, too! Learn to recognize the herbs around you- even in a city, there are many wonderful herbs growing wild, which you can gather and use.

Harvest herbs in the morning after the sun has dried the dew but before the heat of the day sets in. Use a sharp magical knife (a bolline) to cut herbs; the knife should be consecrated specifically for this purpose. Thank the plant for its gift, and offer it something in return, perhaps some water, organic fertilizer or mulch. Harvest only the amount of herbs needed, except when pruning the plants, to ensure healthy growth for the following season.

The most prevalent ingredients of magic spells are processed botanicals, especially dried plants, herbs and oils. Drying plants preserves them for extended use, allowing you to work with plants out of season and with those that are cannot be grown in your region.

Dried botanical frequently are sold already chopped, cut or powdered. As these actions usually need to be done before spell casting, purchasing botanical that are ready to be used can save time and effort. There is nothing wrong with buying your herbs. Leaves and blossoms, even chopped often retain their characteristics, such as aroma, and so are easily distinguishable. You are unlikely to confuse rose with peppermint or hibiscus!

If you grow plants or have access to fresh ones, it is quite easy to dry them yourself. Hang botanical upside down in small bunches. Don’t overcrowd them - you want air to circulate. Allow the botanical to hang in a well-ventilated area away from direct sunlight until dry.

Herbs & Magical Properties
Always check before you use any herb because some herbs can stop conventional medicines working.  Herbs can heal and help with spell work, but herbs can also kill. BE CAREFUL AND ALWAYS CHECK FIRST!   ALL KNOWN UNSAFE FOR CONSUMPTION HERBS IN HE LIST WILL BE MARKED WITH ***.

Herb list under the cut.


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You want Langst, I’ll give you Langst!

So imagine Keith as the leader, ordering the paladdins to go on some mission to steal some quintessence from a Galra ship. The strategy is ill-advised by Lance, but his warning is overlooked. The mission goes horribly wrong and Lance is ambushed by a bunch of Galra, and exposed to a ton of Haggarium (which, if you’ve seen Voltron Force was basically corrupted quintessence) The paladdins are forced to retreat, and in this scenario, they only arrived with one lion, and it isn’t blue. So by the time, he’s finally captured by the Galra soldiers,  his body has been soaking in the stuff for literal hours. As such, he’s basically a walking corpse, with every single cell rapidly  decaying. Haggar thinks he’s useless to them and advocates just killing him off, but Lotor isn’t one to throw away potential, however inefficient it may seem.

So Lotor, being the sicko that he is, submits our lovable Cuban comic relief to a series of torturous surgeries where Lance has basically his skin, and internal organs replaced with those harvested from a wide variety of Galra prisoners. He’s basically a walking amalgamation of grafted alien parts. His skin, that he put so much effort into preventing acne from forming on, is no longer his own. And here’s the real kicker: because the quintessence powering his life force has been corrupted, his body is still rapidly degenerating. This means that while the Galra can stuff him full of all kinds of drug concoctions to slow down the infection, they can’t stop it. So he has to undergo the grafting surgeries over and over again on a regular basis. And since the prisoners are a limited resource, Lance is  eventually forced to go to other planets to kill the aliens who’s bodies he’ll be using in future transplants.

Now imagine Lance  covering up his body and wear a mask at all times-but if he ever fails a mission, Lotor calls together all the soldiers on his ship, and forces Lance to strip naked in front of all of them, showing off his disgusting body as it rapidly withers before their very eyes. Every cringe, every accusation that the soldiers have done nothing to deserve the sight of him, and every time a soldier vomits, feels like a whiplash across his chest, no matter how many times he’s been showcased. Lotor always takes him aside and warmly embraces him afterwards. Lance can’t himself from sobbing into his chest.

“Don’t worry, Lance“ the Galra prince whispers

“Even if the whole universe thinks you’re an atrocity, I will always except your deformed figure as it is.“

Imagine Lotor coming to visit him after every surgery, when he’s most vulnerable both physically and mentally. Imagine Lotor reminding him how it’s Keith’s fault that he’s trapped in this grotesque body. “I wonder what else he’s ruined for you“ He muses demurely, as he touches one of the bandages. Lance thinks back to his time at the garrision, where he was constantly reminded that he got Keith’s sloppy seconds. He thinks of how Shiro, his idol trusted Keith more with the power of leading Voltron than himself. He thinks of Allura, the most beautiful woman in the universe, snuggling up with Keith in the red lion Suddenly, he can see them, plain as day. At this point, he’s not sure if it’s all in his head or not. But they’re kissing. And it makes his heart…or whatever alien apendage is currently in his chest cavity pumping his blood feel like withering. And it shouldn’t be feeling like that. Not right after it got a new transplant. When he finally gets over the waves of nausea, he realizes that they’re talking. When he strains his ears, they’re laughing. And then he whimpers. Because they’re laughing at him

“Can you believe that that pathetic excuse for a Paladdin, ever thought I would love him“ Chortles Allura

“Especially when someone like me is around?“ Adds Keith, who is bent over from laughing so hard.

“I didn’t even want him when the most disgusting part of his body was his ears!“ Gasps Allura as  she struggles to catch her breath after cackling so much.

“Can you imagine his audacity if he showed up looking like Frankenstein’s monster, trying to flirt with you?“ Guffaws Keith?

“Oh that’s just cold“ comments Lotor, who Lance didn’t even realize was next to him until now.

“Imagine him going “girl you’ve already activated my particle barrier’ in that gargled voice of his, as he tries to keep his arms from falling off!“ Laughs Pidge who, along with Hunk suddenly materialized out of nowhere.

“SHUT UP SHUT UP!“ Shrieks Lance as he rushes at them-only to appear in the hospital again, alone. He grits his teeth. It’s their fault that he’s like this. It’s their fault that he was forced to become this sickening artifucial hybrid on a mission he never even wanted to go on. It’s their fault he’ll never be able to look his family in the eye, again. He vows never to rest until he has his revenge. Let’s see how much they’re laughing when their organs are transplanted into his own body. Let’s see how funny it is, when they’re forced to become a part of the second-class cargo pilot who could store the amount of information in his brain in a paper airplane.

How about a Hannigram fic where Will realizes Hannibal’s secret, and is deep enough into their friendship that he can’t stomach turning Hannibal in to the FBI, but can’t go on pretending like it’s all okay, either.

So, he hauls ass out of the state without warning, leaving only a generous fund (most of his savings) for his dogs’ care, and a short note saying ‘Don’t Look For Me’ for his co-workers.

He and his inner-demons settle into a inconspicuous little town to regret every life choice- ever. (To include allowing a cannibal to keep cannibalizing)(Second only to leaving his pup-pups).


While trying to live under the radar and avoid other sentient beings altogether, Will stumbles across a local illegal conspiracy involving all major officials in his new town (mayor, police, lawyer, etc) (such as maybe human tracking or a murder/organ harvesting ring) that sends Will on an unavoidable path of killing them all to save himself and many others lives.

Which he does with reluctance that quickly shifts into a One-Night-Bloodbath-Killing-Spree where he needs to channel every killer that ever crawled into his head (including Hannibal) to survive until the morning.

At which time, he is arrested for the horrific and alarming nature of his killings and mutilations (because even self-defense has limits and, WOOHOO SON, you crossed them when you BBQ’d the town Judge’s kidneys and ate them with a side of corn-on-the-cob).

And his real identity is revealed upon that arrest.

And his VERY CONCERNED former psychiatrist is allowed a visit in the interim before his court date.

And Hannibal is ecstatic happy pleased because Will couldn’t outrun his fate in the end.

And Hannibal arranges Will’s escape.

(And they collect all of Will’s puppers.)

And they run away to finally live their Happy Ending.


#hannibal #waiting for season four #but until then