and saline water

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Deep in the Mexican jungle, lies an underwater cave called the Angelita Cenote. The pool is 200 feet deep and even contains a separate river that runs along the bottom on the underwater cave. This is due to the different levels of salinity in the water, causing denser water to sink to the bottom.

anonymous asked:

P.S. Maggie is the person who drinks like a gallon of water a day and Alex is the person who forgets to drink a glass of water for like three days. Maggie's lesson on being hydrated turns into a water fight in the kitchen feat. very gay pjs.

It’s not the first time this week that Alex has come home with a raging headache.

“I’m fine,” she insists, like she insists every other time.

She still chooses wine with dinner. She doesn’t have a glass of water alongside it. She doesn’t take a glass of water to her bedside.

Maggie tilts her head and sighs.

“Danvers,” she asks as Alex lays out on the couch, irritably watching nothing at all on TV, squinting like if she tries hard enough, she could force her headache away.

“Mm?”

“When was the last time you drank water?”

“Huh?” Alex shifts on the couch to look at Maggie like she just asked what color the sky is. “Uh… I… I drink water!” she sits up. “I do!”

Maggie nods, fighting down her smile as she strides to the couch, picking up Alex’s legs and putting them back down on her lap as she sits. “Uh huh. When?”

“When I…” Alex thinks and Maggie tries not to laugh at her adorable, headstrong DEO agent.

“When someone shoves water into your hands, right?”

Alex scowls. “You saying these headaches are my fault?”

Maggie shakes her head. “I’m saying water is your friend, Danvers. I mean come on, you love the ocean, right?”

“The saline content of ocean water wouldn’t – “

Maggie groans as she gets back up. Alex whines at the sudden loss of pillow for her legs as Maggie strolls into the kitchen. “Not my point, Danvers. My point is, we need to get you hydrating yourself more consistently.”

“It’s annoying,” Alex whines petulantly, and Maggie relishes the way that Alex doesn’t want anyone at work to know she’s capable of crying, but she feels safe enough, loved enough, cherished enough, to whine like a child at the prospect of drinking a glass of water, at home with her fiancee.

Maggie swallows her smile and turns to face Alex, glass of water in hand, eyes suddenly made only for the bedroom.

“I’m sure I can find a way to make it the opposite of annoying, Danvers,” she seduces, and Alex stands and gulps and walks over to Maggie like she’s hypnotized. 

“Can you?” she asks, her throat suddenly dry in a way that has nothing to do with her lack of hydration.

“Come find out,” Maggie walks backward toward their bedroom, never taking her eyes off Alex’s face. 

Alex stumbles as she crosses the kitchen, and Maggie sloshes water on herself as she lurches forward to make sure Alex doesn’t hurt herself.

“You’re wearing my water, Sawyer,” Alex observes with a grin. 

Maggie doesn’t miss a beat. She presses the half-full glass into Alex’s hands and strips her damp sleeping henley off and tosses it on the floor. 

“Now your water has nowhere to go but your mouth,” she grins smugly, victoriously, satisfied with her foolproof plan.

“Is that so?” Alex counters, and before Maggie can move, she dumps the rest of the glass on her hair.

Maggie shrieks and giggles and squirms and runs to the sink, grabbing her own glass.

“No no no, not my Flash pajamas,” Alex backs up, looking down at her red onesie that she would rather murder Barry Allen than admit that she owned.

“Better off than on,” Maggie grins, but she doesn’t continue until she knows Alex is consenting. When Alex leans over to counter to spray water from the sink onto Maggie, though, she knows the fight is on, and anything and everything is fair game.

Maggie shrieks again and Alex giggles maniacally, another secret she would kill to protect.

And Maggie will protect it – the fact that Alex Danvers is capable of giggling like this – but she can’t say the same for Alex’s Flash pjs.

Because in a moment, they’re as wet as Maggie’s hair, as cold as the water from the tap.

“Now I’m colddd,” Alex pouts – another secret Maggie will protect with her life – and Alex takes advantage of Maggie’s moment of sympathy to spray her with another blast from the sink.

“Cheating!” Maggie yelps. “No pouting allowed, Danvers!”

“Oh, I think everything’s allowed, Sawyer,” Alex winks, and they’re both drenched – along with the kitchen floor, counter tops, the back of the couch, and most of the cabinets – and breathless within minutes.

Alex swears she won the water war, but she concedes to drink two entire glasses, which, sure enough, clear up her headache, though she’s loathe to admit it.

They don’t bother drying the apartment – it can wait until morning – but they take their sweet time drying each other’s now naked bodies with the softest towels they have and the softest touches they can give.

They fall asleep still reliving their antics, still laughing lightly in each other’s arms, their limbs entwined and their heart beats thrumming together.

When there’s a loud slip and crash in their kitchen the next morning, neither of them are alarmed, but both of them are very apologetic.

“Sorry Kara!”

“Blame your sister, Kid Danvers!”

They try to talk their way around explaining why the apartment is soaked, and they utterly fail.

Kara smiles anyway, because Alex might think it’s a secret that she giggles and pouts and whines and wears Flash onesies, but she knows her sister.

And Rao, does she love how happy she is.

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The Federal Correctional Institution, Waseca (FCI Waseca) is a minimum security federal prison for women, located in the small town of Waseca, Minnesota. The facility opened in 1995 as a penitentiary for men on a former University of Minnesota campus, and was converted to a women’s prison in 2008. Roughly 960 inmates are housed together in a dormitory-style setting, and range in age from 18-71. Most inmates are doing time for drug-related offenses, but the facility also houses inmates who were convicted of serious federal crimes. In 2014, FCI Waseca built a full-scale beauty salon for inmates, complete with styling chairs, dryer chairs, mani/pedi stations and a shampoo station. The construction of the beauty salon (which cost about $30k) caused a bit of controversy amongst Waseca city officials and Corrections Officers unions, but it was later revealed that the salon was part of a larger effort to introduce an accredited cosmetology program for inmates, which provided them with employment opportunities after their release.

Notable inmates at FCI Waseca have included:

Catherine Greig - The longtime girlfriend of Whitey Bulger, former boss of the Winter Hill gang in Boston, who was a fugitive from justice for 16 years. Greig lived with and protected Bulger during his years on the run, until his capture in 2011. Greig was sentenced to eight years in federal prison for harboring a fugitive and identity fraud. She was later charged with contempt for refusing to testify before a grand jury about who had protected or assisted Bulger during his years on the run, and was given an additional year’s worth of confinement. She is due to be released in late 2020, when she will be almost 70 years old.

Shelley Shannon - In 1993, Shannon shot Dr. George Tiller outside his clinic in Wichita, Kansas. Tiller’s clinic was one of three nationwide which provided late-term abortions, and was frequently the subject of protesting, picketing, vandalism and firebombing by extremist abortion groups. Tiller survived Shannon’s attack, but was shot to death in 2009 by Scott Roeder. During her years in state prison, Shannon joined the “Army of God”, a violent extremist group that commits acts of violence against abortion providers. Two years after beginning her sentence in state prison, Shannon was indicted and pled guilty for 30 counts of arson and butyric acid attacks on abortion clinics in Oregon, California and Nevada. She was sentenced to 20 years in federal prison, to be served after completing her state prison sentence for the assault on Dr. Tiller. She is expected to be released in November of 2018.

Kristen Parker - A former surgical tech at Rose medical center in Denver, Parker was sentenced to 30 years for stealing liquid painkillers from patients, injecting herself with the drugs and refilling the syringes with water or saline. The patients from whom she stole the drugs woke up from surgery in immense pain, and 18 of them are confirmed to have contracted Hepatitis C from the dirty needles. Eight additional patients are suspected to have contracted the disease from Parker. The judge assigned to her case tossed out a plea bargain that would have sentenced her to 20 years in prison, and remarked that “She didn’t quit; she got caught.” In court proceedings, when asked why she did it, Parker answered “I won’t sugarcoat it. I was a drug addict.”

The History of Honey as Medicine

By Dawn Combs

I’m still inspired when someone comes up to our farmers market booth and asks if there is any truth in the idea that honey is a health food. For me, a beekeeper and honey enthusiast for 10 years, it’s difficult to imagine that people in the U.S. still think of honey as just a sweetener. Honey’s many medicinal benefits have been employed throughout recorded history, and today we know more than ever about its scientifically backed healing properties.

History of Honey

In North America, the honeybee we know today was an import, brought with European settlers in the 17th century. Before that, this continent had native bees that did not collect as much honey. American Indians probably collected honey from wild hives, though we don’t have much in the way of historical evidence.

The settlers who brought the bee here clearly understood her value. Yet at some point American culture came to doubt the medicinal quality of honey. Most likely this occurred when Western medicine came to the forefront and cast aspersions on folk healing. We are only now beginning to accept the value of honey as a medicine again with the help of modern medical studies that are returning honey to the hospital for the treatment of diabetic sores and burns, and into medicated bandages for everyday cuts.

Despite our forgetfulness here in the West, the worldwide use of honey as medicine has continued uninterrupted since ancient times. In Egypt, honey figured prominently in the maintenance of life and preparations for death. In ancient Greece, Hippocrates used it as a base for most of his formulations, a practice continued in the works of the medical greats such as Galen and Dioscorides. We have more than 4,000 years of recorded use of honey as medicine from the ancient world to the present. It has even been successfully used as battlefield medicine from the time of The Iliad to as recently as World War I.

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anonymous asked:

RFA reacting to an MC with a really bad toothache. What would they do. Bonus if MC is scared of the dentist too.

So i am literally in love with a Chrome extension where it plays real-time Animal Crossing music.. The 9am theme is an old favourite of mine.

[Zen]

  • When he walked in after work and noticed you with a pack of ice by your mouth, he wondered if someone had hurt you.
  • “What’s wrong, my princess?”
  • And when you said it was a toothache, he felt a little relieved that he didn’t have to punch anyone in the face.
  • He immediately asked if you needed to go to the dentist, and when tears came to your eyes he presumed you were scared and instead looked up some common remedies.
  • “Apparently tea helps. Should we go and buy some peppermint tea?”
  • You bounce up and depart to the supermarket with him. Shoving boxes upon boxes of peppermint tea into the trolley, he pays and the two of you go home and make some tea for each other.
  • “Just try a sip…” You and Zen were sat down on the sofa, trapped in blankets and clutching tea in large mugs.
  • “Bleh! It tastes horrible…” You pout.
  • “Hold on,” Zen releases himself from the grasp the blankets had over him and brought in a bucket, “As long as you swill it around in your mouth, you can spit out the tea into here.”
  • Occasionally while watching a movie, he would ask to check your mouth to see if there was any improvement.
  • And the next day, he forced you to stay in bed.
  • Since you got better, though, there’s around 7 boxes of peppermint tea that you haven’t opened.
  • So the two of you gave them to Jumin.

[Jumin Han]

  • “MC… Why do you have a black tea bag against your mouth?”
  • When you explain your toothache, without thinking he immediately books an appointment to the dentist.
  • And when he tells you, you start to shake a little.
  • “What’s the matter?”
  • “I don’t r-really like the d-dentist…”
  • “In what way?”
  • “The needles and drills,” You explain, “They scare me. I used to have braces and now I j-just don’t like going…”
  • He opens up his laptop.
  • “What are you doing?” You ask quietly.
  • “Cancelling the appointment,” When done, he closes the laptop and moves over to embrace you, “I don’t want you being scared. Instead I’ll just book an expert to come over and briefly examine you. They’ll say the next steps, okay?”
  • The expert comes over, and upon looking at the inside of your mouth said that you just have a series of ulcers on your gum that come down near to your teeth.
  • “Just use a saline rinse once every couple of hours, and you should start to notice that your ulcers die down and your toothache disappears.”
  • “Saline?” Jumin butts in.
  • “It’s just around 2 teaspoons of salt with normal tap water.”
  • When the expert leaves, Jumin turns to you,
  • “See, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.”

[Jaehee Kang]

  • She notices that over the course of the day, you’re chewing a lot of gum, and asks you near the night what’s wrong.
  • “Oh, my teeth have been aching today, and someone said for me to chew a lot of gum so my teeth are being used a lot more.”
  • “Haven’t you thought of going to the dentist?”
  • “I don’t want to.” You say bluntly and quickly.
  • “Why not?”
  • “I guess you could say I have dental phobia…”
  • “And you haven’t thought of trying to overcome it?”
  • You shake your head.
  • She departs, and then returns with an appointment for the dentists, that has tomorrow’s date on it, as well as an email from Jumin saying that she could have the day off tomorrow.
  • “I’ll go with you.”
  • She noticed that in the waiting room you started to shake, and so she held your hand to try and calm your emotions.
  • When your name was called, you stood up quickly and looked at Jaehee. Taking a deep breath, you walk into the room.
  • You lie in the chair, Jaehee beside you still holding your hand, and the dentist quickly inspects your mouth.
  • “You have a build up of bacteria in your mouth,” The dentist tells you, “So just take a lot of mouthwash throughout the day and your toothache should stop eventually.”
  • In the car, Jaehee places her hand on your leg and looks into your eyes.
  • “I’m proud of you! You did well~!”

[Yoosung]

  • “I don’t want to go!” You sit down at the dining table, wiping your tears and throwing a hissy fit as Yoosung takes the chair opposite and moves it over.
  • “I get it, but if you don’t go to the dentists your toothache will never go.” He responds.
  • You shake your head, “I can just research it. It’s no big deal, it just hurts.”
  • He sighs, giving up, and lets you do as you wish.
  • The next day he asks how you’re doing, and the next day, and the next day.
  • And when you keep saying that there is no improvement he reluctantly books an appointment for you.
  • “But Yoosung..!”
  • “Look, I don’t want you being scared but I’m not having you die of a toothache.”
  • He takes you to the dentists and you start to shake an awful lot.
  • “Shh it’s okay, you’ll be fine.”
  • “But what if they say I need surgery?”
  • “If they do, they’ll put you under anaesthetic for it. You wouldn’t feel a thing…”
  • Turns out you didn’t need surgery, and that you just needed ice on it.
  • It was like a sports injury at school.
  • They gave you an ice pack and sent you on your way.
  • And you felt a little more confident about the dentists now.
  • But Yoosung was still sleeping on the sofa that night.

[707]

  • “MC… You’re walking around with a lemon over your mouth…” Seven peers his head around to see you walking to the fridge and getting out yet another lemon.
  • “My mouth hurtsssss” You frown.
  • “Well why aren’t you trying to.. i don’t know… get a dentist???”
  • “I don’t want to, I don’t like them.”
  • “Okay.” He turns back around.
  • “Why aren’t you telling me to make an appointment?” You take his head into your hands, clasping his cheeks.
  • “Because you don’t want to go.” He shrugs and smiles.
  • To be honest you thought he would have forced an appointment on you, but his seemingly carefree attitude makes you a little bit happy.
  • You know that he would rather you have an appointment, but he knows that it would be for the best.
  • So when he lies down with you in the evening, he takes out a plate full of lemons and starts squeezing some of the juice into your mouth.
  • And he also did his research, as he made some saline water for you to have throughout the night.
  • “Why didn’t you book an appointment for me? I thought you would…” You ask after a while.
  • “I wanted to give you lemon-aid..” He replies.
  • It takes you a second to understand the pun, but once you do you slap his arm.
  • “Don’t become sour now…”
Reality   By: Y. Black

New tale I’m sharing as a sample let me know what you think.



I swear on everything, how many times do I need to put my information in, just to confirm I want to do this trip? I’ve only saved the last 3 and a half years. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Ever since the first time I watched the infomercial that highlighted the perks and destinations that this incredible voyage would venture and offer. I was ready for this journey right now, but confirming my info and payment with my retina, I still had 18 months to pack.

As soon as the payment was confirmed, my inbox chimed and I accessed the confirmation number that was promised to me. I clicked the new message titled Moonlight Mariner. I spun my chair around and gazed upon the hologram that was centered in the room. My excitement was overflowing as I watched the translucent picture come to life before my eyes.

“Hello Justice Cooper, I am Cynthia. I will be your personal host as we prepare to embark on your amazing journey aboard the Moonlight Mariner. First, I would like to thank you for choosing Moonlight. We specialize in making your travel dreams a reality. Based on the questionnaire that you filled out, as well as a quick scan of your interest in your histories, in addition to your frequent spending habits; I was able to comprise a catalogue of several excursions that I am sure you will love.”

“Wow.” I was completely elated.

“Wow, indeed Mr. Cooper. Or do you prefer Justice?

“Oh, ummm… well Justice is fine, I suppose.” I was astounded, I mean I had heard about interactive holograms, but never had I encountered one. I was utterly in awe, to say the least. “Your name is Crystal correct?”

“No sir, my name is Cynthia.”

“Apologies, I’m not very good with names.”

“No worries Justice, I am sure we will become well acquainted over the next several months.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant, but she had piqued my interest considerably. At this point, my excitement was palpable. I mean I knew what I had signed up for but I never imagined I would have my own personal hologram delivered right here in my very own living quarters. Desmond wouldn’t believe me if I told him. Hell, he’d probably shun me. He thought I was completely crazy for even wanting to take the voyage. But guess who gave zero fucks about what Desmond thought of my desire to take the trip? That’s right, Me. I wasn’t going to share my experience with him, and the last thing I needed was a Debbie Downer trying to rain on my parade.

Cynthia downloaded a countdown/preparation calendar into my pod, that she posted on the wall just outside the kitchen. Our interaction left a gigantic smile on my face, a bit of uncertainty in my stomach, and a million questions I wasn’t sure I could or was even ready to ask. Being a realist with optimistic ways and an expert dreamer, I just let the blocks land as they may.

That night I kept having thoughts of this Cynthia character. Was she a real person? How did she get that job if she was? Would I actually get to meet her in person? I wonder if she will be onboard the journey?  My thoughts gradually became more unfiltered and unhinged. After pondering for what felt like hours, I decided to turn in before I questioned myself into an aneurism.

Upon entry of my sleep chamber I was presented with several dream options.

Desmond bullying in childhood

Mom’s funeral

Revenge on Desmond

The Moonlight Mariner

Cynthia

I wanted to choose the Moonlight but curiosity was said to kill the most curious of cats and Cynthia had more than stirred the interest within me. I donned my breathing mask and was out before my eyelids had a chance to properly shut. My mind was a very vivid place, so it only heightened with my chamber’s direction. Contrarily, Desmond still slept the traditional way. He wasn’t a dreamer like I was. He and I shared DNA, but that was about as much as we had in common. But he was my brother and though we rarely saw eye to eye, he was all I had, and I loved him for it.

“Justice?”

I stood at the foyer of my pod complex. I had just exited my Uber Xtreme and as it whisked away my gaze summoned at the sound of my name. There she stood. She had a shimmering caramel skin tone, and dark locks that fell just below her shoulders. Her eyes shined like the fullest moon on the dimmest night. She was dressed in active wear as though she had just returned from working out at the gym. Everything in my immediate vicinity became still, virtually lifeless. I could feel my cheeks give way to a fleeting smile of adoration. As she drew nearer I extended my hand but was knocked for six as she leapt into my arms.

“Justice, I’ve missed you so.”, she said as she nestled into my neck. The familiarity she exuded was one I couldn’t quite put my finger on, she continued, “I knew you were going to be gone but those extra two days really did a number on me. Were you able to accomplish everything that you needed?”

“Yes, I was.  Desmond needed my help with the farm. It also gave me some much needed time with my niece and nephews.” I went back home about three times a year. I had been in Upper Miami for almost a decade now. I left there not much longer after I had graduated. Desmond was a traditionalist like I mentioned. He took after Pops in that regard. Mom was the one who had dared me to dream and be great. He despised the wave of new. But I often joked about his beach farm in Orlando. Global warming had the real Miami disappear well over two centuries ago. There were modern day Atlantis like cities that littered the globe these days. If you should ever have the time you should visit, they are amazing. Upper Miami was created along with many other Upper’s to combat the inevitable rising tides of the world’s oceans. It was located 6 miles above the earth’s crust. It was quite a genius idea at the time it was created. It provided relief to humanities most imminent threats outside of the Ice Age. Most times I used the Upper Community Transit, or UTC to get back and forth to the farm.  Well, UTC to the crust, then four hours on a vessel then another hour by electric motor vehicle. In total the trip was about 8 and half hours.

“I’m sure they missed you so much.”

“As I have missed them. They are growing so fast these days.” I was ready to have kids of my own but my dating life had been a recurring epic failure. Desmond often tried to make my dating life a topic of discussion. He never was open enough to explore how I had and frankly, I had no desire to try and enlighten him. “What did you miss of me?” I probed Cynthia. More for myself and information as to our interaction rather than truly wanting to know. It was as if I was trying to piece together an unsolved mystery at this point.  

“Well Mr. Cooper, I missed seeing your smile, and waking you up in the morning, in the special way you like” She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips while gaving me a sassy smirk. As we made eye contact, I felt my groin tighten. She continued, “I missed asking how your day was and inviting you over for dinner.” I was beginning to get a picture of what this was. “You know, you are my favorite human right?”

I was thrown a bit. I was almost certain Cynthia was the real thing. Yet she was a droid. I guess it only made sense as she was too perfect. From her glamourous looks that allured me, to the way she knew my comforts. Never had a soul come close to that nor had they ever shown this much interest in me. “Well Cynthia, you are my favorite too.” I kissed her on the check and my dream concluded.

I woke up refreshed as I always did but I was filled with many questions that pleaded for answers. I knew that I’d be plagued for hours on end. The most pressing of those questions was whether she was like me or if she was truly a droid. As I worked that day, I couldn’t help but wonder who was who at Horizons Water facility. In an effort to smooth integration, the company had within the last year hired 150 new employees, but hadn’t stated if the new employees were droid or humanoid. I kept my distance though, as I’d recently been disappointed by a droid, to say the least.

At Horizon, I worked in the lab. It was here where I would test the Ph and salinity content of water extracted from the clouds below. I only associated with a handful of people who were tenured at this point. Phil and I had grown close as we had gone through orientation together, and here it was, five years in and counting. He worked on the other side of the plant where he did purification of the samples extracted.  Resources have become an even hotter commodity and new ways to produce more with less have been the latest trend. Being somewhat on the cutting edge suited me well. I was always conscious of my footprint, even as a youngin’ I was keen on recycling. Even more so, how I could help with the issues that the plagued the world.

Albeit all my pushing Cynthia to the back burner did nothing, she consumed every vacant moment that my mind had. My commute was consumed of her prancing through the innards of my mind. The Uber ride home was monotonous as my chamber had an uncanny ability to tie my dreams into my reality. That being said, part of me was anxious. Having that blurred line of recalling her presence upon my arrival, I couldn’t help but pause. It was almost as if I was waiting to hear my name called in the lovely tone that only her melodic voice could hum.

Sweet Treats

Relationship: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 1360

Requested by Nonnie-  Hi hi!! 😊 Can I request a fic where Frank’s female is baking a whole bunch of stuff(cookies, brownies, etc.) and she makes him the taste tester but is secretly trying to find out what he likes??

AN: I didn’t feel like writing smut in the end. I wrote the last part watching a stupid zombie movie. Inspiration comes to you from the strangest things. Thanks for reading and enjoy!


Frank smelled something sweet in the air when he walked into the cruddy apartment and knows that you are up to something. The apartment never smells like this, like an actual home but more like an in between place.

He grunts when he moves his weapons off from his shoulder. The shirt he is wearing shifts uncomfortably against a cut on his back. Frank can’t remember being cut there but he just brushes it off, you’ll help patch him up.

“Sweetheart?” he calls out. He was unsure the first time he called you the term of endearment, he wasn’t sure if it was crossing a line for you. You had smiled shyly at him and kissed his cheek softly. Now, it was just second nature for him.

“Hey, Frank. How’d it go?” you ask. The timer on the microwave went off with a shrill beep that made you flinch.

“Not good,” he pauses to sit down on the lumpy couch in the middle of the living room. “What’re you doin’ in there?”

You glance over to him as you pull on an oven mitt, “Nothing much. You need stitches?”

“Yeah.”

He watches you carefully. Whatever it is that you’re pulling out of the kitchen has something to do with the smell floating around. He smiles at you, seeing you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear and smelling whatever you had just pulled out.

“You strip and I’ll get the first aid kit.”

He listens to you push the items in your drawer around, looking for the first aid kit. Frank is slow to peel off the black shirt. It hurts his shoulders and his torso screams in pain as he raises his arms above his head. That jackass must’ve gotten him good.

The first aid kit is compiled of everything you could get your hands on at the drug store. It’s been hard to explain why you need all those bandages to the salesperson. You hate this part. It’s a reminder that if Frank isn’t careful enough, he could end up in the morgue, and that scares you more than any criminal on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen.

You have him sit up straight to make it easier for you to find each wound. It’s not bad tonight, mostly bruises but you find a nasty cut right below his shoulder blade. Your snapping the gloves on and sigh.

“You gotta be more careful,” you dig in the box for the saline water and a pad. He only grunts in response. You’re cautious when you start to clean the cut, you don’t want him in anymore pain but he has his fists and jaw clenched. He’s trying not to show the fact that it stings but you can see right through it.

“How’s your day?”

“I was alright, nothing to exciting. Linda is driving me crazy with her terrible organization skills. I made cookies.”

“Did you now?” he almost laughs at the fact that he couldn’t identify the smell as a baked good. “What kind?”

“Chocolate chip.”

You place the saline back in the kit and the pad on the armrest. This is where you have room for improvement, stitches. You can thread the needle and sew holes in your clothes just fine but at the prospect of doing that to Frank, your hands begin to shake but it’s gotten easier.

You keep your breathing even as you begin.

He’s gotten used to it to the point where the needle piercing his skin doesn’t even bring pain, just a slight discomfort. His mind goes to the idea of dinner. He could use something to eat that isn’t take out.

“Done!” you said. You were happy with the stitches and didn’t mess up once. A new record. “Do you want a cookie?”

He gives you a vague shrug which you take as a yes. You kiss him softly on the shoulder. His lips twitch at the contact, almost forming a smile.


He’s noticed that you’ve been baking more often, almost twice every day. You called him your official taste tester but he sensed that there was something else behind it and he couldn’t place what it was. But he indulged you, he ate everything you made.

It tired you out and even the idea of breakfast couldn’t wake you up, so he left you in the bed cuddling against a pillow with messy hair. It had taken forever to get free from your grip on him and

He was standing over a pan of brownies which were almost gone and he was starting to regret eating that many; he couldn’t remember how many he ate but it was a lot.

Chocolate from the brownies stained his fingers and looked so tempting. He would have to go to the gym later but he deserved this treat.

It was a casual movement as he began licking his fingers clean and reading one of the baking magazines you had bought and was currently covered with sticky notes. They had notes on his reaction of trying the recipes. He smirked as he understood what you were doing.

His free hand went to feel the indents your writing made on the page and read your tiny notes. It was endearing that you had watched every little twitch and movement just to find out what he had liked. Frank continued to thumb through the sticky pages from different mixtures for each recipe.

“G’morning,” you said with tiredness still laced in your voice.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, whatcha up to?”

He feels you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his thick waist. You think to yourself about how built he is, like a brick house that could crush you under his weight and you wouldn’t really mind that.

“Found your notes.”

Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment of being caught doing something so silly. To hide from his gaze, you buried your face on his back, “Just wanted to see what you liked.”

He can’t help the smile that graces his lips. It’s such a sweet thought that somebody would do this for him; he honest to god can’t remember the last time anybody has gone through this much trouble to do something so, well, he can’t find the word for it. Caring? Domestic? He doesn’t know but he still finds that it makes him feel so light and loved.

“I liked the brownies and the sugar cookies the most,” he says in a quiet voice.

“I can see that. You damn near ate the entire pan. I didn’t even get to try them.”

Frank chuckles and moves himself to face you. His fingers raise your chin up so he can look you in the eyes and it’s like home.

It’s comfortable to just look at the man who has been beaten and broken. He’s your home and you are his. His knuckles graze softly across your cheek, making your eyes flicker shut.

Frank can’t understand how the hands that have carried weapons of all kinds and killed multiple people, hands of death and ruin, can still be used to give you this kind of soft affection, make you feel comfort and safety. He doesn’t want to think about it because your eyes open again and you are smiling at him, it fills him with hope when he sees it.

“Give me your hand,” you say. It isn’t a command but a suggestion. You examine his large hands in your own and smile. “You’ve got chocolate all over your fingers.”

He can only nod as his voice is stuck in a lump in his throat. Frank can see your tired eyes alight with a gleam that he had gotten used to. Oh yes, he had seen it more than once and how he enjoyed it. He couldn’t say that he didn’t like where this was going.

This wasn’t really your intention, you were too tired to even think about that but here you were, lifting up Franks hand and slowly licking away the chocolate that coated his fingers. He was right though; the brownies were the best. The chocolate was a testament to that.

I Forgive You

I was thinking that I might not put this up considering that I don’t consider it that good, but might as well. Excuse me, the story might not be as good or eloquent considering where I am it’s rather early in the morning, but I wanted to get something out between today and three days time, so here we are. On a side note, I might end up redoing this and reposting it later on. It feels incomplete.

Summary: Roman messed up. Logan ends up in tears and all the prince can do it apologize. (Basically, Roman did something bad, made Logan cry and then had to comfort Logan himself.)

Word count: 635

Pairing: Logince (Logan/Roman)


Tears beaded at the edges of his eyes, threatening to fall as he pushed down the emotions, pushed down the pain, the anger, the hurt. Arms wrapped around his waist as he rubbed at his eyes furiously. Brow drawn taunt as sweet nothings and apologies were whispered into his neck. Soft fingers caressed his stomach as the dam broke and salty droplets ran down his face.

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ELI5: Is letting wounds 'breathe' a thing, if so, what purpose does it serve?

I’m a nurse and have taken a number of courses on wound dressing and healing. Here’s what I can quickly write out for you.

The goal of wound care is moist wound healing. If wounds are draining plenty of blood/pus/serous drainage and it isn’t being removed from the wound by an absorbent dressing, the tissue can become macerated and will appear white. It’s too wet, the tissue is swollen with water. This is bad for wound healing. This is maybe where people got the idea of letting a wound “breathe” to dry up some of the excess moisture.

However, letting it dry out completely is not ideal either.

Natural healing involves developing a scab, a dry cover for the wound. However, if the wound were instead moist (not wet), you would have faster migration of immune cells, new cells, growth factors, etc. as they can move through a moist environment easier. This is what topicals like polysporin (besides the Abx) help to achieve. Petroleum products will moisturize without macerating.

And the other question everyone asks: should I use peroxide to clean it? no. maybe. Here’s the thing. You can clean a wound very well with water or saline (although who has saline at home). Many wounds wash themselves out by bleeding! Peroxide will kill bacteria, but it also hurts exposed skin cells/other tissue, and that can slow healing. The surface of your skin is mostly keratin and peroxide won’t affect intact skin, but when it’s cut, the deeper layers can be affected. Basically, don’t peroxide every wound, but something like a cat bite, go for it.

*edit: I’m aware now of how many people have saline. I pour like half a liter over new wounds, so I’m not sure people have that much contact solution. I have 25/20 vision privilege so am unaware. Yes, you should see a doctor quickly for cat bites. I’ve seen people need strong antibiotics 4x a day to avoid death from cat bites. Go to ER NOW if your wound starts streaking red up your limb. Helpful to outline areas of redness with a pen and the time you marked it to show how it’s progressing.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

The Dead Sea - Israel 

The Dead Sea is a 304m deep salt lake, bordered by Israel, Jordan, and Palestine, and surrounded by the Negev Desert. At 430.5 metres below sea level, the lakes shores are the lowest elevation point on earth. The lake is also one of the saltiest bodies of water on the planet. The high level of saline in the water gives rise to the sea’s name, as no fish or animals can survive in the incredibly salty waters. The salt content has made the Sea famous in other ways: for its healing abilities; and the ability for swimmers to float naturally on the surface.

me: wait, in the spongebob episode ‘tea at the treedome’ spongebob brings flowers for sandy and she puts them in a vase, but that vase is presumably fresh water, and not salt water… wouldnt that be bad for spongebob? 

me: but the flowers are from the ocean- she probably put them in salt water, since she knew that’s what they were used to growing in 

me: but she has a birdbath as well. why would she put salt water in there 

me: saltwater is the type of water that is in greatest supply in her current location, she probably doesnt want to waste a precious resource on a birdbath 

me: but the birds need to drink water too??? sandy seems capable of taking care of her many pets, as seen in the episode “wormy”, she would certainly provide fresh water for them to drink 

me: okay but that means that spongebob would have been drinking fresh water when he absorbs the water in the birdbath and drinks the water in the pitcher, and he is still a saltwater animal 

me: well he clearly doesnt do well with it- it doesnt seem to suitably quench his thirst, which may be not only because of its small quantity, but due to its low salinity 

me: is fresh water really better than no water for a salt water animal? i mean, probably, but i also dont really know enough about fish to say 

me: for that matter, spongebob is a sponge, not a fish. he’s not even a sea sponge, he’s a kitchen sponge, ergo he should be fine with any water 

me: he’s shaped like a kitchen sponge, but his parents are both sea sponges. we see patrick shaving off chunks of his head in the first halloween special, to no detriment to spongebob’s health. perhaps his shape is created by him shaving himself into a square? 

me: that’s not how sea sponges work, i dont think, but again i don’t know enough about them to say for sure- 

me: why are we having this argument? spongebob has been shown multiple times to absorb tears that make him expand beyond his typical size, despite the fact that he should already be completely saturated with salt water. if we are going to be discussing the ways in which spongebob’s universe doesnt hold up to the laws of reality, there are far larger issues to address before we even arrive at the subject of whether or not spongebob can survive in fresh water-

Sixth-Grader’s Science Fair Finding Shocks Ecologists

When 12-year-old Lauren Arrington heard about her sixth-grade science project, she knew she wanted to study lionfish. Growing up in Jupiter, Fla., she saw them in the ocean while snorkeling and fishing with her dad.

Her project showed that the lionfish can survive in nearly fresh water. The results blew away professional ecologists. The invasive species has no predators on the Florida coast, so if they were to migrate upstream in rivers, they could pose a threat to the ecosystem.

“Scientists were doing plenty of tests on them, but they just always assumed they were in the ocean,” Lauren, now 13, tells NPR’s Kelly McEvers. “So I was like, ‘Well, hey guys, what about the river?’ ”

In the beginning, she wanted to conduct her test by placing the lionfish in cages at different points in the river, but she had to simplify the project.

“It was just a small, sixth-grade project, and I really didn’t have all the tools necessary,” she says. Her dad, who has a Ph.D. in fish ecology, suggested that she put the fish in tanks instead.

Lauren then put six different lionfish in six different tanks where she could watch her subjects closely. Lauren was given a strict set of rules by the science fair organizers. The most important one: Her fish could not die.

Lionfish had been found to live in water with salt levels of 20 parts per thousand. But no one knew that they could live in water salinity below that.

One of the six lionfish was her control fish, and the rest were the experimental fish. Every night for eight days, she would lower the salinity 5 parts per thousand in the experimental tanks. On the eighth day of her experiment, she found her experimental fish were living at 6 parts per thousand. She was amazed.

Her research did not stop there. Craig Layman, an ecology professor at North Carolina State University, confirmed Lauren’s results. “He credited a sixth-grader for coming up with his idea,” Lauren says ecstatically. Layman’s findings were published this year in the science journal Environmental Biology of Fishes. Lauren is mentioned in the acknowledgments.

Lauren’s father says he talks about science with her a lot. “We’re a science bunch of dorks in our family,” he tells McEvers.

Beneath the water of Mangroves



“Mangroves are shrubs or small trees that grow in coastal saline or brackish water. The term is also used for tropical coastal vegetation consisting of such species. Mangroves occur worldwide in the tropics and subtropics, mainly between latitudes 25° N and 25° S. In the year 2000, the area of mangroves was 53,190 square miles (137,760 km²), spanning 118 countries and territories.

Mangroves are salt tolerant trees, also called halophytes, and are adapted to life in harsh coastal conditions. They contain a complex salt filtration system and complex root system to cope with salt water immersion and wave action. They are adapted to the low oxygen (anoxic) conditions of waterlogged mud.

The word is used in at least three senses: (1) most broadly to refer to the habitat and entire plant assemblage or mangal, for which the terms mangrove forest biome, mangrove swamp and mangrove forest are also used, (2) to refer to all trees and large shrubs in the mangrove swamp, and (3) narrowly to refer to the mangrove family of plants, the Rhizophoraceae, or even more specifically just to mangrove trees of the genus Rhizophora.

The mangrove biome, or mangal, is a distinct saline woodland or shrubland habitat characterized by depositional coastal environments, where fine sediments (often with high organic content) collect in areas protected from high-energy wave action. The saline conditions tolerated by various mangrove species range from brackish water, through pure seawater (30 to 40 ppt [parts per thousand]), to water concentrated by evaporation to over twice the salinity of ocean seawater (up to 90 ppt).”

 - Wikipedia

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you can’t handle these  lips in   the  rain
is that a challenge?        drenched   light
soaked  pavements    rainbow   puddles
pitter    pattering     keep     me      sane
nutmeg  irises lighten  to desert   honey
you can’t handle these eyes  in the  sun
another  challenge?  saline  holy   water
lilies   hydrangeas   hibiscus     nurtured
by inhale exhales  admit to me i’ve won

The King of Red Lions

I’ve been thinking a lot about Daphnes, the former king of Hyrule who witnesses the catastrophic destruction of his kingdom and is then tasked with saving it in The Wind Waker. Along the way, Daphnes makes some questionable choices, such as manipulating Link into a quest to obtain the power to murder Ganondorf while relegating Tetra to the role of a damsel in distress. Daphnes deliberately places Link in situations of extreme peril while never fully explaining the nature of his actions, and his attitude regarding Tetra is frustratingly condescending. His characterization of Ganondorf as a monster to be disposed of instead of as a person who can be reasoned with is particularly upsetting for a number of reasons.

Nevertheless, I have a great deal of sympathy for Daphnes, who is not a bad person. In fact, it is precisely because he is not a bad person that he has been forced into an impossible situation in which any action he takes will harm someone. While Ganondorf attempts to oppose the gods who doomed Hyrule by sealing it under an ocean of water, Daphnes has no other choice but to bend to the will of these gods, whose wrath he had invoked in order to defend what was precious to him. I’d like to argue that Daphnes is just as trapped in his role as the three Triforce bearers, and that the enormous burden of guilt he carries influences him to make difficult decisions with the intent of minimizing the collateral damage of the divinely sanctioned cycle of apocalypse that characterizes the so-called “Legend of Zelda.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you think that salt really does some kind of pain to the reapers? If yes why and what does the pain feel like? (We see it in the anime when Grell puts UT in salt and when Sebastian makes a tea for Grell with full of salt.)

Salt causes pain. If salt touches open wounds, it hurts. You should try bathing in saline water with a cut or a burn on your finger. Unless you are a masochist, I wouldn’t recommend it.

Grell had a strong swelling in her face after Sebastian had thrown a statue into her face. (screw you, demon scum!) That’s why it hurts when she drinks the salty tea on their picnic session. (of course she keeps drinking it because of the sharp pain of looove~ 😂)

As for Undertaker, I’m not quite sure if salt does anything to Reapers but it apparently dehydrates their bodies from the outside. I only know that due to the cleansing and preservation effect of salt, people in forgotten times thought it could repel disaster and evil spirits.