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Honestly, nurses are hard to love

This is dove-tailing off the post by @polyandthenomials

In a normal relationship, when you get home from work you sit down and tell each other about your day. But when you’re a nurse, most of your stories are either gross or sad. You usually opt for the gross stories because you feel guilty about sharing the sad ones because you don’t want your partner to have to carry that with them. We carry it around all day every day, and we don’t want to burden someone else with it. But if we don’t burden other people with it, that means we keep it to ourselves. And that can make us distant, and tired, and cold. All of those things we aren’t supposed to be because we’re nurses. So sometimes we come to tumblr to share it because we know there are people out there who will understand. And sometimes we get criticized for it. Called bad nurses. Called heartless. So we bottle it up again. And the cycle continues.

But back to why it’s hard to love a nurse. We work long hours that are physically, emotionally, and mentally demanding. We have to be at the top of our game for 12.5 consecutive hours. And some of us do it in the middle of the night. I joke with my fiancé that I pretty much just live in a perpetual state of jet lag. And that means that I rarely have the energy to cook or clean or shop. Throughout our entire relationship, we have been very passionate about keeping things equal. But now that I’ve started work, they’re not equal. He has to shoulder some of it, because I simply can’t.

Aside from that, there’s the normal human response to being exhausted. Sometimes I snap at him when I shouldn’t. Sometimes I’m cranky. Other times it manifests itself as anxiety. Not to mention that my eating schedule is all kinds of messed up, which comes with its own set of “side effects.”

I guess what we’re trying to say is that we recognize that sometimes it takes extra energy to love us. It takes patience. It takes attempting to understand something that you could never really know. It takes understanding that sometimes we can’t tell you about our day. Understanding that I’ve been awake for 24 hours and barely made it home in one piece, and all I want is a shower and my bed.

It’s hard to love us, but we need it. We can take care of ourselves, but we need to know that someone is there to listen to the unspeakable, and to pick up the slack we lay down, and to show us light and laughter and hope outside the four walls of our hospitals. We don’t need to be coddled or let off the hook for our mistakes. We just need a little grace after spending 12 hours knowing any little mistake could mean a life. We need grace.

sometimes i might call myself a dyke because i personally want to reclaim it and feel comfortable enough doing so but if some rando came up to me and was like “hey what’s up, dyke!” i would punch them in the fucking throat.

it’s the same for the q slur. y'all can call yourselves it but if someone irl tried to call me a fucking homophobic slur, i’d probably punch them. and just because someone PERSONALLY reclaims a slur doesn’t suddenly give you the right to freely call them it unless they’ve explicitly said so, either.

nimsona  asked:

Ok so im auddenly sick. So how abput Zen taking care of a sick MC. Like shes generally just weak and a sore throat.

- He wouldn’t let you leave the house, he wouldn’t even let you leave the bed lol
- Drops everything for you even his practices
- buys you soup and blankets
- he’ll feed you if he has to
- he’s super cuddly even though you’re like IM SICK GO AWAY
- Tries to sing you to sleep, because sleep is important but being sick doesn’t make it easy to fall asleep
- if you would get bored he’d have a marathon with you
- and not just any marathon no, a marathon of all the musicals he’s played in
- sometimes he’s enjoying it more than you are lol
- calls Jaehee for advice
- She’d come right over too
- loves how much you depend on him tbfh
- he feels like a superman once you’re better again
- but since he cuddled you while you were sick, it wouldn’t take long before he got sick too
- so you’ll have to return the favor and take care of him lol

I hope this is ok, and that you’ll feel better soon! ❤️✨

I wanted to go to Barcelona since I was young to play with Xavi, Messi, and Iniesta. I watched them play and thought to myself ‘One day, I’d like to be out there with them.’ I love to talk about Andres. He is a phenomenon, a genius, a crack like how we say in Brazil. A superstar. Football should be happy to have someone like him. We’re lucky he wanted to play this game! When the ball reaches Iniesta’s feet, I feel at ease. I think we all have that sensation, that sense of security. Sometimes friends from Brazil call me and they say: ‘This guy must have ice in his veins! He’s never nervous. Ney, get a syringe and stick it in his arms to see!’ He never seems overwhelmed or under pressure. He always has the right solution and he has the technique to ensure that when the ball reaches him, it does so in the right conditions. He always guides me; tells me what I have to do, he helps me take the right decisions. When the game turns difficult, I say to him: 'Andres, come closer to me please.’ The way he plays, that kind of happiness he conveys, the expressiveness of his game, his talent, makes him look like a Brazilian player. An old fashioned footballer, like there used to be, among the best there has been. You watch him play and it looks easy. The way he dribbles, it’s like it happens in slow motion. It looks slow, but it’s happening fast. Fast but slow. Does that make any sense? Slow motion football, but quick, that’s Andres. He loves to play right on the line. Some players get nervous when they find themselves with no space and then they’re hasty and make mistakes. Not Andres. He’s running out of the pitch, the ball is going out of play and there he is, happy as anything, dribbling with such ease and naturalness that he leaves you opened mouth. Andres the player impresses; Andres the person does too, all the more now that he is captain. You can feel his presence when you need him. He doesn’t have to do the things others do to get themselves noticed. It wasn’t easy to share a dressing room with players I admired. When I saw myself in the dressing room with them, I felt as if I was stuck in a computer game. But Andres has help d me a lot since I arrived. I admire him as a player and as a man.
—  Neymar on Andres Iniesta

speaksarcastically  asked:

i saw your "I need more lgbt comedies/romantic comedies" and there's this australian show called Please Like Me?? It's very funny (sometimes in a dark way), the gay person doesn't die at the end, and it's quite realistic! it also has a beautiful photography direction.

I actually binge watched all four seasons of Please Like Me a few months ago! 

It was a great show, very funny and beautifully written (with a very bittersweet ending) I highly recommend it! :) 

lwoorl  asked:

Is there a celebration in which you eat something special? Like for example here (Colombia, Antioquia) for Christmas we eat buñuelo and natilla, buñuelo is a kind of, um, bread? With a crunchy brown exterior and a soft white inside, and natilla is... kind of a brown sweet umm... Thing, I think it can be made with rice??? IDK, Google it. And sometimes we also eat a fried dough called hojuela and a dessert made with rice and milk that most people eat with cheese...

Yeah for loads of occasions. There’s a list of filipino fiesta food somewhere and then there’s the things we eat during Christmas for the noche buena like bibingka and puto bumbong. And also (I don’t know because I’ve never seen it in Manila) but during holy week we usually eat this sweetened purple yam that’s shaped like a fish. It took me years to realise that the fish-shape was connected to Jesus fnfkckdk

anonymous asked:

What's the usual morning routine?

Dazai: A lot of cuddling of course. Until noon!

Oda: Nah. I get up at 6 and take a shower. Then, I sometimes call the kids to make sure that everything is alright. After that, I drink some coffee while reading a good book because that’s a good and relaxing way to start the new day. 

… But sometimes, Dazai messes up my whole schedule because he doesn’t want me to leave the bed but he doesn’t want to get up either, and then, he’s super clingy. If that’s the case, I have to stay in bed with him much longer until I can persuade him to get up (He’s not a morning person like me). I also often make breakfast for the two of us (When I’m alone, I usually don’t eat breakfast). During breakfast, we talk a little bit more, for example about work. Or Dazai tells me something about the day before (Like… How he managed to madden Chuuya again, poor guy). Later, we leave together and sometimes, we visit the kids to check on them. Those mornings can be a little bit stressful, but I have to admit, that it is also a nice way to start the day together.

hey friends!! this is an extension of my last post, which you can find here, where I talked about navigating high school when you have a chronic illness. Since then, I’ve gotten a lot of asks wondering if their health concerns counted as a chronic illness and what accommodations they were entitled to. Instead of answering everyone individually, I made this post so I could hopefully reach more people who need answers. 

Disclaimer: I am not a medical doctor and am not aware of every possible limitation + accommodation. These are just the ones I’m aware of, and are a good place to start.

you will most likely need medical documentation to support your request for any of the following!! especially at public schools!!

in the classroom:

  • an individual learning plan - sometimes called an IEP or ILP
  • a classroom aide
  • the ability to record classes/lectures, either audio only or audio/visual
  • the ability to dictate class work
  • a notetaker, or access to teacher notes
  • double of every textbook - one to leave at school and one to leave at home
  • ability to eat and/or drink in class
  • ability to leave class without permission, or without fear of being forbidden
  • priority access to a seat at the front/back of the class for vision/sensory/hearing/etc issues
  • not having to take gym, or only being required to complete the health component and still be eligible to graduate
  • being excused from art or drama classes that are too physically demanding - these are grad reqs at some schools
  • being excused from classes that may be triggering - eg. a sexual assault unit or domestic violence lesson
  • being excused from hands-on science lab work - due smells, allergies, sensitivity, etc.

for tests/exams:

  • extra time on tests - 25%, 50%, 100%, or something custom to your needs
  • a separate test taking space - quieter or smaller space, a more casual space, a different chair/desk,
  • a test taking aide
  • the ability to dictate certain test components
  • a computer for essay or writing-based tests


  • ability to complete any work on a computer where possible, eg. essays on tests, homework, lecture notes
  • use of a calculator when otherwise prohibited
  • use of spell check when otherwise prohibited
  • an online/digital/pdf version of the textbook
  • permission to use audiobooks instead of physical copies
  • permission to use a digital ebook instead of a physical copy - zoom feature, inverse colours, weight in bag

in the halls/around the campus:

  • ability to use the elevator (many schools limit elevator access + elevators are only accessible with a key)
  • ability to carry medications on your person (this is often not allowed, even for over the counter meds like advil)
  • ability to take longer to travel from class to class
  • priority given for an accessible locker (eg. one that doesn’t require you to bend down)
  • a priority parking space close to the school
  • an extra number of allowed absences - ie. not failing out because you miss too much school
  • permission to take breaks in the nurse’s office when necessary - ie. naps, time to lie down, some silence
  • a different in dress code - ie. more comfortable shoes, leggings to accommodate stomas or sensory issues
  • ability to bring your own lunch - some schools (mostly private schools from my experience) forbid this
  • getting a chair during assemblies, pep rallies, or any school event that requires standing

outside of school (homework):

  • extra time to complete homework, or extra time only for big, culminating assignments (like major essays, projects)
  • reduced work load (every other question, only needing to complete enough for a sample)
  • the ability to dictate homework
  • ability to complete homework assignments on a computer
  • double of every textbook - one to leave at school and one to leave at home

examples (!!!!! as in not inclusive of everything) of conditions that could warrant accommodation

  • a mental illness that has been professionally diagnosed
  • a learning disability that has been professionally diagnosed
  • a sensory processing issue/disorder
  • a history of trauma (eg. sexual assault) that has been professionally evaluated
  • a broken bone - accommodations would definitely be temporary in this case
  • a handicap, eg. being in a wheelchair, having a feeding tube, an amputation
  • having a chronic illness, incl. chronic fatigue, chronic pain, diabetes,
  • having an acute but serious illness/disease, eg. cancer
  • recovering post-surgery
  • pregnancy
  • an extenuating family circumstance, eg. a seriously ill family member who needs your assistance frequently

reminder: asking for accommodation, or having one of the above mentioned health conditions does not make you weak. it does not make you lesser. you are strong and brave and capable and deserving of success. you deserve an education. believe in yourself, ask for help when you need it. i’m always here to talk.

love, soph 


It’s called “being gangster” you should try it sometime

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my brother does this thing where he refuses to call me or my parents by our names and today i snapped at him because i’m sick of it, and now it’s yet another thing i’ve overreacted to, and i’m just a “volatile person” who “gets offended by everything.”

who would’ve thunk that not using/making jokes out of my name is already a sore spot for me as a trans person? or that it bothers me more when i’ve been misgendering myself all day on medical paperwork? shocker, that. but i’m overreacting there too.

“you’re not like this at school i hope.”

noooo i’m not. because people are respectful of my boundaries. they call me by my name. they don’t yell.

i’m really not that difficult to be around (i don’t think). like yeah i need you to be a bit patient with my communication and need for rest, but all i really need/want is a bit of love, kindness, and respect.

americans: fight over soda vs pop

germans: you are like a little baby. watch this 

[list of 57 different yet equally unsettling words for apple core]

i want to talk about the word “jew” for a hot second, because i don’t think gentiles understand why some jewish people don’t like being called that. this year, cnn had a banner that said “Alt-right founder questions if Jews are people.” now, they’ve gotten a lot of backlash for it, and apologized, but here’s the point: the sentence “Are Jews People?” is very different from “Are Jewish people people?” See, in the second sentence, the absolute ridiculousness of the question is even more clear, because of course a jewish person is a person, it’s right in the name. But by calling jewish people “jews,” it allows certain groups to dehumanize us, remove our personhood. I’m not suggesting we get rid of the term “jew” entirely, but the full word is something to keep in mind when using it. 

Drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.

The thing that is getting to me the most about news of Carrie Fisher’s autopsy report is not the results themselves, but the way the media is handling it. Like it’s a Gotcha moment—like somehow we were tricked into thinking she was a better person than she actually was.

And that is profoundly bullshit.

Carrie was open about being an addict. Her opening line from her iconic stand up show (and book by the same name) “Wishful Drinking” was quite literally, “Hi, I’m Carrie Fisher, and I’m an alcoholic.”

She talked at length and in often brutal depth about her problems with substance abuse, her compulsive self destructive tendencies, and her dependencies to both illegal and prescription drugs. She wrote about it in her books, she talked about it on talk shows. She made an entire comedic stand up performance out of it, detailing the lengths she went to in order to try and regain some semblance of safety and normalcy in her life. 

She was brutally honest that every single day was a struggle for sanity after years and years of attempting to self medicate a mental illness that for most of her life was mistaken for feckless lack of self control. 

You know how they way “Religion is the opiate of the masses?” Well I took masses of opiates religiously! -Wishful Drinking

She was bright, and beautiful and bold about it. And she didn’t have to be.

Carrie Fisher didn’t have to stand there and take the shitstorm of criticism people launched at her for decades, let alone turn it into humor. She didn’t. She didn’t owe anyone outwith her immediate family an explanation for her erratic behavior over the years, nor the flack she caught for it. (Think of all the male actors in Hollywood who are in and out of rehab centers so quickly they could harness the revolving doors as a wind turbine. Then tell me the media press about her life and now her death are fair.)

But she did it anyway, because she knew it was important. And she took those bright lights of Hollywood shining down on her like a ruthless, malevolent child holding a magnifying glass under the sun—and she turned that merciless heat and pointed it at things that mattered, often at the expense of herself, opening herself up to ridicule and the severe cruelty of others who lambasted her for everything, ranging from her weight, her mental illness or her audacity to simply grow old.

Is it tragic that her addiction likely cost her her life? Yes, of course it is. Does it invalidate any of her achievements? The strength and vibrancy with which she lived her life and touched the lives of millions around her for the better? 

“I call people sometimes hoping not only that they’ll verify the fact that I’m alive but that they’ll also, however indirectly, convince me that being alive is an appropriate state for me to be in. Because sometimes I don’t think it’s such a bright idea. Is it worth the trouble it takes trying to live life so that someday you get something worthwhile out of it, instead of it almost always taking worthwhile things out of you?” 

-The Princess Diarist

Carrie Fisher mattered, her voice mattered. The things that she said and did, mattered. They still matter. And they are no less true and poignant in the light of these revelations.

Addiction is a disease. It’s a dysfunction of the brain’s reward system which requires constant management and care and often goes hand in hand with other mental health disorders. It is not simply a question of willpower or the perceived lack thereof. And while sobriety is to be praised and encouraged—of course it is, of course it absolutely unquestionably is—you cannot possibly know what may cause a person to slip or to feel like they can’t cope without that crutch. And shame on anyone who says it was therefore deserved. 

Shame and my heartfelt wishes that you never go through the things that can lead to serious addiction. Or that you are ever abandoned, derided and regarded as less than human because of it and your death turned into a smear campaign against your memory for the sake of a sensationalist headline.

Yes. Carrie Fisher was an addict, she had drug dependency problems related to her mental health. There was a time she kept it hidden, but after she made the decision to come out about it, she stuck by that decision and became a champion, for herself and everyone like her who struggles. Because she never wanted anyone to suffer like she did in order to get help. And she did it with as much grace and humility as she could manage—and a whole lot more indignity, immodesty, crass humor and love as well. Because that’s who she was and she cared. 

And that’s a hell of a lot more than can be said for those crowing over her death like it’s just deserts.

Fuck you.

People do not exist to stand up to your demands of a perfect ideal of humanity. You do not get to place that burden on the shoulders of someone then tear them apart when they fall under that weight—famous or otherwise.

Fuck you and your whole pretense at moral piety and the horse you rode in on.

Carrie Fisher was not your unproblematic fave. She was in fact extremely problematic, and no one knew that better than she did. 

“I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell. And while the place that I’ve arrived at in my life may not precisely be everyone’s idea of heaven, I could swear sometimes—if I’m quiet enough—I can hear the angels sing. Either that or I fucked up my medication again.” 

-Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking.

Closet Softie

Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

(On AO3)

The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.

kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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