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Hey, regarding people thinking Kaneki isn’t taking enough action, on top of being totally blindsided by Mutsuki suddenly chopping up his face and throwing him through a glass door (one moment from asking him to come back), this entire scene is happening in seconds- maybe two minutes tops if you include the pauses where Kaneki is totally stunned.

It’s explosive. We get to stop and mull over each little panel to take everything in, but in actuality things are flying all over the place and people are moving before they even hit the ground. 

Almost every panel has sequenced movement and motion blur to show that it’s happening unbearably fast. And every time Kaneki gets a moment to find his bearings, he’s struck out of nowhere again. 

^ps- getting hit full-force in the lower neck could give you a whiplash or a concussion, or at the very least knock the wind out of you. San-chan’s not messing around :X

His former student stabbed him in the face a moment before expressing how happy he was that he was alive, and now some giant mountain of a person is yelling at him about his aunt after smashing him into the pavement and his friend is locked into a high-speed dance battle while it’s raining kagune missiles, knives, glass, and coffee beans. Meanwhile, I’m out of commission for five minutes after stubbing my toe.

Give Kaneki a second to register everything before calling him a baby jeez :’D

anonymous asked:

I have a character who gets shot, in the chest. It does not pierce the heart, it just nicks it, leading to blood filling the pericardium (i probably didn't spell that right) how long would it take for the heart to be too squished to beat? Also if this isn't feasible any suggestion for an alternate wound site? Thank you so much!

Hey there! You’re actually correct: the pericardium can indeed fill with blood after being nicked!

For those unfamiliar with this effect, this is a condition called pericardial tamponade (or cardiac tamponade).  The heart is enclosed in a sac called the pericardium. When fluid – sometimes pus or chyle, but typically blood–builds up in the pericardium, it puts pressure on the heart itself. That pressure eventually overcomes pressures tha the heart is able to generate on its own, and the heart stops being able to get blood out into the circulatory system (and especially over to the lungs for oxygenation).

Here’s a visual, courtesy of  shiekasai.com :

The rate at which blood builds up in the pericardium is dependent on the rate of the bleed.

Note that this is actually more likely if the shot hits not just the pericardium  but the ventricle itself. The ventricle, especially the left, can sustain a GSW and bleed into the sac. You need a source for the bleeding. What you don’t want is for the wound to penetrate into the actual ventricle; you want the muscle wall to be nicked, not completely perforated.

I would give your character some time, but not a huge amount. A pericardial tamponade due to trauma should really be dealt with inside of half an hour, and survival beyond one hour is extremely limited.

So long story short, dearest nonny, your situation is realistic, and it’s a surgical emergency.

This character needs a trauma center, and they need it right now. Someone has to crack open this chest, put in a drain (a pericardial window, basically a flap cut in the pericardium to let it drain), and suture the ventricle shut.

The character can live or die, it’s up to you!

Best of luck with your tale.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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I was an only child. The apple of my parents’ eyes, a princess who could do no wrong. So when my parents told me they had a surprise for my seventh birthday, I was ecstatic and lost sleep thinking about what it could be. A new Lego play set? The doll I’d seen at the toy store? A pony?! The possibilities were endless! When the morning of my birthday arrived, I leapt from my bed and charged full tilt downstairs, where my mother was sitting at the kitchen table with her morning cup of coffee. A quick scan of the room didn’t reveal anything out of the ordinary and immediately my stomach sank with disappointment. I clambered into the chair beside her and leaned forward across the table so that my face was in her’s.

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I was an only child. The apple of my parents’ eyes, a princess who could do no wrong. So when my parents told me they had a surprise for my seventh birthday, I was ecstatic and lost sleep thinking about what it could be. A new Lego play set? The doll I’d seen at the toy store? A pony?! The possibilities were endless! When the morning of my birthday arrived, I leapt from my bed and charged full tilt downstairs, where my mother was sitting at the kitchen table with her morning cup of coffee. A quick scan of the room didn’t reveal anything out of the ordinary and immediately my stomach sank with disappointment. I clambered into the chair beside her and leaned forward across the table so that my face was in her’s,

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“There’s a day, it comes for everybody, regardless of their life style, religion, or mistakes, where they’re attacked by an unknown force. That force is called love. I got attacked by it when I was a little girl. I fell in love with an evil man named Peter Pan. I was very little so most of the time, I didn’t understand the consequences my choices would have-”

“Wait, daddy’s evil?”

You chuckle, kissing your child’s cheek. “Not anymore. Now, do you want me to continue the story or do I stop here?” You gave her a pointed look and she pretends to zip her lips shut, motioning for you to continue. “Alrighty. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I was young and didn’t realize my actions had consequences. And now the real story begins: When I was fourteen, I wished with all my heart for Peter Pan to be real. And one night, a shadow flew into my room. I knew exactly who’s shadow that was and when he gave me his hand… I took it. He took me to an island called Neverland and I was stuck there, in a fourteen year old’s body for fifty more years. And during those years, I met your father, Peter Pan. He refused to let me leave and I spent forty of those years hiding and running from him, ignoring my feelings for him as well.”

A deep laugh bellowed next to you. “I spent forty years trying to find your mother! And during those years, I grew my own feelings for her.” Peter kissed your knuckles and moved a strand of hair behind your ear. “I just didn’t understand what those feelings were. I had never experienced them before.” You laugh and tap his nose. “Let me go on!” He kissed you quickly before nodding. “Continue.” You shake your head before looking at your four year old daughter and your sixteen year old son. “He finally did find me. At the end of the forty years. He kept me in his tent and for five more year all we did was scream and fight at each other until Aunt Tinkerbell and Aunt Tigerlilly smashed our heads together and made us kiss.”
Your daughter had a mortified face. “Ew! You guys kissed?” Peter winks at you and you both lean in for a kiss. Charlotte, your daughter, immediately jumps on you, holding you and sticking her tongue out at Peter. “She’s my mommy. Go kiss Felix!” Felix laughs and walks up to his mother, you. “I don’t wan’t dad to kiss me! Gross!” You lean up and kiss his cheek after kissing Charlotte’s cheek. “Sorry, Peter. They’re all mine!” Peter had a mischievous glint in his eye before pouncing on all of you, tickling you all until you can’t breathe. Story night was always the best.