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Something There (Part 1) ~ Liam Dunbar

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader 

Words: 1,289

Requested?: No 

Warnings: None… I don’t think.

A/N: Ello lovelies! Yes I have changed to a Teen Wolf blog because I just haven’t been adoring Riverdale as much lately and was loosing inspiration for the characters. Hope you like my first Liam imagine! Don’t forget to request!!

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  • Server: I’ll get those appetizers out here right away.
  • Dude: What’s the ETA?
  • Server: About 5 mins.
  • Dude: Oh, no. I meant what’s the estimated tastiness of appetizers?
  • Server: Super tasty, sir.

What Ubisoft thinks gamers sound like:

Fuck I got two tangos in the corner bathroom

Check your fire, ETA 5 minutes

*bunch of other excited dialogue*

How we really sound:

gl;hf

They in basement? Yeah, they’re in basement

Fuck. 

Frost is a bitch

You fucking idiot, don’t Fuze the hostage room

anonymous asked:

Even thought the french interviews may not be one of the major media outlets I think its really important harry has made sure to rectify the misconceptions of the RS article - he clearly says it's his album and its not about a woman. while i get that we hate the larries thinking and are often on the opposite side of the argument, as a fan of spoken word as opposed to print media I think harry making sure to clarify this is really important.

Thanks for the heads up, anon! Although it kind of seems like you’re implying that being opposed to Larrie means people don’t understand how print media can be taken out of context or difficult to interpret, which is not accurate - although it does mean understanding what is a credible source and unlikely to fabricate quotes. 

I also don’t find Harry’s clarification particularly relevant to anything I disagree with Larries about. He clarifies that the album doesn’t “revolve around a woman,” he’s not clarifying that he never had important relationships with women or saying he was never inspired by those relationships. Having seen other quotes from Harry about the album, I had a sense of the album as being very personal and about Harry himself anyway. So I just sort of took the rolling stone quote to mean that there was a relationship with a woman that was important to him while he was working on it, and maybe informed some of it. 

But I do see how it could easily be interpreted to mean “the album mainly is about a woman” and indeed, I agree with you that it’s important not to jump to conclusions and that spoken interviews - especially those where we see the full context - are better sources than written.

Here’s the original quote:

Here’s the new quote (which I only found because i poked at Harry blogs, I don’t think there’s a video so this is still out of context, but it seems fairly clear. Here’s a general summary, apparently this is in response to a question about the RS quote):

The inspiration for an album, and the impact of important relationships on the album, these are all complicated and personal topics so there’s nothing sinister about Harry feeling like he didn’t accurately express himself and wanting to clarify. Harry’s spoken multiple times about liking to keep art open to personal interpretation, so it doesn’t surprise me that he didn’t want people listening to the album with a particular woman in mind already.

ETA: video’s up! (5:40)

My rough translation of the Q: “You said in Rolling Stone that a large part of your album was inspired by a woman. OH?”

Harry: Um… No, I think - honestly, I think the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if i said the album’s about a woman, it kind of… I don’t know. I put a lot of work into it, so I don’t feel like it revolves around a woman. I feel like it’s a lot about me and things that I (*inaudible* [ETA 2: apparently the translator says this is “didn’t say before” ty!!])… Yeah, it’s more about me than about anyone else.

So I think we’ve all learned yet another valuable lesson about accepting what we see in print! I thought the quote as presented on tumblr was reasonably clear, but the full context makes it even more obvious that he was not denying the presence of a woman in his life but just clarifying what he saw as the core of the album.

Got the kid. Kinda annoyed. Ugh… Lol the shit I deal with…

On the road. 82 to i75 to i10 to i95 to Daytona Beach. 5 hr. ETA 3pm est.. maybe 4pm given her hormonal level.. ggrrrrrrrrr…

seriously ladies I don’t know how y'all deal. SMH lmao..

anonymous asked:

*There's a notification in your message box: Amazon Interstellar: multicolor fractal hanging geometric lamps, variety 8-pack. Out for delivery. ETA 5 days. Gifted by: Anonymous.*

“…”

“Sweet.”

Confronting the ICU beast

I met you on Sunday, the first day of my work week. It was early afternoon, my preceptor and I were all caught up with tasks and charting when they called the code overhead. “Code Blue ER ETA 5 minutes.” The charge nurse started to head down to help (they are required to go to all codes in the hospital to help).

“Why don’t you go down with her?” My preceptor suggested. “We’re not doing anything.”

I’m always down for a field trip to break up the day. When we got to the ER the charge nurse assigned everyone a job for the code, she had no job for me and decided that I would be in the way. So I was relegated to the hallway until I was needed.

I was standing across from the ambulance bay doors when you were rolled in on the EMS stretcher. Someone was doing chest compressions as you were rolled into the ER. The brief glimpse I got of you was not promising, you didn’t look good. I found out later that you’d been out with friends and started complaining of some heartburn. You got out of the car to get some air and you went down. 911 was called, but you were down over 5 minutes before they got there.

You had no pulse when the paramedics got to you. You were found to be in PEA, they began CPR and you got a couple doses of Epi. Four members of your family came in through the ambulance doors a few minutes after you and they were lead away by the house supervisor to a private room.

Within a minute of getting into our ER room a pulse was detected and we started the hypothermia protocol. This is when I got involved. I was sent for the pads for our temperature management system. This protocol is started in an attempt to preserve brain function in patients that do not regain consciousness after coding. I entered the room and I saw you laying there, tubes had been inserted into your throat, bladder, and veins. You didn’t move at all when we touched you. The ER doc prepared to insert a central line into your neck while we applied the pads and started the cooling process. I looked up and noted out loud that you’d gone into a junctional rhythm. Your heart rate was in the 40s and your blood pressure was dropping too. I helped hang a bolus and get the pressor ready to go.

At that point my charge nurse motioned for me to follow her. Our work with you at this point was done. You’d be coming up to the ICU shortly and would be another nurse’s responsibility.

The rest of the day passed, I took care of my patient and helped reintubate our other patient.

When I came back a day later, we were assigned your room. The news wasn’t good. Your CT yesterday showed a severe anoxic brain injury. The EEG over night showed no seizures, but it also didn’t show any other activity. The doctors ordered an MRI to confirm what the CT showed… which it did.

Your neuro assessment was unchanged since you’d arrived even after you’d been rewarmed. GCS of 3-6. Pupils unequal and sometimes reacting to light. Cough and gag reflexes come and go. No reaction to pain or spontaneous movement. You’re not breathing on your own, the ventilator is doing all the work for you.

Your daughter and one of your siblings arrive later that morning. Your daughter asked me lots of questions and I answered honestly. She apologized for all her questions and I assured her it was ok. The crit care doctor came in and was bluntly honest with her. The chances of you getting better are extremely slim. Your daughter is realistic and understands that this is it. You have a large family and she wants everyone that wants to to have a chance to visit, so the plan is made to withdraw care tomorrow afternoon.

Your family spends the next hour in your room on the phone and crying. I bring them tissues and continue to care for you. As your family looks like they’re getting ready to leave, I approach your daughter and ask her if anything were to happen over night if she would want us to try to bring you back (it seems silly to ask, but I had to just in case). She says no and you are made DNR. We also minimize treatment, discontinuing antibiotics and your insulin gtt. No longer are we in life-saving mode, we are just giving your family a bit more time to say goodbye.

The next morning there’s a blizzard… your favorite kind of weather, I’m told later.  We care for you all morning while waiting for your family to arrive. It is late morning before your daughter finally makes it in. She’s pregnant with your second grandchild. You were so excited for your first grandson, she tells me. I give your family some time alone to say goodbye after they confirm with the doctor that we are withdrawing care.

Your family leaves, they’ve decided that they don’t want to be here for the end. It’s ok, I’ll be here. After coordinating with the RT, we begin. I give you large boluses of Fentanyl and Versed, per the doctor’s instruction, and the RT extubates you. Nothing happens. Within a minute your SATs begin to drop. You don’t appear to be breathing at all. I hold your hand and watch the monitor, pausing alarms whenever they go off. It takes several minutes, but your heart rate finally begins to slow. Your SATs are in the 20s and soon so is your heart rate. The SAT no longer registers, so I turn it off so it won’t alarm. Your lips and fingers are grey. I listen. There is no heartbeat, despite the ugly QRSs that continue to blip across the screen. You’re in PEA. My preceptor listens too and confirms. We call time of death.

I’m sorry we had to meet like this. Though, truthfully, I’m not sure I ever met you. I think you were probably gone before you were even rolled into the ER. I’m sorry you’ll never get to meet your grandson and that your family is going to be without you. It’s an awful situation. I am grateful you have such a loving family that did not  make us torture your body with modern medicine for way longer than necessary hoping for a miracle.

This was my first patient death in the ICU, but it will not be the last. It is the nature of the ICU beast.

Finders Keepers (ft. Suho)

A/N: Soundtrack to this drabble: ♩♪♪♩♬♫ ♩ ♩. 

“He’s cute.“

“Seriously?”

“Whaaat? He’s seriously so adorable. You would die if you saw him.” You let out a slight giggle as you continued to sneak peeks of the boy through the glass window while waiting for your gadget to unlock the code to the secured air shaft beside you.

You heard an annoyed snort through your ear piece. “I highly doubt it. Now can you focus on the situation at hand? You’re about to be fall down hundreds of feet through a tiny air shaft.”

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just a few more days until season 5 starts! (eta: for those of you wondering, the first two episodes air on April 4th at 11AM ET!)

are you ready for some BIG ADVENTURE?

*ktshh*

“DaddyOne, DaddyOne. This is PrincessOne - come in, over”

*ktshh*

“PrincessOne, this is DaddyOne - we hear ya’ - Is Princess, squishy? Can you confirm.”

*ktshh*

“Affirmative, DaddyOne. Princess is squisy. I repeat, Princess is squishy.”

*ktshh*

“Roger, PrincessOne. Cummies are on their way, ETA 5 Mikes. Sit tight, PrincessOne - Daddy’s home.”

So I’m laughing because

1. Didn’t we all call a very public club night at some point this week?

2. How did stalker fans magically know to go to cirque tonight in order to see Louis going in?

3. Oli just magically appeared outta nowhere.

4. Danielle wasn’t even near Louis at all in any of the snapchats Lottie or Tommy posted. You’d think Lottie would have posted one with her even but nah.

5. Paps.

Eta: 6. The only pic of Danielle even near Louis inside was posted by none other than Annas lmao

anonymous asked:

Should we be concerned that Lin hasn't been on Twitter for over 24 hours?

Probably not. I definitely know the feeling, but I presume we would’ve heard if something had, like, happened to him. *googles* Nope. Don’t get all worried or anything, but he’s said a couple times that part of the reason he has such a sunny social media presence is that he avoids it when he’s in a bad mood. Or maybe he just needs a break, he’s also mentioned on there a couple times that he monitors whether it’s good for him atm. You know how twitter–or tumblr–can become a timesink. Or maybe Vanessa changed his password. ;)

eta:

I knew it, that as soon as I answered this

I gather that he’s resting :)

btw, this pic was first tweeted by his dad back in November (x, x)

pre-med-timelord  asked:

When was the moment you knew you wanted to do emergency medicine?

Thank you pre-med-timelord for you question!

It was my 2nd shift shadowing in the Emergency Department. It was also my first shift in a county hospital and my first night shift. It was a typical Friday or Saturday night in the ED, but I had no idea what I was in for. “We have a GSW, ETA 5 minutes.” GSW what’s that? Gun Shot Wound patient. I was excited and scared, a combination of feelings I get almost everyday now in the ED. The residents start putting on their gowns, I follow suit. The trauma room is filled with people. “The patient is here!” The people part like the Red Sea. The patient is moved onto the bed. A nurse hands me her trauma shears, “cut off his pants.” What? Why his pants? They have to assess every inch of the patient, but I did not know this then. I step back and move to the patient’s head. “Patient has fluid around his heart, we need a thoracotomy.” A who? Before I can blink, the resident takes a scalpel and slices open the patient’s chest. Takes the rib spreader and exposes the heart. She opens the pericardium, blood splashes out of the sac. “Medical student, massage the heart!” How? They show my the proper technique and I place my hands on this fibrillating heart. “CLEAR!” I see the resident take two mini defibrillator pads and place them directly onto the heart. She delivers 3 shocks and they finally get a pulse. “We got a pulse, take him to the operating room.” I had to sit down, my heart was about to fibrillate. And I said: