first thought that came to mind

anonymous asked:

I first came across your blog because of hamilton (lol) and had no interest in american history whatsoever (i'm from Bulgaria so it'd never even crossed my mind) but gdi you made me so interested in it!! It's basically all I've been researching in the past 1-2 months and i never thought i'd actually put this knowledge into use but the american revolution came up one time during history class and my teacher was so impressed with my knowledge he highered my grade?? I have you to thank god bless u

Awe, thank you! I’m so glad you’ve gotten into it, it is so interesting to me to somewhat get people into it! Glad it helped your grade.

“Shall I let him through?” She asked me quietly. I turned back to look at her, unsure of what she meant. Half of her was hidden in the shadows, and the other half was undistinguishable under the impact of a roaming illusion somewhere close by.

Ambush was the first thing that came to mind. I shook that thought away and stared into her eyes, inquiring, questioning. She knew instantly what I had meant, and smiled, almost bitterly, at the brink of the gliding illusion which slowly sneaked behind her shoulder.

Her words befuddled me, or rather the lack of them. She didn’t need to explain, as I could very well understand what she wanted me to do, but her intention-

No. I said, You couldn’t possibly be pleading for his life right now. Or mine, for that matter. Neither of us is worth it.

The pouring distress erupted from her empty eye sockets deluded me for a second- A few years ago, I would have never believed that I had that in me; Sure, anyone was able to create something like her easily, given the speech I received despite my unwillingness from an old acquaintance, ‘He who holds a spark of sentiment is able to take on God’s work.’

But not like this. Not with all the emotions and teary smiles and an ocean of lolling sorrow stuffed in her and I, her creator, the man who’d been doing God’s work despite understanding barely anything of human or inhuman sentimentality, had to tap on every stitch on her bleeding seams and try to understand what she’s jabbing on about. I had to do that often, I had to be patient, to take time, to pretend that I care, to understand her, to repair her.

And it had been easy at first, as a mechanical mind had always been much simpler than human minds. Sometimes when I brought her back from the depth of an emotional outburst by twisting wires and replacing cogs, I could often see her eyes shine with clear precision and lack of emotions. It had been my proudest moment- that is, if I understood humans better, I would say I had been proud. Not proud of her, of course, but the sense of achievement when a workman has finished his quota at the end of the month, knowing that all the sweat and dust and dirt on his shirt were well worth it.

However, tasks as such become laborious and repetitive fast. After a while, I concluded that I could no longer piece her back up, as she was no longer worth the effort. I had accepted the fact like I accepted any other fact. So I could no longer repair her, and so what? It’s not like she’s of any importance in the grand scheme of things. I made her into one of the pawns, one that’s always by my side and at my disposal, so when the time comes, she will be disposed as she was made to be. She was made with a grip of dust from the wasteland and a bone I picked up there, so to the wasteland her body will be returned when she draws her last breath. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

Nothing more, nothing less.

angelicuscadere  asked:

Could somebody be a paramedic if they were missing a forearm?

Y’know, sometimes a question comes along that exposes your biases. I’m really, really glad you asked me this.

My initial instinct was to say no. There are a lot of tasks as a paramedic that require very specific motions that are sensitive to pressure: drawing medications, spreading the skin to start IVs. There’s strength required–we do a LOT of lifting, and you need to be able to “feel” that lift.

So my first thought was, “not in the field”. There are admin tasks (working in an EMS pharmacy, equipment coordinator, supervisor, dispatcher) that came to mind as being a good fit for someone with the disability you describe, but field work….?

(By the way, I know a number of medics with leg prostheses; these are relatively common and very easy to work with. I’m all in favor of disabled medics. I just didn’t think the job was physically doable with this kind of disability.)

Then I asked. I went into an EMS group and asked some people from all across the country. And the answers I got surprised me.

They were mostly along the lines of “oh totally, there’s one in Pittsburgh, she kicks ass” or “my old partner had a prosthetic forearm and hand, she could medic circles around the rest of her class”. One instructor said they had a student with just such a prosthesis, and wasn’t sure how to teach; the student said “just let me figure it out”, and by the end of the night they were doing very sensitive skills better than their classmates.

Because of that group I know of at least a half-dozen medics here in the US with forearm and hand prostheses.

So yes. You can totally have a character with one forearm, who works as a paramedic for a living.

Thanks again for sending this in. It broadened my worldview.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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so i played skyrim tonight, and i thought i’d tell an important story about my journeys:

i was mostly wandering around minding my own business when i came upon whiterun stables and guys - listen. i found the most beautiful perfect horse i’d ever seen. majestic, beautiful, immaculate. i had to have him. so i figured - hey, i took long enough getting here, it’s the middle of the night, no one’s gonna see if i take this horse, right?

this was my first mistake.

so i hop on the horse. i press the big glaring red STEAL button and get my ass on the horse. perfect. 50 bounty from whiterun - well, no plan is ever perfect. and we start walking along - and who runs up to me, but a whiterun guard. “you have committed crimes against skyrim and her people” - he’s very upset. well holy shit! i didn’t think anyone saw me, but you know what, good sir, here, i’ll pay the fine -

“we’ll take your stolen goods, and - “

no. this simply won’t do. i come out of the keep, scheming. i must acquire my horse again.

so i go back to the stables, steal the horse again. it’s the same horse, of course it is, because he’s flawless and gallant and waited for me.

but then - again - the guard, crimes against skyrim and her people - well you know what sir, a cat-man’s pride for his perfect and beautiful horse is not a crime. so i hop off my perfect horse, and get my Destruction ready. i’m going to give this guard what-for. of course, in the process, i accumulate 1000 bounty from whiterun.

well, fuck. this, probably, could be considered mistake number two. i get on the horse again. +50 bounty from whiterun, but in the face of killing that guard, honestly, who’s going to notice one stolen horse? i press the big red STEAL button again.

“alright, RED STEEL,” i tell the horse, “from now on, you and i are fugitives.”

RED STEEL, noble and awe-inspiring steed, and i walk for a very, very, very long time. we can never go back. but - you guys, i found out something else about RED STEEL that made it all worth it:

well, of course. he can fly. my incredible, unkillable, righteous RED STEEL.

look at him, as majestic and all-powerful and graceful as i always knew him to be.

so - did i commit crimes against skyrim and her people? yes. yes, i did. but in doing so, i made an unforgettable friend, and a powerful ally. so was it worth it?

i’ll let you be the judge.

The first thought that came to mind when I looked into your dark eyes:

I could love you for a very, very long time. If only you would let me to.

—  Lukas W. // If only
see that’s the thing about heartbreak. it doesn’t hit you instantly. it takes its time. first you feel a little hurt, a little broken, a little lost. but you think you’ll be okay.
then you hear a song that reminds you of him. maybe it’s a song that you heard one day and the first person that came to mind was him. maybe it was a song you sang along to in the car with his hand on the wheel and your head on his lap. or maybe it was a song about losing him. but it’s a song that makes you cry until the end; while still trying to sing along to it, still trying to remember his voice.
after that, you’ll see a picture of you two. it may be one that someone else took and you guys are both smiling. he’s looking at you like maybe he loves you, and you’re laughing because of something he said. or maybe it’s a picture you took of him without him knowing it; one where he’s caught completely off guard but he’s still absolutely beautiful. or it may be a picture that he took of the both of you, one where right before the picture, you told him to give you a few seconds to make yourself look nice and he rolled his eyes. but it’s a picture that makes you stare at it until the tears in your eyes blind your vision.
you’ll be in the car and you’ll pass by one of the spots you guys went to. it might be something small, like where you went to get coffee that day after work or where he bought hot dogs and ate them in the car. it might be the place you guys walked around for hours, talking about anything and everything. it might even be a street you had to pass to get to your destination; because with him, it was never about the destination and always about the journey. but you’ll be driving by or riding in the car with someone else and a single tear is all you’ll let fall.
you might go through your closet, hoping to find a shirt or a sweater that he left; trying to grasp something physical. you’ll remember how you told him you were going to steal his hoodie, and how he tried to hide it from you because it was his favorite.
you’ll be sitting somewhere and a small breeze will bring what will appear to be his scent towards you. you know it instantly, and you’ll find yourself turning every which way to see if he’s around.
he is everywhere. every turn you make, you’ll find yourself thinking of him.
and that’s the worst part of heartbreak; because even though the person is gone, the memories still remain.
beneficial (m)

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a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook

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New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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So, I was just re-watching this episode and this thought came to mind. This is the first time Isak actually chooses to interact with Even, the guy he’s been having feelings for, the first time he chooses to follow him and thereby it’s probably the first time he’s indulging his feelings. What strikes me the most about this scene is the way Isak handles himself. Even offers him a cigarette and we can clearly see Isak reaching for it, but then his hand changes and he ends up picking the cigarette in another way. We could say that it’s probably because he was trying not to get burn, but I like to think it is actually a much more complex gesture. The fact is that they’re hands would touch and Isak is not in the point of his sexuality where he’s comfortable with that yet. So, subconsciously he picks the cigarette in a way that they’re hands won’t touch. If you start thinking about how on the last episode there’s a scene where Isak takes the ‘weed’ away from Even and their hands linger, being the first time they in fact are “holding hands”, I think that it makes this scene so powerful because it’s almost a single way of showing character development. Of how Isak is so much more comfortable with being himself after all that time.
Or maybe I’m crazy, who knows…

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Territory (Dogboy Hybrid AU) | Taehyung x You

Rated: M 

Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you

Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.

Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~ 

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You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.

It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath. 

He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion. 

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The first time I saw you was a dull Sunday afternoon
You walked into the room with your hair trailing behind you in a luminous halo, reflecting the fading sunlight

The first time we struck a conversation, you laughed so hard on my shitty jokes you ended up complaining of how much your cheeks hurt

The first time we kissed, your nose was red from the cold, and your fingers trembled slightly when they touched my neck

The first time I knew I loved you, you were wearing sweatpants
your hear was pulled back in a messy bun
your feet were perched up on my dashboard
and you were giving me hell for my shitty taste in music

The first time you said you loved me,
the sky was drowning in stars
And I was drowning in you

The first time we f**ked, it was a thunderstorm
The world was on fire
The galaxies were exploding

The first time you left, my pain could have engulfed the universe

The first time you came back, I thought it would be the last

Princess of Carrion

So.. the first part of ACOWAR carries the title “Princess of Carrion” (I know, nice title…).

Tbh the first thought/word that came to my mind was “Igitt! (eng. translation: Yuck!)”. My second thought was “Okay, Feyre what will you do to earn such a title?”

And you know what, Feyre was already once called Princess of Carrion from no one other than the Book of Breathings. Right before she put both of the book halves together in Hybern.

“Yes, you see now, princess of carrion- you see what you must do…” (Chapter 62, ACOMAF)

The book also called her, shortly before, sweet-tongued liar and lady of many faces.

I actually could be the case that the book can somehow predict the future (I mean it’s a very mighty spell book that can talk, so why not *shrugs*) and therefore she will earn this title in ACOWAR. The title is probably also connected to the two other titles, sweet-tongued liar & lady of many faces, and refers to the role that she will now have to play as a spy in the spring court.

It’s clear that she will not only play the saved damsel in the spring court but also a person, a weapon, who is willing to cooperate with the King of Hybern to take down the Wall and the Night Court. And that means that she also has to do something that is in favour of the King of Hyberns will. 

Carrion probably refers to the death that she might cause, the destruction and suffering. That what might be left after the war.

Blurryface,

Your era was the first I fell in love with. You had intention for terror and hurt, but instead, you created the strongest fanbase I know. When I first heard of you, and the band you terrorized, I was fearful. I didn’t want to listen to your poisonous spewing words, and witness the dark red that you bled over everything. But ha, you thought you could keep me away. You poisoned the minds of my family in the clique in an attempt to wound us, yet we came back with fire and with ice. We looked around us, and found our own ways to battle you. During your era, we’ve created more pieces of art than ever before. You intended to rip us apart, to weigh us down, yet we used your whispers as inspiration. We painted our bodies, we sketched our souls, we penned our words.

Blurryface, you believe you are strong. But you are mistaken.

Because of you, I have witnessed inspiration a thousand-fold.

Back down, Blurryface. We have defeated you.

|-/

—  an open letter to Blurryface
Deranged: Part 4

Originally posted by taehyungifs

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations in some chapters

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Whenever I thought of Anton Yelchin, this was the image that came to mind first. He was such a gentle and sweet soul.

Rest in peace Anton, we’ll never forget you. ;__;

@lapidot-week

Finally got this thing done. My first submission for Lapidot week haha. Really thought I wouldn’t be able to submit something for the first day since I had no idea what to do for it. Then the idea of them being badass came to mind.

thanks to @btead and @anjus-fungus for giving me tips on how to color, got a long way to go though haha.

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Gency Week // Day 1: First

The first time Genji calls her by her name, it is instinctive, primal, spilling from his lips as his heart stops - watching her fall from the heavens.

She has been his doctor, his saving grace, the reminder of beauty when he was consumed with bitterness, and - eventually - his dear friend. He had thought to call her by her first name so many times before. Her name would bounce around his mind as they spoke, but always he would lock it away. 

He knew the desires of his heart, and he knew that she could never feel the same. There were many a quiet evening shared in each other’s company after a mission or a companionable atmosphere eating meals in the mess hall. So many blessed moments came and passed in which he could bask in her radiance. All of which were cherished - locked away in his cybernetic heart. 

Angela.

No. He could not utter her name. There was no mistaking his aching want, his fiery passion in it.

Angela.

Such a glorious, perfect name for her. She radiated goodness and strength, compassion and intelligence. It was so fitting. 

A thunderous bang echoed, rattling his bones. He turned just in time to see his angel gasp in pain.

“ANGELA!”

[Make You Feel My Love] was the first song that I was asked to pick what I wanted to sing. Initially, a lot of sad songs came to mind, and then instead of thinking about a sad song I thought, ‘Why don’t I think about a beautiful song, a song that makes me think of a beautiful time.’ That’s what I did, and I thought about this song, and I thought about that I still listen to it all the time. It made me so happy, and I love this song. I still listen to it despite what moment it was in Glee. It’s very special to me, and it brings up a lot of different emotions, but mostly positive, and mostly beautiful. That’s what I’m trying to hold on to when I sing it.