Thinking about bazzzillionaire Greg makes me so happy.
Giving $1,000 tips to Kiki or Jenny for Fish Pizza delivery, giving Peedee $1,000 tips for the bits.
Driving Steven to the library and while he’s there paying overdue book fines for everyone in Beach City.
Paying to have Vidalia and Yellowtail’s entire house rewired so they don’t blow a fuse or brown out as often when Sour Cream is working on his music. At first Vidalia tells Greg she absolutely will not let him do that but he tells her to consider it payback for all those times he bummed around her place and ate her food when she really didn’t have food to spare.
Donating lots of money to schools, hospitals, and museums and then commissioning Vidalia to paint the artwork that will hang in the building named after him or more often named after Rose/the Quartz-Universe Family.
Donating lots of money to nonprofits that help single parents who struggle to make ends meet.
Dropping large bills around the boardwalk for anyone to find.
Dropping all the money in his wallet into a street performer’s guitar case.
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
Duct tape as an emergency bandage to stop bleeding: good idea or terrible idea?
Hey there! First, let’s do some quick differentiation
between a dressing and a bandage, and why duct tape may or may
not work for either.
First, a dressing
is the actual material that’s applied to the wound. So for example, a square of
gauze of whatever size (but typically 4”x4”, or a four-by-four in medspeak)
that’s applied to a bleeding wound would be the dressing.
A bandage is the
material that’s used to hold that
dressing in place. This will often take the form of roller gauze or some
form of adhesive, such as tape – a common technique for stopping bleeding from
a needlestick, for example, is to fold up a small square of gauze and use that
as the dressing, then hold it in place with a piece of tape (which would
technically make it a bandage).
However, “bandage” in common parlance can mean either of
these things, and it’s not exactly a culturally significant distinction. You
may want to talk about your characters “dressing and bandaging the wound”, or “dressed
the wound with a piece of cloth.”
Some things are a dressing/bandage combination;
specifically, Band-Aid™ and non-brand-name “adhesive medical strips” work with
a small dressing in the center and an adhesive bandage around it, so that the
dressing stays in place.
That being said, oftentimes in TV, bandages are applied
without dressings underneath them. It’s far from ideal, because what you want
is a dressing to absorb blood and allow clots to form (which will eventually
stop the bleeding), and a separate bandage to hold that dressing in place.
Now then. Duct tape as
a dressing has some significant drawbacks. (We’ll get to duct tape as a bandage) later on.
First, as a dressing,
duct tape isn’t a great solution. It’s not sterile, which means it could
actively put bacteria into the wound. For another, it’s an adhesive, which means when the duct tape is removed it’s liable to take whatever
clot has managed to form with it, and pull on the edges of the wound, which
will increase bleeding.
Moreover, like many many many tapes, blood will reduce the
stickiness of the duct tape, which means that it will have significant problems
adhering and, as bleeding occurs underneath it, it will cease to stick (and
allow the wound to bleed freely).
Now, as a bandage,
to hold some other kind of dressing in
place, duct tape isn’t a terrible choice in an emergency. It will still
pull when removed—your character may get a free waxing wherever it was applied – but it should hold the dressing itself in place
relatively well, assuming that the surface the duct tape is sticking too isn’t
too overly slick with blood.
One thing your characters will also need to be sure of is
that the duct tape isn’t applied so tightly to the skin that it reduces blood
flow in an extremity, as evidenced by swelling, numbness, pain in the distal
extremity, or even bluing of the skin further down the extremity.
Fix-it fic for 7x05 “Eastwatch” where Jon is not a robot and actually gives a shit that his sister is alive.
The roll of parchment feels heavy in his hands, heavier than
the eyes upon him around the great table. Jon knows not what tidings it brings,
but he trusts that Sansa would not have sent word if it had not been serious. Tentatively
he moves his thumb beneath hard, gray wax, freeing its hold on the paper. With
great care he unrolls it, revealing Sansa’s neat script. His eyes trace the
string of letters together, but they falter not long after he begins.
Bran arrived home
not a week ago. Arya returned not long after. Both seem well.
He knows his letters of course. He can read the words—Bran
and Arya and returned and well. Yet it can’t be so, those words together. Bran
is dead. Arya went missing years ago. There is no way that they
could have survived all this time. If
they had, it means he had given up on them. He had not looked when he should
have. He may be forgiven for Bran because the odds of someone who could not
walk escaping Winterfell, living in the wilds, were not good. Maybe if Bran had
had help, certainly. But Jon could not have known.
He should have
known. Gods forgive him, he should have known.
No one knew—no one understood—Arya
like he had. Of course, she would find a way to survive. Arya was wild, more at
home in the Godswood than dressed in silks at a great feast. If she had died
like they all presumed, he would have felt
it even far Beyond the Wall.
But he had been a fool. He had not trusted her to do
whatever needed to be done to survive. He had left her out there when he should
have sent men and ravens across the Seven Kingdoms. Cersei Lannister may not
have been able to find her, but he would have. He knew his little sister like
he knew himself.
Would she ever forgive him?
His throat tightens then. His jaw clenches. His burnt
hand shakes with tremors, and Jon does not know how to stop feeling like this,
like a hole now exists where his heart once was. And he has no business being a
king; all eyes are on him, and Jon feels himself coming undone like no king
should outside the privacy of his chambers.
To save face—because his family’s lives depend on this—he turns his back to the Dragon
Queen and her council. His hand finds the stone above the fireplace, his eyes
the fire itself. He sucks in a breath, though it fails to ease the tightening
of his chest, and releases it with a shudder. His vision blurs, his eyelashes
dampen. He will allow himself three counts to find himself again.
In those three moments, Jon remembers the smell of dirt
in Arya’s hair. They would play games by the fire when they were children, and
she would throw herself around his neck whenever fortune favored him, scattering
tiles across the floor. Always caught off guard, he would roll to the floor
from her weight on his chest, the room filling with happy laughter. She would
tuck her head beneath his chin, and Jon would move just so to breathe in her
smell—never pretty like Sansa, never clean or flowery. Arya smelled of earth,
of rainwater, of dog and wolf. Jon wonders if she still does.
He wonders how she’s grown. Wonders if she still has her
needle. If she’s well as Sansa reports. If she will be pleased to see him after
he had so greatly failed her. Will she smile at him? Will she call him big
brother? Will he ever hold her in his arms again?
Jon knows what he must do. The dead march south, and he
has put Arya between them when he should be her shield. Even if she will not
forgive him, Jon will not let harm come to her. Or Bran, or Sansa. The North
needs him. Arya needs him.
this isn’t going to help anything, but i wrote the sequel to this which is 600 instead of 300 because i’m not actually evil even though people will tell you differently :)))
“I’m fine.” Aaron tries to sound confident, knows from his mum’s look that he’s failed. He folds in on himself, buries his face in his hands.
“Oh, love,” his mum says. “What happened?”
“He just stopped breathing.” Aaron’s voice sounds far away. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to erase the image of Robert’s slack body. “They won’t tell me anything so I don’t know, he just stopped breathing.”
His mum says nothing. He lets himself be held, tries to ignore the panic bubbling up in his chest.
“Robert Sugden’s family?”
Aaron tugs out of his mum’s grip, swiping at his face as he stands. “That’s me. I’m his husband.”
The weekend was full of investigating, writing as well as a failed attempt by Mr. Andrews in trying to make spaghetti for dinner. Yet every free moment, my mind would wander to Y/N. I just wanted to know what Monday would bring.
She didn’t see me but I saw her. She was taking books out of her locker when Cheryl and some of her posse went up to her. I couldn’t make out the words but Y/N’ s face went stern and red. Cheryl left with a signature hair flip while Y/N’s callous eyes followed Cheryl. She turned, slammed her locker close, and fled.
please feel free to wax poetry about the shiro and sendak fight. c:
(holy shit thank you ^^ but this will legit be all over the place bc my mind can’t keep focused for shit)
Aight FIRST OF ALL this is probably my favorite fight scene in season 1, and to me it’s almost on par with the Shiro vs Zarkon fight in season 2. Call me out on my biased, Shiro loving ass, but I always feel like the one-on-one fights with Shiro are the most intense and beautifully animated (I’m not counting the Season 2 finale showdown because that’s in an entire league of it’s own holy shit)
Just something about the glow of his Galra arm and how it’s animated where it leaves a glowing streak in the air every time he moves during a fight is just so pretty and mesmerizing to me. Not to mention most of the time he fights it’s in a dark area or room so it really makes it stand out and draws your attention to it. It’s also aesthetically pleasing as fuck.
Back to the actual fight scene. I just love the angles and shots of it, especially the continuous tracking shot that just orbits around them for a solid few seconds. Like DAMN that was some good shit. It was smooth, it was intense, it showed off the stunning background, it didn’t distract from the amazing fighting, just A++++++. Then we got the most hardcore fist bump of the goddamn century which was just made even better by the energy pulse that came from it and BY THE HUGE ASS MOON DIRECTLY BEHIND THEM LIKE IT’S SO PRETTY (PRIME WALLPAPER MATERIAL RIGHT HERE)
Also from the scene it just shows how Shiro is completely adapted to fighting people way larger than himself, even if he doesn’t remember most of his time from the arena. He quickly evades every strike, throwing his whole body into it, and stays back until he sees an opening and puts all his strength in one attack (I’m actually writing this all from memory I haven’t even seen this scene in a while so if I get some shit wrong my bad)
Then the fight moves into the castle where Shiro literally throws Sendak across the room and basically does a split at the same time like???? BOI I HAVE NO WORDS FOR THIS (and no appropriate thoughts :^)) And then you have the last shot where they literally stop right in their tracks, weapons right at each other’s throats, so the ending of the fight was quite literally neck and neck. The shot was once again golden wallpaper material I mean come on. It was so stunning, how the purple quintessence looked so good while illuminating the room yet so deadly at the same time. Not to mention it shows how Shiro became known as Champion since he can literally take on one of the Commanders (with a more deadly and upgraded version of Shiro’s own weapon) and still have the match end in a tie despite all this.
All in all, it had beautiful animation, amazing shots, everything was A+++, I loved it all. Well done fight scenes are my shit, I love them so much and I will appreciate them forever and ever.