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anonymous asked:

can I just say that I love you like seriously

you can say that

you know what I love like seriously? These porcelain seals I’ve been looking at on ebay 





this last one scares me and I feel almost unnerving levels of affinity for her

staring at the ceiling and listening to sad pop punk songs is slowly becoming my thing


Headcanon that if Hal and Barry were in high school Hal would pass nasty love notes to barry and watch him get all flustered in class where he’s not able to say anything or be loud, but I bet barry gets him back after class, rip Hal lol, I also headcanon that Hal is the master at making paper airplanes and origami



God, but the entire “Watch House Riots” sequence in Night Watch is such an excellent lesson in not just how to de-escalate but the importance of de-escalation. The way Vimes insists upon members of the “mob” coming in and watching the surgeon care for the injured man, the insistence on two copies of Lawn’s statement about what happened, the way he made sure to humanize the officers and made good and damn sure that none of them had a weapon – that he did not have a weapon, nobody could say he had a weapon.

Because this was a delicate situation, and it was up to him – the present person of authority – to ensure that the situation did not turn into a riot. It wasn’t up to the untrained civilians, it wasn’t up to the green newbies who didn’t know what they were doing, it wasn’t up to anyone above him. It was on him, to look at the crowd and prevent a riot from breaking out.

Everywhere else, you got people reacting, people panicking, people acting in fear and making things worse and getting people killed – but at Treacle Mine Road, the doors were open and the lights were on and nobody was armed and everything was above-board and the only person who got hurt was a self-inflicted injury he made a full recovery from.

I just… I think that’s such an important sequence, and it – almost more than any of Vimes’s other Moments of Awesome – really shows just why Sam Vimes is such a good policeman, even more than just a good man.

rexxieroulette  asked:

I've recently come across yours stories, and I'm love!! You're such an amazing writer. I was wondering if you could write a story centered around Betty's darkness? Sorta like, Jughead finds out she's hurting herself and tries to help, but not change her. If that makes sense??

I’ll give it a go! So I’m gonna do this before Jughead and Betty reconnect. In this story she was never in love with Archie. That girls got too much in her mind to worry about Archie Andrews. It’s a little deeper than some of my stuff so, trigger warning. 🌸 ***

“Okay mom, no, yeah I understand. Okay mom. Goodbye mom. Okay mom.” And suddenly the phone is flying towards the wall before Betty can get a grip on reality, standing in place she watches as it shatters, pieces flying in every direction.

“Ohnoohnoohno” she mumbles, her palms bloody after her phone call with her mom as she bends down and quickly begins picking up the remains of her phone, her hands aching as she tries to piece it back together.

“Maybe you should have taken up softball, you’ve got quite an arm.”

Betty whips her head in the direction of the familiar voice, carrying on with a nervous shake of her head as she goes back to her task, hardly noticing when Jughead Jones kneels beside her and begins helping her pick up the pieces, his eyes catch on to the scarlet drops dripping from her destroyed palms.

“Hey, hey Betty, you’re bleeding, hold on, you must have cut yourself on a piece of the glass.” He’s too fast and she doesn’t have time to pull away before his eyes are scanning the crescent shaped scars littering her palms, the fresh wounds stinging in the open chill. He glances down for a second too long and Betty rips her hands free, not ready to accept anymore judgment.

“You’re smart jug, can you fix this?” She holds out a handful of broken technology and the beanie wearing boy looks up from her hands, shaking his head, his eyes still concerned.

“Unfortunately, phone repair isn’t my area of expertise.” He shrugs lazily, and as much as he tries not too he stares openly at the red streaks on Betty’s jeans where she’s wiped her bloody palms.

“Who needs a phone anyway right? It’ll save me a lot time. I wish I never had to speak to anyone ever again.” She whispers in an uncharacteristically small voice, this is Betty Cooper, Cheerleader, debate team captain, homecoming committee chair, and all around perfect girl next door. So why do her eyes look so distant and why hadn’t he noticed how skinny she had gotten?

She picks herself up off the floor and throws the remnants of her phone in the trash bin, sending a tired smile in Jugheads direction, she heads for the door, her head low and her steps heavy.

“When I was 13 years old I took a shaving razor to my wrist, I thought if I went over my wrist enough times I would kill myself.”

Betty stops abruptly from her place at the door, her back stiffening at the bomb he’s just dropped.

Continuing on, Jughead takes a deep breath

“My mom had just left and she took my sister, my dad turned to alcohol and I didn’t think there was a place for me anymore. The razor didn’t work and I was just left with these crazy looking scars.” He moved towards Betty, watching the way her shoulders shook slightly “after I did it, I instantly regretted it. I didn’t really wanna die, I just didn’t want to be in my life anymore.” He whispered, sighing in relief when Betty turned around slowly, her eyes gazing at the uneven light pink scars on his arm.

“That’s not to say I didn’t try again. It was my 14th birthday, But something stopped me that second time. Do you know what it was?”

Betty shook her head, big green eyes coming up to stare into his, as he smiled

“A beautiful girl with a long blonde braid came up to me earlier on in the day and handed me a chocolate cupcake covered in sprinkles and she kissed my cheek and said..”

At the same time both of the teens finished the story

“Cheer up moonshine, the sun will come up again.”

Betty stared at him with watery eyes, her heart aching as he pulled her towards him and wrapped her in his arms, she openly sobbed.

“I’m so tired juggie, I’m so tired.”

“I know sunshine, but I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

Squeezing into him tighter, Betty closed her eyes and breathed. They were both so incredibly damaged, and maybe they would never be fixed but with each other, they were perfectly fine with being a little chipped.

Let Me Love You Goodbye

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Featuring: Thea Queen

Words: 1964

Warning: angst

Tags: none

Request: none

Notes: this is the song:

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Ever since you found Oliver was The Green Arrow you barely slept at night, not until he came back to you and hugged you tight, letting you know he was alright. Sometimes that didn’t happen until the first lights came through the window so you spent so many times awake. You had tried to stay at the lair with Felicity and follow the mission but you couldn’t handle it.  

You knew what you had with him was good. Too good. But you just couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t be in a relationship without knowing if that kiss would be the last one. It didn’t matter how proud you were of him for what he was doing, you loved him too watch him die. So you made the decision. The hardest one you had ever made. You knew this was going to hurt him, and you, badly but it would be the best thing for the both of you eventually.

That morning you woke up just to see that you had fallen asleep on the couch the night before. The fact that you were still there, meant that Oliver wasn’t home. Immediately, you tried to call him on his cell but he didn’t pick it up, just making your anxiety grow. Finally, you took a quick shower and got dressed before heading towards the lair.

When you stepped out of the elevator you saw the whole team gathered around one of the computers where Felicity worked. You were relieved when you saw Oliver there, safe and sound, but it only made your decision clearer.

“See if you can track him down with that…chip star shaped thing and let me know if you find something. I gotta go home to…” he turned as he talked, just to see you standing there, in front of the elevator. “(Y/N)” he finished the sentence.

A smile appeared on his face as everyone said hi to you, but you didn’t reply or smile back at your one year boyfriend. That moment, Oliver knew something was off. There was something missing in your expression and it was making him panic like he didn’t do, not even when he had someone aiming at his head with a weapon.

“Everything ok?” He asked when he was standing in front of you. His face now full of concern.

“We need to talk” was all you said.

Oliver gulped as you said those words. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that words never meant anything good.

“Ok…” he mumbled, searching your face for some kind of emotion that let him know that everything was ok.

“Do you want the room?” Diggle asked.

“No. We…we’re going home” Olive replied without taking his eyes off of you.

You two went back to the loft in silent. You didn’t have anything to say. He was there, safe and sound, after spending another night out as the Green Arrow. You didn’t know what he was up to at that moment and you were better off not knowing. When you stepped into the loft, he closed the door and you turned to look at him.

“Don’t do this” he said immediately.

“Don’t do what?” You asked.

“The way you look… I know you’re not going to tell me how much you love me” he said crossing his arms.

“You’re right” you sighed as you looked down at your feet, not knowing where to start. “Oliver, I don’t want to hurt you” you started talking. “But… you’re hurting me. Every night, every day you go out there I sit here not knowing if I will ever see you again alive. And it’s killing me” you said.

“You know what I do this” he frowned.

“I do, and I don’t want you to stop because you being the Green Arrow is one of the things I love about you. Still, I can’t. I don’t remember the last time I slept the whole night. I spend more time worrying about you than loving you and it’s too much”

Oliver could feel his heart literally breaking into tiny pieces. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and you were leaving him. It didn’t matter that you didn’t want to hurt him, you were doing it and he understood why. That’s why he didn’t know what to tell you to make you stay. He knew you were right. You were suffering every single time he went out there to shot arrows.

“I know there is nothing I can do to change what I’ve done but I’m sure there is still something we can do about this” he said almost desperate.

“I’m sorry Oli” you said shaking your head. “I love you too much to see you kill yourself but I won’t stop you from being the Arrow” you added.

The way he was looking at you was also painful but you knew there was no other option. You took a deep breath and made your way to the door. A part of you hoped that he would stop you but he didn’t so you just walked out of the loft, knowing you were leaving an important part of you in there but also trusting it would really be for the best.

After wondering around the city for a while you knew the only place you could go was to Thea’s. It was true she was Oliver’s sister but she was also your best friend and that was exactly what you needed. Although she was working at the City Hall when you called her, the moment you told her what had happened with Oliver, she said she would pick you up in five minutes.

“Are you sure this is for the best?” She asked. When you got to her apartment, you told her what happened as you two sat on the couch.

“Yes… it was becoming too much and I couldn’t handle it anymore, Thea” you sighed looking down at your hands.

“I understand” she said nodding. “I just hope it really is for the best” she added.

“Me too” you agreed.

“Look, I have to go back to the City Hall, you can stay here as long as you need ok?” she said getting up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ok” you told her with a small smile.

Later that day, when it was already dark, you realized you hadn’t taken anything from the loft. All you had in your purse was your phone, your wallet, a notebook and an eyeliner. Everything was at the loft. When you checked the time you supposed Oliver would be around the city in his green costume so you decided it was the best moment to go back and take some of your stuff. First, you took a shower and borrowed some of Thea’s clothes before heading out. Of course, you left a note in case she came back before you did.

On the way to the loft you felt strangely calmed, like you were just going for a walk. But that calm disappeared the moment you opened the door of the loft and found the lights on and Oliver sitting on the couch. He looked up and surprised appeared on his face when he saw you.

“(Y/N)…” he said getting up immediately.

“I came to pick up some stuff” you said quickly.

Oliver’s heart broke again. For a moment he thought you were coming back to him. That he had a second chance but as soon as you said that he nodded and sat down once again, putting his face in his hands, feeling as miserable as he was feeling thirty seconds ago. As you walked towards the stairs, he looked at you. You were so damn beautiful and perfect to his eyes that he didn’t know how to let you go.

Some minutes later, you came back down with a little suitcase with you. That made everything even more real and painful.

“So…” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment. “Goodbye, Oliver” you said.

“Wait” he said getting up before you could get to the door. You stopped on your tracks, not turning to look at him but ready to hear whatever he had to say. “You should stay tonight” he said.

What? With a frown, you turned around to look at him. What he was talking about?


“I’m trying to face the fact that the moment you walk out of that door you won’t be mine so…” he took a deep breath, not really knowing why he was doing this when it would hurt both of you even more. But he needed you, one more time, one last night before you left. “Stay” he said again.

“Oliver that won’t help any of us” you sighed. Despite what you were saying, you wanted to stay the night more than anything else, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good for any of you.

“Look…if this is it, at least let end it right…” he took a step towards you and placed a hand on your face, so you wouldn’t look away. “We’re already hurting. Both of us so…go on and twist the knife” he shrugged.

He had a point. You knew he did. It wouldn’t make any different but you didn’t know how to get over this if you stayed with him one more night.

“I don’t know Oliver…” you said looking down.

“Just…” he chuckled to himself. “Let me love you goodbye” he said.

You smiled a bit as he said the name of one of your favorite songs. How could you resist to this man when you knew you were desperately in love with him and you would always be?

“We’re so going to regret this” you mumbled taking a step closer before you kissed him.

The moment your lips touched, he placed the other hand on your cheek as well, deepening the kiss, as you wrapped your arms around him. You had always felt so good with him, so protected. It was home and you needed to be at home one more time before everything was over. Slowly, you two moved to the couch, taking off your clothes, until he laid you down on the couch, on your underwear, and he laid on top of you, kissing your neck slowly, making you forget why you were about to leave this man.

When you woke up the next morning, you two were still on the couch, covered by a blanket and with Oliver hugging you against his chest. You couldn’t even remember the last time you woke up like this. Usually he was already gone by the time you woke up. The feeling of his breath against your neck, made you want to stay but you knew you couldn’t. Nothing had changed. Maybe he had taken the night off but the city still needed the Green Arrow and Oliver needed him too.

Carefully you got up and got dressed, trying not to wake him up, and went to the door. Just before walking out of the loft, you turned to look one last time to the man who had your heart and would always have it. Then, you walked out.

Oliver woke up with the sound of the door closing and looked around confused, feeling cold. Soon, he realized you had been the one leaving so he got up fast and walked to the balcony just in time to see you crossing the street with the suitcase behind you. The image made Oliver’s heart break even more but he knew he couldn’t change your mind, he knew he wasn’t making you happy and letting you go was the best thing he could do, even when it was the hardest one he would ever do.

Scarlet Teenager
What is it with these tanagers? The males are possibly the most unnecessarily red birds in any eastern forest. They stay high in the forest canopy all summer long (doing god knows what) and then in the fall they just take off for South America. But not before inexplicably changing from red feathers to yellow-green feathers (which, by the way, makes them look just like the yellow-green females.) I don’t know what they’re up to, but I don’t like it and somebody ought to do something about it.


shota matsuda as daken

Last week I had a dream that I met Gerard and we talked about comics and art and stuff and it was rad until I realized it was a dream and I woke up

Traps for New Vets: Part 3, Emergencies

You are rarely fully prepared for an emergency. For one thing, you often don’t know exactly what the emergency is until you’ve examined the animal. I’ve often had owners diagnose ‘bloat’ at home, which later turned out to be haemabdomen, heat stroke or even pregnancy once they arrive at the clinic.

There are things you can do, however, to be as close to prepared as you can be, especially in your first few weeks after graduation.

  • If you remember nothing else then please remember to go back to your first principles. If you go back to your first principles you will be able to figure out how to triage even a curly toed bunyip should you be presented with one. If you ever think you don’t know what to do, you are WRONG. You go back to your first principles and work your way up.
  • Most of emergency medicine is just buying time. Do one thing to buy a few minutes here, then you’ve got another ten minutes to spend buying another hour, which might let you do a procedure to buy a few more days which might be enough to buy the animal enough time to live the rest of its life. You can certainly do something in the first few minutes to buy yourself a few more minutes with a textbook or calling for help.
  • FLUIDS. OXYGEN. PAIN RELIEF. Not necessarily in that order, but for basically all emergencies until established otherwise. Say it with me now, FLUIDS, OXYGEN, PAIN RELIEF. Say it again. FLUIDS, OXYGEN, PAIN RELIEF. When you are in a panic because this dieing creature is placed in front of you and everyone expects you to save it, remember: FLUIDS. OXYGEN. PAIN RELIEF.
  • Every species except the snake has a cephalic vein. If you can’t remember where you’re supposed to perform venepuncture or place a catheter, there is always a cephalic. I have personally used cephalic veins in dogs, cats, rabbits, goats, sheep, a guinea pig, a ferret (anaesthetised) and a meerkat.
  • That said, it is worth knowing where alternative veins are if you blow them. If you have to clip half the patient bald to save its life, do so. If the owner complains that their pet is ugly after its near death experience, then their priorities are wrong.
  • On your first day at work as a veterinarian, spend a few minutes to find out where to find the following equipment in a hurry: endotracheal tubes, adrenaline, atropine, iv catheters, diazepam, euthanasia solution, opiod pain relief, calcium gluconate, hypertonic saline, iv glucose, apomorphine, tissue glue and the oxygen cage/box. The nurses should know where the blood pressure monitors are and the anesthetic machines should be unmissable. Most places will have a chart with emergency drug doses for different body weights on a wall. If there isn’t one there, make one.
  • If you do not have an oxygen cage or oxygen pox, but the patient will fit into a carrier, place the patient in a carrier and then put the carrier into a body bag. Close the bag and pump oxygen into one end, and make a hole at the other end for air to come out. It is difficult to monitor your patient this way, but when you really need oxygen, you really need oxygen.
  • Most creatures that need CPR will not come back. Of those that do, many will need CPR again shortly afterwards. Don’t be disheartened if you have a low success rate. Take every step you can to prevent the need for CPR in the first place.
  • Know when to be a team leader. In CPR somebody needs to take control and tell everyone else what to do. Communicate. If someone else has already taken charge, let them. If nobody has, step up.
  • If you’re doing cardiac compressions and getting tired, say so. Someone can swap with you.
  • Establish from day 1, or even at the job interview, who you can call for support if you can’t handle something on your own. It’s fine to not be up to doing a GDV or caesarian surgery on your own when you’re green, but you need to know what you’re doing until support shows up.
  • If you are doing CPR and getting nowhere, you probably can’t make it worse by giving more adrenaline. After all, technically the patient is already dead.
  • Humane euthanasia is sometimes your only valid choice.
  • Learn to recognize what owners see in an emergency over the phone. Sometimes the 'constipated cat’ is actually a blocked tom desperately trying and failing to urinate.
  • Above all, do not panic. You can, in fact, do this.

Traps for new Vets, part 1

Traps for new Vets, part 2, Euthanasia edition

anonymous asked:

Family Feud: Mick Jagger, Kirsten Stewart, John Travolta, Diana Ross and Liza Minelli (don't know the other 2) Am I the only one who's seeing a common factor here? 👀

I just wanna know what was up with giving “mick” a green carnation.


Here are some better pictures of this fuzzy poster I finished coloring. Naturally, when there’s a giant astrological poster with no colors, it should turn into Homestuck.