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Finish Your Antibiotics

I’m sorry, this isn’t Jojo at all but I think I’ve had it for today. As a pharmacy tech, I’m tired of hearing “Well, I started to feel better so I didn’t finish them.” I always knew this but now as a Molecular and Cellular Biology major, I not only know why but how. If you’re willing to heed my advice from the title, good; be on your way. If you need to know more, keep reading.

It’s widely known–to some extent–that not completing a regiment of antibiotics can result in resistant bacteria, or even super bacteria.

But in an infection, you already have resistant bacteria lurking. Not taking antibiotics doesn’t literally create resistant bacteria. So how, then, do the antibiotics take care of the resistant ones?

A lot of antibiotics aren’t bacterialcidal: They don’t actually kill them. Many inhibit growth by some mechanism depending if the bacteria is gram negative or gram positive. For example, penicillin inhibits growth by disrupting the formation of a peptidoglycan layer on gram positive bacteria. Others target the LPS layer on gram negative ones. This keeps the non resistant bacteria at bay. So what kills the resistant ones? Your immune system. Antibiotics buy time and energy for your immune system to recognize and destroy the resistant strains. Your immune system is intelligent in that sense and can form antibodies for new illnesses. It’s important to give your immune system this time because bacteria grow, mutate, and transfer genetic material at astonishing rates. If you wanted to look at a microcosm of the mechanics that go into evolution, you’ve got it with bacteria. 

There are three methods aside from binary fission in which they transfer genes (I won’t get into the minutia of the form of informational material): Transformation, transduction and conjugation.

In transformation, a bacteria can pickup lost genes from a ruptured and dead cell.

Transduction is a way to transfer information via a viral vector.

In conjugation, genes are transferred through something called a pilus: It’s a bridge between two cells that pipes a copy of the information from one cell to another receptive cell and is the only method that doesn’t involve killing either cells. Resistant bacteria like to give around that resistance information like they’re burning a CD for their friends.

So please finish your antibiotics if you’ve been given them. It doesn’t matter if you’ve started to feel better or even great. Finish them.

(Hey science people, If I’ve missed anything or even got something wrong, help me out. There’s obviously lengthy stuff I’ve left out but I think I got the basics).

If Jungkook was a hyung, I wonder how Bangtan would’ve fare. Thank lamb skewers things are the way they are now.


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Dear Kurt

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written to you… Life’s been crazy. My mom… Well, she hasn’t gotten any better. I made friends, though. I still feel like I don’t belong with them, or that I’m fully a part of the group, but they do their best to include everyone and make everyone happy. They’re really great people. I got a boyfriend too. We broke up…
It wasn’t too long ago. It was a couple days before we hit 8 months, too. I had shared so much with them. It finally felt like I could be loved. I felt safe. But that all changed.
See, it all got bad one night. And I tried to kill myself. Luckily those friends I mentioned came to save me, no matter how much I told them not to. That I wasn’t worth saving. But because of that I’m staying with my uncle now. His wife isn’t at all what I thought she was. She’s nice and kind. Loving. I can finally see Sydney, Heather, and Jessica whenever I want without at least a month of planning. If you remember, that’s been my dream for a hell of a long time. But, back to the point. Because I’m about an hour drive away now, my boyfriend broke up with me. Saying that “it’s unfair to both of us”, “we never talk”. All of it. Everything that he said was an excuse. They didn’t want to try. Didn’t want me. Who would?
If you can’t tell it’s kinda fucked me up. Like everything I’ve been working for has all fallen apart. I hate my body even more now. I have so many days where I can’t stop seeing my imperfection and just obsess over them. And no matter how loud the music is, the thoughts are louder. It’s like I can’t shut up my brain. It always tells me how I’m fucking up. How I’m a mistake. How, no matter what I do, I’ll always end up alone. No one listens to me…
I had a friend… He was a stalker, and it made me very afraid. He wouldn’t stop touching me, even when I told him to stop. He would try to get information about me from my friends, and my boyfriend. He would also use them to get me to talk to him. He would freak out and jump to conclusions when I wouldn’t answer him. He scared me. But now the people closest to me are talking to him. Behind my back. One even met him, and didn’t tell me. The thing that tears me up she would have had to drive an hour to him, and we live in the same city. She didn’t even bother to come by and say hello to me. It’s like she didn’t care if I was there at all. I hate myself because of this. Because I’m such a fuck up. I’m stupid, and disgusting. A failure.
Fuck everything.
Kurt, I’m falling apart again. And fast too. Please let me keep talking to you. It feels like I can connect to you through these more than I can the friends that forget I even exist. I know I’m rambling on and on, and you probably don’t care. I hope you’re doing well where you are.

Until next time

ID #18312

Name: Melanie
Age: 19 (20 come this August)
Country: USA

My name is Melanie, and I currently live in the Chicagoland area! I am currently a college student pursuing a degree in musicology, with specifications in jazz. I do vocal performance, also, but am choosing to not actually include that in my degree (honestly, getting to auditions is just a total pain). I am indeed a huge, huge music person. It’s definitely one of my defining features; I collect shellac jazz records and archive them. My specialties are “vintage” jazz (1900s-1950s), rock n’ roll, classical, and alt. rock. I could talk about these things for hours. For the sake of others possibly being infuriated, if you’re an electronic, or metal fan I honestly may drive you up the wall.
I will disclaim now that I am a published author, but my book did not take off (to be fair, I was 17), and I will in fact try and put off anyone finding out the title for as long as I can manage! I say this all now as it always inevitably comes out, so likely fair to get it out now. That being said, I am also pursuing writing. I am a HUGE reader, so anyone who reads would be a major plus. My friend and I try to see who can read the most every summer. (She won last year, by the way. 35 books[!].) I love art, which I may like to use for a double major; I love animation. I am kind of a huge nerd; Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Pokemon, and plenty more are kind of my thing. I love film, too; my favorite film makers are Woody Allen and Wes Anderson, hands down.
Love people with a sense of humor, adventure, and plenty more! I would prefer to be doing snail mail, just because *PLEASE READ* I love sending THINGS in my letters (i.e. I make mix CDs - yes, I really am a product of the 90s - pictures, bits of art, etc.), so keeping this in mind, also be prepared for LARGE letters. Hope to make some new friends!

Preferences: I unfortunately am only fluent in English; please keep this in mind. I would prefer to keep my pen pals between the ages of 18-27, but if you’re 15 and up and REALLY would like to chat, I am flattered and would be possibly open.
I am very leftist, so if you are on the right, we may do better apart. I have strong opinions; I do not want to upset anyone!
Last things, I am looking for some deeper conversations as well, so keep that in mind. I also have been struggling with depression for a very long time, so at this point in my life, I am trying to keep positive. I say this in the kindest way possible: I cannot be a therapist. I myself am trying to keep up, so if you feel that you’re looking for someone to vent to all the time, I really am not the person. I want everyone to have the experience they want!

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ID #18312

Name: Melanie
Age: 19 (20 come this August)
Country: USA

My name is Melanie, and I currently live in the Chicagoland area! I am currently a college student pursuing a degree in musicology, with specifications in jazz. I do vocal performance, also, but am choosing to not actually include that in my degree (honestly, getting to auditions is just a total pain). I am indeed a huge, huge music person. It’s definitely one of my defining features; I collect shellac jazz records and archive them. My specialties are “vintage” jazz (1900s-1950s), rock n’ roll, classical, and alt. rock. I could talk about these things for hours. For the sake of others possibly being infuriated, if you’re an electronic, or metal fan I honestly may drive you up the wall.
I will disclaim now that I am a published author, but my book did not take off (to be fair, I was 17), and I will in fact try and put off anyone finding out the title for as long as I can manage! I say this all now as it always inevitably comes out, so likely fair to get it out now. That being said, I am also pursuing writing. I am a HUGE reader, so anyone who reads would be a major plus. My friend and I try to see who can read the most every summer. (She won last year, by the way. 35 books[!].) I love art, which I may like to use for a double major; I love animation. I am kind of a huge nerd; Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Pokemon, and plenty more are kind of my thing. I love film, too; my favorite film makers are Woody Allen and Wes Anderson, hands down.
Love people with a sense of humor, adventure, and plenty more! I would prefer to be doing snail mail, just because *PLEASE READ* I love sending THINGS in my letters (i.e. I make mix CDs - yes, I really am a product of the 90s - pictures, bits of art, etc.), so keeping this in mind, also be prepared for LARGE letters. Hope to make some new friends!

Preferences: I unfortunately am only fluent in English; please keep this in mind. I would prefer to keep my pen pals between the ages of 18-27, but if you’re 15 and up and REALLY would like to chat, I am flattered and would be possibly open.
I am very leftist, so if you are on the right, we may do better apart. I have strong opinions; I do not want to upset anyone!
Last things, I am looking for some deeper conversations as well, so keep that in mind. I also have been struggling with depression for a very long time, so at this point in my life, I am trying to keep positive. I say this in the kindest way possible: I cannot be a therapist. I myself am trying to keep up, so if you feel that you’re looking for someone to vent to all the time, I really am not the person. I want everyone to have the experience they want!

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Tadaaa!

  • *In November on Scorpius' Birthday - he's opening his presents while sitting on his bed at Hogwarts*
  • Scorpius: Thanks, mate. I'll use them at my next Quidditch match!
  • (he tries a bulky pair of goggles on and leaves them in his fuzzy hair)
  • Albus: Glad you like 'em! What's in the big package?
  • Scorpius: No idea. Father sent it. (gently he unwraps the package and reveals a heavy photo album, a letter lies on top of it. With tears in his eyes, he recognizes his mother's handwriting. Albus places his hand on Scorpius' shoulder)
  • Albus: Uhm, this looks personal. Should I leave you alone?
  • Scorpius: (after reading the letter) No. Please don't. It's a photo album my mother made about their travels. You're my best friend! There's nothing I would hide from you!
  • (together they open the album and stare at a nearly naked, only with leaves and body paint covered Draco and Astoria in front of a jungle scenery)
  • Scorpius: One. Word. One. Single. Word. And I'll tell Rose how you kissed her mother!

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An Open Letter to my Trans Siblings, Allies, and Everyone Else

Please read all of this. Please bear with me. What bothers me most about Carla Wood Alcorn is that it’s clear she loved her child, but due to her beliefs, she could not see beyond the lens of her own understanding. She could not acknowledge or even try to understand what Leelah was going through.

When she came to her mother to reveal her truth, her mother simply brushed it off. She didn’t consider that Leelah had been silently suffering her entire life to find the words and courage to be truthful with her family. Then finally when she found that strength, finally when she was able to say this is who I am, her mother acted like it was nothing.

There is no excuse for not engaging your child more deeply. You bring a child into the world and you should know full well that your beliefs, your dreams for that child are not important, lest it be for happiness, stability, and self love. What’s important is that you nurture your child’s inner world. You validate it. Even if you don’t understand it.

By continuing to misgender her daughter and make excuses for why she and her husband are good people, she is demonstrating one thing: that she does not love herself unconditionally and so on a deep level how could she ever be equipped to give her child the unconditional love she desperately needed to climb out of terrible dysphoria-wrought depression? The answer is, she could not.

And this is the tragedy of bigotry, the tragedy of misinformed beliefs—that they shape a person’s world so much so that truth and essence become alien, hidden from view. And that’s what her daughter was to her, completely hidden, completely invisible because that was the message she sent to her little girl when she came out, that it was just a phase, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that who she was on the deepest level was no more than a fantasy.

It’s not that they threw her in a dungeon and fed her scraps. It’s that they cut her off from the only world which could have welcomed her unconditionally, from the only world that understood the truth that one can look one way and BE completely different on the inside.

They cut her off because they truly believed it was the right thing to do. They truly believed they were protecting their daughter. And from what? A life of subhumanity? A life of deviance? A life of shame? But where did those beliefs come from? Where could they have learned that being transgender was shameful, deviant, or less than human? The answer is simple: culture.

It is our culture that fills small minded people with lies about diversity. It is our culture that teaches us that being transgender is wrong, that transgressing the gender binary is unholy and unnatural. It is our culture, with its deeply rooted archetypes of misogyny, gender anxiety, and toxic gendered imagery, that sent Leelah walking onto the interstate on the morning of December 29, 2014. It is our culture that made Leelah’s parents believe they were doing the right thing in dealing with their child.

There is no excuse for their actions. There are no words for the pain they must be feeling, and the pain that every one of us in the trans community is feeling in the wake of this tragedy. But it is important, if we are going to fight for virtues of compassion, nonjudgment, and acceptance to understand that the Alcorns were and are not bad people. It’s simply that they do not nor cannot understand their daughter let alone the wrongness of their own actions because their realities are shaped by outdated, poisonous beliefs.

Jesus said, “forgive them, for they do not know.” And now more than ever is the time to live that wisdom. Now is the time to recognize we are all wounded. Now is the time to come together in love, clarity, and acceptance. Now is not the time for fighting hate born of ignorance with more hate born of ignorance.

I am deeply saddened that even in Leelah’s death, even after a massive public outcry, Carla was unable to properly gender her daughter or recognize the validity of her struggle, let alone take responsibility for the fact that maybe she did wrong. But that is the unfortunate truth of unconsciousness—that people can commit the most heinous acts toward their fellow humans and not understand what they did wrong.

We must forgive. We must forge love and solidarity in our own hearts. We must demonstrate our humanity. I know we are angry. I know we are in pain. I know our wounds run deep. But there is a radical kind of love that exists in all of us. And now more than ever we are being called to pull forth that love and send it out to the world.

Because it is a universal law that we get out what we put in. So if all we’re putting in is anger and hate, that is what we will get back. Now is the time, when the world is watching, for us to demonstrate that deep down we are human like everyone else, and that we deserve as all humans do basic rights and opportunities to cultivate a happy, stable life. It is not too much to ask.

So we must rise, as Leelah would have wanted. We must stand together in love, as Leelah desperately needed. And maybe, just maybe, we will live to fix the broken society that killed our precious sister.

Thank you for reading,
Zoey

♥1k Thank You: My Love Letter to You All♥

Yesterday when I woke up I had hit 1k followers, and I literally gasped because I couldn’t believe it. I’ve been mulling over how I would celebrate/acknowledge this all day. I finally decided upon a (probably super lame) thank you post (ok so it is actually more of a narrative). So if you will forgive me one long text post (please don’t unfollow me for this dear lord that would just be the saddest irony of my tumblr existence), I just have some feelings about my tumblr journey that I need to express…

(If you actually “keep reading” this, bless your soul and I love you. Warning - It is long but I pretty much never post personal stuff on this site, so I figured it was time to open up to you all in case you care- which you may not. Hopefully some of you will because I mention a lot of you in it! IF YOU ARE ON MOBILE I AM SO SORRY BECAUSE THE READ MORE LINE PROBABLY WON’T SHOW UP AND THIS IS A HELLA LONG PLS DON’T HATE ME OMG)

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Hi potato head, so I’m like 12 to 13 weeks, depends on when you read this okay? and it’s almost father’s day here… So happy father’s day, I guess.

I went to my first ultra-sound without you, took Toby and she is a very supportive person I think she shall adopt your unborn child. Moving on I have bad news, we are having a plum, but there was a strong chance it would be a fruit since, you know. More news, it looks like a human now, sort of like and if I press my bump it probably kicks back, but I really can’t feel anything. My belly is starting to show and the doctor started to search for an heart beat and Adam you should have listened to it, weak but I swear it felt like I finally knew we are going to be parents and I swear that if you were here you would have cried.  Anyways, we can start telling people it’s safe now, you should start by all the females in your camp you know? And also tell them we are going to get married and we are having triplets just for fun okay?

I thought on writing and not really skyping this because it seems more romantic and I want something for our grand kids to sell one day and make people on the store believe we are some sort of very romantic cheesy couple, who had no choice but to talk this way due to bad internet connection, it shall be a story people will never stop talking about. I also sent this because you can’t really send a picture through a computer right? and hang it on a wall I think that’s what you guys do there? And if you can’t listen to a heartbeat at least, I got to give you a father’s day gift?  Bubbles and Pan send you a lick on the face, different sides because they are jealous. We seriously miss you and everything you brought home except the vegetables, nobody misses that. I also have been sending you letters since day one but you never said a dang about them on Skype so you better talk about the baby next time!

Love you like potatoes, keep safe, Apple Jerkins.

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Hey, im irin :) so im just here to post something kinda important for me. yeah i know its pretty long, but it’d make me happy if you guys just read this till the end.;) 

((DEAR COLE, DALTON, WILL, DANA AND GABE, PLEASE READ THIS)) 

i sent a fan letter to IM5 last year (december 9th). and making that fan letter took about 2 or 3 months bc besides preparing the fan letter, i had to play the guitar for school festival thing so i needed some practice sessions, and also had final exam for 2nd semester and blah blah. ugh being korean high school student sucks. it took quite a long time to finish that letter thingy, right? haha. it was the very first fan letter i’ve ever sent to im5 so i wanted it to be perfect. that would be one of the reasons why it took so long to be finished. i was kinda nervous too bc i couldnt stop thinking like ‘what if the boys dont like it? or hate it?’ anyway i designed it to make it look like twitter. and i wrote letters for every single one of the boys. also since i have a friend who’s really good at drawing so i asked her to draw fan art for each one of the boys.(sorry jill, i totally forgot to write one for you :( i’ll write you one later) the letters and fan arts. these are all ive prepared for the fan letter. so on december 9th, i finally sent it to the boys via EMS (its kinda like a international post delivery service haha.) i’ve waited for weeks to hear something like ‘weve got the letter thank you irin’ kind of message from the boys but it didnt happen so i was really worried about the mail delivery. since i used EMS to mail that fan letter i could track that mail so that i know what went wrong during delivery. i tracked it, and it said that the receivers address got changed and i was like WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON so i tweeted jill asking if she still uses the address i used to mail the letter (i found that address on im5’s official site) and jill said its still available. today, i tracked it again, and it still says the same thing : the receiver changed his/her address. ugh. im so confused and frustrated. what if my letter just got lost in the middle of nowhere and the boys can never receive it? This thing here may be just another ordinary fan letter made and sent by just another 5er in 5amily to you, but i put so much of my effort on this and it means a lot to me since i’ve never prepared a fan letter like this one. I made it with all my heart. this letter may be the very first and the very last fan letter i’ve ever sent to the boys since now im in the second grade in high school, which means i totally have no time to write a letter like this one. :( but i still dont know if the boys got my letter so im super duper worried about it. i worked so hard for this fan letter even though i was already pretty busy with school life and stuffs. i just want the boys to let me know whether they got this or (unfortunately) not. 

so, would you mind if i ask you to do me a favor? it would mean so much to me if you can spread this to the boys. then maybe the boys will notice this and tell me something. 

5ers, thank you so much for reading this and helping me out. i really appreciate it. you would never know how much your help means to me. thank you for taking your time to read this. thank you so much. love y’all, my precious 5amily.<3 

and, huge thanks to my incredibly talented friend for drawing the fan arts for the boys.:) x you know this means a lot to me, right? Love you my girl.:*  

((all of the photos are taken by me / im @watsonstruly_ on twitter btw [i was previously @EmmaMyGoddess] )) 

COLE, DALTON, WILL, DANA AND GABE IF YOU GUYS SEE THIS THEN PLEASE TELL ME WHETHER YOU GOT THIS LETTER OR NOT PLS <3

[TRANS] Eunji's Letter to MINEs

Hello? This is Park Eunji.
The weather has become colder. 
It’s a bitter winter in december that fill the emptiness in heart and mind.
I will tell you something that might can make all of you turn even more bitter.

From 2010/08/12 until now.. I only look forward as a Nine Muses (member).
Started with 9 members.. turn into 7 members.. and then 8 members.. and back to 9 members (formation again). We slowly jump over those obtacles, made a new experience, and strengthen the skills and I’ve grow bond with Nine Muses members.. but now I’m going to wrap up the 4 years of meeting with MINEs.

Now, after being one of 9, I’m going back to my personal life as one person who going take responsibility and handle everything by myself just like I were, before those 4 years. 

An eventful, and a memorable Nine Muses.
I always said “Let’s always be together!” to the members.. now I deeply apologetic to not being able to be together until the end.

I’m happy I could stand on the stage for 4 years,
I’ve become strong because 8 friends,
and thanks to MINEs, I feel warmth.

I hope we can comfort each other.. 
I’m writing this letter, when the white snow is falling down, and warming up the world.
Actually, when I have to write first sentence of a letter, when I run to open a door, and when I have to say my name during phone call, I used to say/write <Nine Muses’ Eunji>.
My tears are ready to well up in my eyes as I’m writing this letter but however I’m not regretting my decision.

First off, I want to open my eyes and ears to explore the world by watching a movie, read a book, and leave for a trip.. I want to spend ‘my own’ time. After that, I’m planning to do something and have a new start.
I still have a lot to know, try and study.

To those people who read this letter, please understand my decision, and please support whatever I’m going to do in the future,
And I hope a lot of people can continue to give a lot of love and cherish Nine Muses until the end.

Thanks to those who have been supporting and giving love to Nine Muses’ Eunji until now.

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Spin the Bottle (Part 8)

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Hello Golly fans,

I know everyone is hurting right now in light of the Tassie interview.  I hope this… helps soothe the burn?  It may not.  But here’s some Golly fanfic anyhow.  As always, a big thank you to my beta athingor3

Enjoy!

“Hey Holly-bear,” her father’s voice came through the phone.

“Hey, dad, how are you?” she asked, pleased to have him call.

“Oh, you know your old dad. Fit as a fiddle.”  Holly giggled like a little girl.  

“How’s mom?” she asked.

“She’s out gardening right now.  She says she’s going to have the nicest flowers beds on the street this year.” She could hear the pride in his voice. They really were in love and Holly always wished for that with her own wife someday.

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“I had wrote a letter saying how much I loved his music to his fan club. At the end I made a joke saying that if he ever read this letter to please take me to my prom since my boyfriend had just broken up with me. About a month later there was a knock at my door and it was him! He was by himself. No reporters no homies just 2pac Shakur at my doorstep. He came in and talked to me and my mom and my brother for about fifteen minutes and asked me if I had gotten a dress yet. I said no and he said he would take care of it and gave me $1500 in all hundred dollar bills and told me to get something pretty. Prom day came and he called and said to be ready. A limo showed up with 2pac in it and went straight to my prom. Everyone was going crazy taking pictures but we hung out there for about thirty minutes. We danced to about five songs then he said he had business to take care of kissed me on the cheek and left. I think the world lost a great person when 2pac was killed and I will always remember his kindness.”