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Black history month day 22: Renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carson.

Benjamin Solomon “Ben” Carson Sr. was born in Detroit, Michigan on September 18, 1951. When he was eight, his parents separated and he moved with his mother and brother to his mother’s sister’s home. Carson’s mother struggled with severe depression, resulting in several psychiatric hospitalizations and an attempted suicide. She was however very involved with her sons’ education, limiting their time watching television and requiring them to read and write book reports on two library books per week.

Carson had dreams of being a doctor since he was eight. He did well in school and scored very highly on the SAT for the Detroit school district. When it came time to choose a college, he narrowed the choice between Harvard or Yale, but could only for the $10 application fee for one school. He chose Yale after seeing them win a televised G.E. college bowl against Harvard. He received a full scholarship. Later he attended medical school at the university of Michigan and was excepted into the neurosurgery program at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.

Carson was the Director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Maryland from 1984 until his retirement in 2013. He was indisputably a pioneer in neurosurgery, his achievements including performing the only successful separation of conjoined twins joined at the back of the head, the first successful neurosurgical procedure on a fetus inside the womb, and the first completely successful separation of type-2 vertical craniopagus twins. He also developed new methods to treat brain-stem tumors and improved techniques for controlling seizures. At age 33 he became the youngest head of pediatric neurosurgery in the country. He has written over 100 neurosurgical publications and received numerous accolades, including over 60 honorary doctorate degrees, dozens of national merit citations, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian award in the United States.

SUPERNATURAL taught me that family doesn´t end in blood.

Originally posted by meshesti

SHERLOCK taught me that anyone can find a good friend.

Originally posted by sherlockjw

DOCTOR WHO taught me that everyone is important.

Originally posted by claramaximoff

But thank God school taught me how to find the side of a triangle.
Pining

Requested: The Reader is confident, cool - everything Reid isn’t. When she asks him out, he assumes she’s trying to be mean, and immediately rejects her, only to discover he’s completely mistaken. 


Pining: (verb) to yearn deeply, to suffer with longing.

That’s exactly what he feels. A deep longing, one that stings. He’s been pining after Y/N for ages now. She works alongside Agents Anderson and Sharp, assitsting the various BAU teams with their work, which means he doesn’t get to see her as often as he’d like. But god, when he does, that yearning hits him like a tidal wave, and he’s been drowning far too long.

Surely he’s not alone it the feeling though. Y/N is funny, witty, and confident. At any office party, she can be found in the middle of a conversation or telling a joke to a host of her colleagues. There’s a natural confidence she exudes, and that magnetic pull brings everyone into her orbit.

The good doctor is not immune to the effects of gravity.

Much to his surprise, she actually seems to enjoy talking with him. Weeks ago he discovered she had a love for all things superheroes and magic, much to the amusement and chagrin of Morgan, who listened to them ramble about it for nearly two hours.

“Don’t you two have work to do?” he asked, with mock annoyance.

“Now, Derek, I don’t recall Reid here asking that when you were discussing the office March Madness brackets in depth with me last week,” she replied. She winked, adding, “And if I remember correctly, we’re both still kicking your ass. That’s what you get for saying your alma mater would win it all.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Oh that’s how it is? Tell me, when’s the last time Columbia won an NCAA championship?”

Y/N shrugged. “Couldn’t tell you. Maybe you should ask our eighty-two Nobel prizes.”

He loved that easy confidence she had, the way she could laugh and the whole room would found themselves smiling too. The way she could tease people like Morgan so easily, and yet her jokes never felt mean-spirited. Effortlessly cool, he’d fallen for her hard. Head over heels, tripping over his own feet.

By the time he realizes it, it’s too late. Far too late. A girl like that could never like him. There’s no way she’ll ever look at him the way he glances at her each time he knows her head is turned. It is a secret he guards with the utmost care. If she found out, he’d be devastated. The rejection isn’t something he thinks he could handle. In high school – even in college – he fell for girls like her. It always ended poorly, and while he can tell she’s far kinder than those of crushes past, he doesn’t think she’s that kind, kind enough to feign interest in someone like him.

Geek. Loser. Nerd. Freak.

He can’t stand the thought of words like that falling from her lips, followed by a sharp giggle, the kind meant to create a wound, not a smile. So he pines in silence.

But months pass, and there’s never any teasing or cruel laughter. Something very different comes from her mouth, when she perches on the edge of desk and grins at him. “Hey Reid, what are you doing Saturday?” she asks. He says he has no plans. “Well, how would you feel about taking me out to see that new Logan movie? I’ll buy the popcorn.”

He tilts his head, confused. “Like – with the team?”

“No, genius.” A hint of pink tinges her cheeks, the first time he’s ever seen her blush. She’s beautiful. “Like a date. A real date, you know?”

Oh. That’s what’s happening. The words alight a fire in his chest, and everything is painted red for a moment. He’s been tricked again. How could be so stupid as to fall for this once more? No, scratch that. He’s not falling for it this time. He’s done putting up with being the butt of the jokes.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he exclaims. Y/N pulls away, startled. “How dumb do you think I am? A date? That’s really clever. Like I would ever go on a date with someone like you. I’m not giving you that satisfaction. Nice try.” He’s the one who laughs this time, a sound as sharp as a knife, looking right into her wide eyes as he does so.

“You could’ve just said no,” she whispers. Without saying another word, she jumps off of his desk and runs out of the room. Likely shocked by his unexpected answer. He turns around with a huff, trying to sift through the anger and betrayal he feels from her.

She decided to make fun of him, in the meanest possible way she could. She knows of his past failures in relationships, the bullies he faced in school, and she’s decided to throw all that trust in his face. Maybe it was a bet. Who would’ve put her up to it? Morgan? Anderson?

“Agent Reid? Do you know where Y/L/N is?” Gina Sharp has come over, carrying a stack of paperwork.

“Why are you asking me?” The question comes out a little too gruff, and Sharp frowns.

“Well, I mean, she said she was going to see you. To ask you out, I assume. She swore she was finally going to do it.”

Reid spins around in his chair to look at Sharp, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. “So what? Were you involved in that? Does the whole office know she was trying to pull a prank on me?”

“A prank? Agent Reid, what on earth are you talking about? She said she was going to ask you on a date. God knows she’s had a crush on you for ages, she never shuts up about it when we’re together. I mean – she did already ask, didn’t she?”

He swallows hard, acutely aware of his heartbeat thudding in his ears. That can’t be right. That just can’t be right. There’s no way. “Wait – she – she was serious?” Sharp nods, and he bolts up from his chair, brushing past the agent as he runs down the hall, swearing under his breath.

She was serious. The girl of his dreams actually asked him out, and he thought it was a mean joke. If there’s a god, he prays it’s not too late to fix this.

The door to Garcia’s office opens, and when Y/N steps out he practically crashes into her. “There you are!” he cries. “I need to talk to you!”

She clenches her jaw and shoves her hands into the pockets of her cardigan. “I don’t really want to talk to you right now,” she says, her voice soft. This woman, this enchanting whirlwind of a person has never looked so vulnerable. And he knows that it’s his fault she seems so sad.

“Please, just hear me out. Y/N, I’m sorry for what I said. I thought you were joking. I – I thought it was just a mean prank. You know I haven’t had good experiences with romantic relationships, and I just never thought that someone like you would ever want to be with someone like me. That’s all. I’m really, really sorry. But I’ve liked you for so long, and nothing on this planet would make me happier than to go out with you. You have to believe that.”

“What I can’t believe is that you actually thought I was someone who would do something so mean! Reid, we’re friends! We’ve been friends, you know me better than most people do. I would never hurt you like that.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” he says, so desperate to get the words out that he trips over them as he tries to speak a mile-a-minute. “I know. But you’re so cool, and so confident. You’re everything I’m not – I’m weird and annoying and unattractive, and you liking me goes against all odds and all explanations. The math was never on my side, so I assumed the only possible outcome was that you weren’t genuine. I am sorry. Really.”

Logic has ruled his life, and all logic said his feelings would never be returned. He would be left pining until the end of his days. People like her don’t end up with people like him. When he ran the numbers, they didn’t add up. No theory ever led to a happy ending for him. It’s completely irrational. And yet, here she is.

She walks towards him, so close he could reach out and touch her. “I’m not some experiment, Spencer.” Her use of his first name sends a thrill down his spine. “I don’t fit into equations like that.”

“I know,” he murmurs. They stand in silence, and he can feel himself getting lost in her eyes. A rush of longing overtakes him, and forgetting where he is, he moves half a step closer. Another irrational thing, as he reaches to cup her cheek, to press his lips to hers in the way he has wanted to do for longer than he cares to count and just as they’re about to touch –

She steps back. Reid opens his eyes, dismayed, but finds her smirking at him, eyebrows raised. “Not so fast. I’m still mad at you.” Starting past him towards the bullpen, she turns around to add, “But I should be over it Saturday. In case you’d like to try again.” Before disappearing around the corner, she winks at him, and the air around him warms by ten degrees.

The promise of Saturday is enough to restore hope. Somehow, the most irrational thing in the world has happened to him, but he welcomes further paradigm shifts if it means that the universe has finally decided he’s allowed to be happy. Saturday is still three days away. Each time she glances his way, he can see it in her eyes, in every coy smile she gives him. Three days. She certainly intends for him to suffer with longing for the weekend to come.

He doesn’t mind pining. Not anymore, knowing that he won’t be lovesick much longer.

Saturday can’t come soon enough.

4

 Alex Kingston Appreciation Week, Day 1 – What was your introduction to Alex Kingston?
      ↳  as River Song in Doctor Who 

“Almost everyone will make a good first impression, but only a few will make a good lasting impression.”
- Sonya Parker

here’s an aspect of self-dxing that is almost never brought up:

there are physical illnesses that mimic the symptoms of mental illnesses and are often misdiagnosed as such. (e.g. ibs and hyperthyroidism mimic the symptoms of bipolar disorder, chronic fatigue syndrome has similar symptoms as chronic depression, epilepsy and psychosis are often misdiagnosed as each other etc.)

now i don’t think this means that self-dxing is bad. quite the contrary. it is so very useful for many people. and it can help so many people. not everyone has the support system that can give them access to medical treatment, not everyone can afford psychiatric help, not everyone is old enough to seek help and parents can be so dismissive, not every doctor is helpful or good at their job. not everyone wants a professional psychiatric evaluation. but i do think people should try researching chronic physical illnesses when they’re researching their mental illnesses. bc the coping methods used for a neurodivergent person may not work for a chronically ill person and vice versa.

yikes-my-face  asked:

Bc I'm a sucker for angst and hurt and comfort was bby Hunk ever bullied in elementary school? I bet Daddy Keith would put a stop to it with his best sidekick Daddy Shiro!

[The Voltron Family] Hunk was a happy kid. He finally got adopted and he had two amazing daddies who loved him. Not to mention two siblings who were both lovely. They were a few grades down below him so their rooms were never near each other in school. It was Recess Time so lil Hunk pulled out his lunch box and took out his snacks: six slices of homemade butterscotch, one chicken and egg sandwich and one box of cold chocolate milk. He looked at it in delight and decided to dig in.

Classmate #1: Why do you have so many food?
Hunk: *puts down his sandwich* Oh, it’s because—
Classmate #2: IT’S BECAUSE HE’S FAT! *laughs while pointing at him*
Hunk: *frowns* Daddy Keith said I’m healthy. 
Classmate #2: That’s what they all say! *rolls eyes*
Classmate #1: Your mommy is overfeeding you.
Hunk: I don’t have a mommy. I have two daddies.
Classmate #3: Ewwwwwwww, that’s yucky! *makes weird noises*
Classmate #1: *laughs* I have a mommy and a daddy! Are you jealous?
Hunk: I’m not. I told you I have two daddies. 
Classmate #3: *approaches him* Maybe that’s why you’re weird. *grabs a butterscotch and eats it* You have a weird family. That’s why they overfeed you. That’s why you’re fat. No one loves fat people.
Hunk: *almost teary eyed* That’s not true! 
Classmate #3: This butterscotch tastes weird. Maybe I should get more to find out if it’s really delicious. *gets another one*
Hunk: You give that back to me! Daddy Keith baked that one for me!
Classmate #3: *munches* Hmmmm. Nope. I need more. *gets more*
Hunk: *teary eyed*
Classmate #3: *munches while raising an eyebrow* You could use less food.

During dinner that night…

Keith: Hunk, do you need more mashed potato?
Hunk: *shakes head* No, I’m okay, Daddy Keith.
Keith: You sure? You haven’t eaten a lot tonight.
Hunk: *smiles* Yeah, I’m sure! I ate a lot in school this morning. I’m not hungry.
Keith: Really? I just packed your usual one though?

That night, Keith came down to grab a glass of water when he saw little Hunk by the fridge. He had it opened and he was just staring at it. He reached out his hand to grab a banana but retracted it quickly. He closed the fridge and left. Keith went back to the master bedroom and woke Shiro up.

Keith: *taps Shiro’s arm to wake him up* Something’s wrong.
Shiro: *opens sleepy eyes* W-what? Are we being robbed?!
Keith: No. Even worse.
Shiro: *quickly sits up* *in defense* Did someone get murdered?!
Keith: Yeah, it’s my baby. *frowns* Someone murdered his love for food.

The following day, Keith and Shiro made it a point to be free and meet up at their children’s school. They met up at the parking lot and nodded in understanding. They slowly made their way to Hunk’s classroom, it was recess time. And they could see their child looking sad just eating his banana. The other kids teasing him and getting all of his brownies. Calling him names.

Keith: *eyes widens* What the shit?
Shiro: Keith. *holds his husband’s arm* Don’t do anything too drastic.
Keith: My child is being bullied for loving food, Shiro! What the hell? First it was with Lance being bullied for having two daddies, and now Hunk? What’s it gonna be for Pidge now? Why does this keep happening to our children? People don’t know jack shit of what we do to raise them properly in a very friendly environment. What do they think we do at home? Show them the homo ways of how to—
Shiro: So what do you want to do?
Keith: *huffs* I’m going to enter that room and tell them they’re idiots.
Shiro: Keith. 
Keith: I’m going to enter that room and do something. I can’t just stand here!
Shiro: You’re really hot when you get so fired up and ready to commit murder for our family. *smiles* It’s really cute.
Keith: You bet I am ready to commi— *realizes what Shiro said* What the hell? Stop flirting with me! I’m angry! 

That was when Shiro entered the room and everyone looked at him.

Shiro: Good Morning, children. I’m Doctor Takashi Kogane.
Keith: *from the outside* What the—
Hunk: *eyes widens* Daddy—
Shiro: *hush gesture* *winks at Hunk* Today I’m going going to tell you about the food pyramid! 
Classmate #1: But why? You’re not our teacher. *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: I’m not. This is a special occasion. I’m here on special request. 

Then Shiro lectured them, about proper eating and how to eat healthy.

Shiro: *points at Hunk* That cute little boy over there. Come here.
Hunk: *nervous* *stands up*
Shiro: Now. Look at this boy. What’s your name, sweetheart?
Hunk: H-Hunk.
Shiro: *smiles* Hunk. Lovely name for such a lovely boy. So now, if I could just call in my lovely assistant. *looks out at Keith*
Keith: *slowly enters the room carrying a Tupperware
Shiro: This is Keith and he’s carrying brownies. *turns to Hunk* Hunk, sweetheart. How many brownies have you eaten today?
Hunk: *shakes head* N-none.
Shiro: *gasp* None!?? That’s not good at all! *turns to Keith* Keith, love. Give this poor boy your brownies. 
Keith: *smiles* *hands Hunk brownies*
Hunk: *takes them and eats them*
Keith: How do you feel?
Hunk: *smiles* Good! C-can I have more?
Keith: Of course. 
Shiro: They’re all yours now for being brave just being in front here with me. *turns to the children* If you look at Hunk, he has the perfect body of a healthy boy. Everyone should be like him and pretty much eat like him. Now remember kids, eat food and don’t bully people who have more appetite than you. Don’t call them fat and other stupid names. It’s going to hurt their feelings and will affect how they eat. Chances are, they’ll live longer than you. *winks*

When they were leaving the school grounds, they heard someone running and they looked back to see it was Hunk. He glomped at them and hugged them so tight while crying. 

why do all you people, and I mean the fandom AND the new writers, insist on bringing out Harley’s good side like she’s some kind of saint? I love Harley precisely because she’s a sly fucker who wanted to make money writing best-sellers out of her patients’ mental illness. She was an opportunist who desperately desired a life of glamour, and going with the Joker, besides an entire world of pain and abuse, gave her exactly that: she was finally in the limelight, outside the ordinary, going down in history. That was pretty much clear since the start in her characterization??? So why is everyone and their cousin pretending she was the Good Doctor TM or that she gives a shit about people ouside her inner circle? Harley used to be funny and cunning before being squeezed into the role of another boring antihero that has nothing to do with her characterization. If DC wants so badly to prove they can write what they believe to be “”””empowered women””””, what about trying show that women can be manipulative and ambitious too? That they can be horrible and selfish? I just don’t get it.

today i have started the 10th season of doctor who and i??? kind of enjoyed it???  

Alison and the Master are escaping

Another chapter of my first Scream of the Shalka fanfic, The Accidental Ambassador, is up at AO3. In this excerpt, Alison and the Master are discussing their inevitable departures from the TARDIS.

…”But when you have gone and I have seen you off safely, then nothing will hold me here. I am already planning a means to transfer my power dependency from the Doctor’s TARDIS to Scintilla. Once that is accomplished, I shall depart.”

“When I’m gone?” This time she does start up. “Are you kicking me out?”

“No, my dear, I am not.” The smile he gives her is distant. “I only meant that I know you will not stay forever.”

“I guess not. I’ve got to…um…go out…back into the world sometime.” Even as she admits that she must, she feels the inevitability settle down around her, just as the Magister said. This is untenable – the two of them trapped by their own fear on a ship with someone that can’t trust. Just as the Magister will escape when he is ready, so too will she. Neither of them can support much longer confinement by fear. As afraid as she is of mind-fucking outside, she fears that her mind will be further fucked up by fear if she stays. The thought of going makes her fairly tingle with terror, but the thought of staying gives her a lethargy as of death.

“And you will do so when you are ready.”

“Yeah.” Alison meets his eyes. “And I’m gonna be ready soon.”

Supernatural taught me that family doesn’t end in blood.

Sherlock taught me that anyone can find a good friend.

Doctor Who taught me that everyone is important.

Merlin taught me that social ranks don’t mean everything.

Harry Potter taught me that everyone is unique.

Hannibal taught me the best cuts of meat on a person.

But thank god school taught me how to find the side of a triangle.

why american horror story is the prime alternative to superwholock

“but supernatural has ghosts!”

“supernatural has demons!”

“supernatural has witches!”

“supernatural has charlie, a queer woman!”

“supernatural is diverse!" 

"doctor who has aliens!”

“doctor who has a lot of strong female characters!”

“doctor who has lesbians!”

“sherlock is about solving crimes!”

“sherlock has an accurate representation of people with ptsd/who have been traumatized!”

“supernatural/doctor who/sherlock have diverse story arcs for every season!”

“the actors in supernatural/sherlock/doctor who are hot!”

So this week is  for a Healing spell. Requirements of the activity  were no materials or tools used. You can do the whole thing without either although I have thrown in a few notes where you could get a “deluxe” version of this spell with the use of some add ins but those are not necessary.  This is in three portions. First step is a mental meditation/visualization.  Second step is a self massage. Third step finishes it off with a rest period. Also I got a lot, like a lot a lot, wordy with my instructions. Apologies.

Uses
• Specific Ailments
○ Bruises, Aches, Sprains, Internal discomforts, colds, any minor ailment where you’ve done what you can to heal and now you just need to sit and wait it out.
• General health
○ If you are just feeling a bit under the weather
○ You fell fine but would like to stay that way
• Mental Health
○ Help ground you in your body  if you are feeling a bit disconnected
○ Calm your mind as you calm your Body

Not Good for
• Skin conditions such as acne or sunburn
• Open wounds
• Wounds that should not be touched or manipulated in any way

As  always this is not meant to replace professional medical advice. You should always first consult your physician regarding any problems physical or mental and follow their advice.  I am in no way a health care professional and any claims of efficiency are from personal experience only.  Please do not do this if it causes you any pain or discomfort. If at any time it contradicts your own logic regarding what is safe for you, stop the activity, if it contradicts what a medical professional has told you, please stop the activity. Physical and Mental health are both very real and important issues that should be taken seriously  this is for an added boost only once you have already followed official avenues of healthcare. This is for self care purposes and your mileage may vary. /end disclaimer

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