they should have totally kept this in

The Ephebians believed that every man should have the vote (provided that he wasn’t poor, foreign, nor disqualified by reason of being mad, frivolous, or a woman). Every five years someone was elected to be Tyrant, provided he could prove that he was honest, intelligent, sensible, and trustworthy. Immediately after he was elected, of course, it was obvious to everyone that he was a criminal madman and totally out of touch with the view of the ordinary philosopher in the street looking for a towel. And then five years later they elected another one just like him, and really it was amazing how intelligent people kept on making the same mistakes.
—  Terry Pratchett - Small Gods
Shipping classmates-imagine your OTP
  • so yesterday my class and me went on a schooltrip to Paris to go to some kind of museum about the french monarchie and what they did in their freetime. At one point of our vistit, the guide lead us into big and classy looking ballroom or something, dimmed the lights, started playing music and said we should get a partner and dance. And during that little ball i heard two of the boyd
  • s, who are like best friends, say to each other
  • Dudebro 1: Bro, should we dance?
  • Dudebro 2: Only if I get to dance with you, Bro
  • Dudebro 1: Of course, Bro. Anything for you!
  • Dudebro 1 & 2: start to slowdance to the music.
  • Me: -sees and films the whole thing- That's so cute! I can totally imagine my OTP doing that! But i still have no one to dance with.
  • In the end i just kept on watching these two guys and two girls slowdancing with each other in a #nohomo way and was lonly for the rest of the ball in the corner of losers, losing my shit over OTP-feels

oxymitch  asked:

Hello there! There are questions I like to ask....What would happen to the coma patient(s) when there's a power outage on not only the hospital but also the nearby areas of the town/city? And since the coma patient is kept alive by machines, would he/she die when the power is out? Also, what can the hospital staff do during the power outage for the coma patients?

Hey there @oxymitch​! Thanks for the ask! This is an interesting one :) 

First: I’m going to assume that your situation is going to last more than a couple of days, that they’re going to be isolated, and also that it will happen with no warning. Why? Because that’s the model I have to build an answer on. 

Easy ones: If the backup generators work, the power stays on, and the patients will be fine. If the loss of power is transient, less than a few hours, staff can be used to take over the machine functions in the short term. If the hospital has notice and they think they’ll lose power, they can actually transfer out their sickest patients to other facilities. Even if they lose power but the hospital is still accessible, they can request transfers for their sickest patients. Critical care transport units will transport those patients as far as needed to get them an ICU bed somewhere. 

Now, let’s look at the truly catastrophic scenario, because of course we should. 

So, first things first: hospitals have backup generators. As long as t he generators work and have fuel, your hospital will generally function in its usual manner, excepting that they will not permit surgeries in case of a total power failure. 

However, these generators are typically kept at, or even below, the level of the hospital, and flooding can knock these out. It happened in New Orleans during Katrina and I believe it happened in New York during Sandy, with a couple of major hospitals closed due to flooding. 

Let’s assume the power goes down completely – the worst possible case. Worse, help isn’t coming or can’t arrive any time soon – the true disaster scenario. Ambulances can’t get there by ground, all the air support is tied up on other missions or the storms are too bad to fly a helicopter. 

So, what happens to the coma patient in the ICU? Honestly, their outcome isn’t going to be great, and they’ll likely die. 

Ventilator-dependent patients require a machine to breathe for them, with very specific settings: volume, pressure, PEEP (positive end-expiratory pressure, essentially the “pushback” from the vent), etc. If the machines go down someone has to ventilate them manually, squeezing a bag 10-20 times a minute, indefinitely. It ties up staff that could be utilized in other places. Hell, that staff member can’t even leave the room for five minutes to pee

The other big issue is that IV pumps go down, too. Most IV pumps have some battery life, and some will last for hours, but many – especially those that are used strictly in-hospital, and have batteries only to get the patient to the bathroom and back – won’t work after 30-180 minutes. So the medications that are keeping most ICU patients alive won’t flow, and getting correct doses by drip – by pure gravity and the graces of a drip set – is next to impossible, especially in the dark. 

So these patients – many of whom are on 3, 8, 10, a dozen medication drips (plus their ventilator), are in deep, deep shit. 

[There is an  ABSOLUTELY PHENOMENAL podcast] about what happened in a hospital in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina, based on a book [Five Days at Memorial by Sheri Fink]*. The hospital lost power, lost backup power, were isolated, lost radio contact, kept hearing stories about looting. They were surrounded by water and couldn’t leave. And, surprisingly quickly, the doctors began to euthanize. 

Their logic was this: these patients need machines to breathe for them, to pump them full of medications. Hell, most medication dispensers – the mini-pharmacies on units – absolutely require power to dispense any meds at all

These patients were going to gasp to death without ventilators, or were going to drown in their own fluids from heart failure, or meet whatever end the ICU was barely keeping them from. So doctors decided to give big doses of fentanyl and midazolam – a painkiller and a sedative – and ease their patients’ suffering once and for all. 

Right or wrong, the intent was kind. Right or wrong, their actions probably meet the legal definition of homicide. (Right or wrong, we do this for our pets all the time.) 

The concept of triage is about the greatest good for the greatest number. A fictional hospital might make the choice to allow all ventilated patients to breathe on their own – or not, but to not give them any support. That frees the staff up to save the patients they know they can help. Save who you can, and let go who you can’t. This is done in disasters every day by EMS. 

I’m not saying what happened at Memorial was right, or that it was wrong; that’s not my place. (The NPR podcast goes into that at length.) I’m just saying that it happened, and that you might find it an interesting reference point for your story. 

Hope this helped! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Small Towns (Part 1)

A/N: I figured i would put this up on my blog as well. I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all-around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

Word Count: 5,574

A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate. But then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order was almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six. A look of terror fell over Lou’s pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

He winked and disappeared again into the kitchen already shouting orders from behind the double doors. I turned and started towards my table, already digging in my bag for my book. I slid into the booth facing the LED “Open” sign in the window and kicked my feet up onto the cushions across from me, my nose buried in the book.

Fifteen minutes went by before my reading was interrupted by the toddler screaming his head off two tables over. He was fighting with his older brother over the cheap box of crayons that the waitress had apparently only given them one of. I flashed a sympathetic smile to mother who was desperately trying to hush her children. She glanced around the diner meeting the eyes on her when an apologetic look. The bell above the door rang once more and a familiar shape stepped into in to the diner with a brunette following close behind.  

“Shawn!” I heard Lou call from the Kitchen before the two silver doors swung open. I sunk deeper into my chair resisting the urge to look at them. “I was beginning to think you fell off the side of the earth!”

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A/N: This is actually a Part II to this Imagine but I guess you can read it without having read the first part too. It was requested by @dark-night-sky-99 and I really liked the idea, so I decided to give it a shot right away. Have fun!

Words: 2793
Warnings: smut

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@ marvel: stop ending your events with ‘oh if only they had talked to each other, then all of this could have been avoided!’ or better yet, stop making your heroes fight each other for dumb reasons. or better yet, stop making your heroes fight each other. yeah, yeah, i’ll settle for that last one.

paladins as fake deep statements from my classmates

Pidge: Aristotle once said, I have but one life, so I’m going to need y’all to shut up for one moment of it

Shiro: death is like a cappuccino and God is ignoring my order

Lance: I can fit a total of 4 fingers in my mouth and no one can stop me and I think that’s pretty neat

Hunk: anxiety is like a beehive. I kicked one by accident in the third grade and they swarming, no one helped! They just kept coming

Keith: there are two ends of a knife, but usually only one side will cut you, you should check which side

Small Towns

A/N: I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate, but then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now, Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order as almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six as. A look of terror fell over his pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Lou was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

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You know what show is fucking amazing and like no one apparently knows about it?

Extreme Ghostbusters

It was the 90′s sequel series to The Real Ghostbusters, the animated series in the 80′s following the movie. Egon is the only Buster still bustin’ (with Janine of course) and teaches Paranormal 101 at the local college, and recruits his 4 students as the new team.

And look at these fucking characters:

From right to left bc Egon’s in the way:

Roland

Black dude, crazy book smart especially about engineering and science, looks after his troublesome little bro a lot, super nice guy, really charitable

Eduardo

Hispanic dude, street slick and known for being kind of a jerk & slacker but is actually a sweetie, brother is a cop and there’s a whole conflict explored there, is totally in love with:

Kylie

Goth chick, cool and witty and all about that occult ghosty shit, full of trauma (including a Real GB experience with the Grundel), was mostly raised by her great grandmother (now deceased) after her parents divorced, lives alone now with her cat, kinda has a crush on Egon

Garrett

Disabled dude - wheelchair bound since birth, comic relief, athlete, claustrophobic, wants to have a son and teach him how to use a wheelchair, fell in love with a moleperson

So not only does this program have a beautifully diverse cast, they also address major issues like racism, antisemitism, peer pressure, ableism, feminism, some classism, greed, etc etc etc. (admittedly some critiques are presented as jokes, particularly the ableist stuff)

But like this show was exciting, had interesting animation, is so totally 90′s, kept the GB train rolling, and had all these awesome unique characters and episodes that we are looking for in media? and it’s for kids so extra good on that?? 

All episodes are on Youtube, seriously I think people should watch and love and spread

(also the theme song rocks)

(oh also there’s a two-part arc with all the Real Ghostbusters there too)

Bellamy Blake imagine: My Queen (Part 2)

So here’s the part two of my imagine. Hope you like it…

Part 1

Summary: Reader gets back to the camp and Bellamy decides to take care of her wounds. Then he apologizes and finally tells her what she really means for him. Two of them then make up.

Word count: 2054


Originally posted by killianjonez

When I had woken up feeling that someone was carrying me I panicked, but then I remembered what had happened. I tilted my head to look up at Bellamy, who hadn’t noticed that I was awake, till I hadn’t shifted a little in his arms so I could see our surroundings. Just then I realised we had just reached the camp and we were already surrounded by the night.

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does this make sense? | 10 (m)

• pairing: min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi
genre/warnings:  romance, fluff, slight angst, mainly because yoongi is an over dramatic bitch lmao, heavy petting, slightly mature content??? i mean there’s mentions of dicks, so… 
• words: 10,394 
→ summary: You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | + | ✓

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Different Intentions

Summary: Mick asked you to teach him how to hunt, saying he should learn it at some point. Only when the hunt goes wrong he tells you his true intentions.
Requested by Anonymous

Words: 958

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Originally posted by netflixandcastiellll

Warnings: injuries, blood mention, patching someone up

A/N: Please not that I totally made the AWD up. I just figured the BMoL might have something like that if they have an AVP


You had just been preparing for another vampire hunt as you noticed Mick standing in the armory, looking at some of the weapons. You didn’t think much of it, so you just kept packing up what you needed.

When he was still standing there as you finished you just stared at him for a moment. Why was he still there?

“Mick? Are you looking for something?” you finally asked, figuring there was no other way to find out.

“Oh… I was… actually looking for you,” he answered and looked at you.

“You know I’ve been just a few feet away from you and you’ve been standing there for minutes, not doing anything,” you quirked a brow and waited for him to give you a good explanation.

“You seemed busy and I didn’t want to interrupt you,” Mick sighed a little.

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“I just didn’t think you liked me like that. I felt I was out of your leauge….” Reader in disbelief from Tyler’s confession. - @bbella85


Title: Leagues Are For Baseball, Not Love

Tyler x Reader

It was kind of an ominous question; “Can we talk?”. You couldn’t remember a time where that phrase ever meant a good thing, so it really worried you when Tyler asked you that out of the blue. Everyone was out to lunch except you and Tyler. You both were busy working on one of Mark’s infamous secret projects. 

Can we talk? The question bounced around in your head as you turned in your swivel chair to face Tyler. “Uh, sure. What’s up?” You hoped you sounded casual. You stood as he started walking toward you. Had you done something wrong?

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I have something to tell you and I don’t know how to say it other than bluntly.”

You nodded slowly “Oh. Okay, go ahead.” Was he going to throw you off teamiplier? Was that why everyone else was out? Did he find out about your silly crush on him? Were you too obvious?

You fidgeted with your hands, waiting for him to say something.

“I have feelings for you.” Tyler confessed. Your whole face felt hot as you processed his words. You didn’t expect him to keep going but he did. “I hope that doesn’t make things between us weird. Like, if you just want to be friends I totally understand or if you never want to talk to me again I get it. Or maybe I should just stop talking-”

“I just didn’t think you liked me like that.” Your stomach flipped as you spoke. “I thought I was out of your league.” This couldn’t be real, this had to be a dream. 

Tyler’s eyebrows rose, “Out of my league? I don’t have a league.”

“Oh come on, you’re smart and kind and inspiring and handsome and I’m just me.” You rambled. You kept your gaze down towards your shoes, too shy to look him in the eyes. 

He stepped closer to you, his fingers brushed under your chin to tilt your head up. The way those blue eyes looked at you, how didn’t you notice it before? “I like you because you’re you. You make me smile like no one else can. I like you because your eyes light up when you get excited and I could listen to you talk for hours and-”

You leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours. His hands rested gently on your hips as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“So am I safe to assume you like me too?” He asked, smiling at you.

You kissed him again. “What do you think?”

When your husband and you both agree “this baby totally sucks” and you feel dread for the whole process, it’s not time for you to have children. The twins kept Lane from living up to her potential (vapor rub tour, etc). I don’t know why ASP wrote the whole show so pro-life. Sherri should have aborted, Lane should have aborted, Sookie should have aborted her third child. It’s not some taboo subject.

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Written for @spnpolybingo​. This fills the “Dean x Lisa x Sam” square.

Summary: Dean knows he’s going to leave Lisa the second Sam comes back. But maybe he doesn’t have to.

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! Another first for me! XOXO


Dean’s lying on the couch downstairs when Lisa tells him he can have both.

He’s been sleeping down here since he saw Sam, because he can’t be in the same bed with anyone else now. It had taken him a long time to get used to her next to him, too small and too soft, and seeing Sam had undone any progress he’d made in less than a second.

So he’s folded onto the couch, cramped and sweaty and thinking about Sam, when she pads down the stairs and sits down on the coffee table.

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i found the most awesome supportive show on german TV by pure accident. (I have been watching it for a while now, but no matter)- this show has (CANON) homosexual and bisexual characters, also characters with PTSD, depression, issues with reading/understanding other people’s emotion and responding to them… and none of them are played as jokes. None. No harmful comments, no sarcastic undertone happening. I am so happy about this.

It’s called „Betty’s Diagnose“ (engl.: Betty’s Diagnosis), a show about 3 female nurses working at a clinic, dealing with their own lives and problems… and the problems and illnesses of their patients.

For example:

They had a male cancer patient who was at the clinic for chemotherapy who didn’t actually wanted to get said treatment, even though his partner insisted he should. The episode didn’t focus on the fact that he was homosexual, but on how he and his partner weren’t communicating as they should in this situation. (He did agree on the treatment in the end and he and his partner talked stuff out)

And something that made me personally really happy was the episode that featured a trans boy, who would possibly face the horror of stopping to take T because of a possible treatment for a sickness he had. The nurses and doctors all respected his preferred pronouns and were very gentle with him. This episode also featured his unsupportive father (who kept misgendering him in front of the doctors, nurses and his wife), who in the end got a stern talking to from one of the main characters and apologized to his child and showed a start of support. (He didn’t have to stop taking T in the end, I was so happy! ;v;)

WHERE WAS THIS SHOW ALL MY LIFE??? <3

Note: You can watch all the episodes on this youtube channel (in German, sadly no English subtitles) and you should totally check it out! :D

Edit: And don’t forget the reoccurring moment of the one really hot male nurse walking by (in slow-mo and with music in the background) and everyone, of any gender or sexual orientation, close by watches them with a dreamy expression on their faces until they are out of view. One of the nurses has given him the nickname “Dr. Love”. ;D