welcome to the wagon


Mike Pence’s neighbors stand up with “This neighborhood trusts women” signs

  • Mike Pence’s neighbors rolled out their welcome wagon this week, planting NARAL Pro-Choice America signs in their lawns reading, “This neighborhood trusts women.”
  • According to DCist, some of the signs have even cropped up in front of the house directly across the street from the Pence family’s $6,000-a-month rental.
  •  NARAL’s communications director Kaylie Hanson Long told the outlet that the organization’s intention was to make their message crystal clear — and unavoidable.
  • “Part of our charge following the election is making sure that Mike Pence knew just how off base he was with the majority of Americans when it comes to abortion access,” she said.
  • “The best way to let him know that is to go literally right to his door step and tell him.” Read more
Dear Nurse; Thank You

Thank you to the nurses who work alongside us all year round, thank you to the nurses who are there to support new nurses, whether they are graduate or transitioning to the unit. Thank you to the nurses who share their knowledge, ideas and clinical care without muttering criticisms under their breath. Thank you to the nurses who remember what it was like to be new.

Thank you to the nurses for doing what you do every day, despite feeling burned out - unappreciated, overworked, tired of the monotony, exhausted before the shift even begins, and barely standing by the end, all with the expectation to paste the nurse face on and be the welcome wagon, the expectation to people please and mediate all day or all night long - thank you for showing up every damn day, even though you’re broken down on the inside, thank you for going on without the recognition of how important ordinary work really is.

Thank you to the nurses who aren’t afraid to stand up for their patients, their fellow nurses when something just doesn’t “feel” or “look” right, thank you to the nurses who persist until something changes - thank you for being the change agents at a frontline level leadership will never see or truly acknowledge until it’s recognized and planted in front of their faces with a “complimentary” letter. Thank you to the nurses who just go on every day, with this ordinary work, knowing the best recognition is a patient well taken care of, or honest feedback by coworkers in the trenches who understand - truly.

Thank you to the nurses who are working holidays, without making other nurses feel guilty that they have to do it since we all have to do one holiday or other, thank you for what you’re doing - taking care of other people’s families on days you’d honestly rather be at home with yours. Thank you to the nurses who make Christmas and Hannukah special for the patients who are devastated by injury, infection, disease, depression,  loss, or pain, thank you for creating an environment or moments where they feel they are special, thank you for making them your whole world for a day, a little less alone.

Dear fellow nurse…thank YOU


Fire, Fire Everywhere….

The Ghoul’s at the Junkyard got a visit from the Welcome Wagon today.  John Paul Jones decided to sit everyone down around the campfire and tell the new neighbors the story of how the Ghouls came to be.   Much to the neighbors horror, John Paul concluded his story by setting himself on fire to demonstrate his immortality.

Once the new neighbors had fled in terror at the sight of a fully immolated Ghoul, and the horrific stench that comes with it,  John Paul decided to take a rose petal bath to relax and clean up.  Somehow I’m thinking all the roses in the world won’t clear the stink of burnt Ghoul flesh from the air.  In fact, I hear ole John Paul had to take two baths to wash all the charred flesh off.

Not moments after concluding his bath, and changing into some fresh duds, John Paul grabbed a slice of the heirloom fruitcake, and proceeded to set himself ablaze yet again.  He claimed he didn’t care for the temperature of the fruitcake.  This time the only casualty was a Freezer Bunny Rave Rug.  Once he finished his flaming Fruitcake,  John Paul extinguished himself and left for work, as though nothing was amiss.  There was a big protest planned in Nukecrest, which John Paul was anxious to lead.

Literally moments after John Paul walked through the Junkyard gates on his way to work, another fire broke out in John Paul’s container. Thankfully,  Typhoid Mary and Tommy Lee K. were on hand to extinguish the blaze.  Shortly after,  Dr. Frank Enstyne set to work installing Fire Prevention units on all of the containers at the Junkyard.  Probably a good idea too, nobody enjoys the smell of burning Ghouls.  Not even Ghouls.

New Adventures - Chapter 3

Synopsis: Now that you’ve had a fight with Negan, it’s time to figure out your own way around the Sanctuary. And that begins with finding a guy named Dwight.

Author: negansdirtygirll.tumblr.com

Characters: Negan, Elizabeth (My OC), Arat, Dwight

Word Count: 2,385

Warnings: Cursing, eventual smut, masturbation

*Don’t forget to read the other chapters! The masterlist is HERE.

Originally posted by wifeofjohnalden

As you stalked away from Negan, you couldn’t believe what an absolute asshole he was being (and you didn’t mean it jokingly this time). It was incredible what an ass he was to you just because you told him you didn’t want to be his wife. His ego was clearly out of control. You were furious.

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anonymous asked:

so i may or may not have been inspired to try and write some uliro because of you and boss.


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  • Liberal: Vote Clinton so Trump doesn't win!!
  • Leftist: I suppose there's a sound argument that we don't want to see Trump and Pence roll out the welcome wagon for proto-fascist organization or see the Left crushed further into obscurity. For tactical reasons, sure, it may make sound sense to use what little political power you have to help prevent a neo-fascist upsurge.
  • Liberal: Exactly! Vote Clinton and conform to democrat hegemony once she's in office! "Resign yourself" to Clinton and then fully support her starting in January! Yaaassss Queen!!!!
  • Leftist: What? No. She's complicit in the bombing of innocent people abroad and she helped expand the Prison Industrial Complex in the 90s. She's everything that's wrong with the neoliberal imperialist capitalist status quo. Vote for her as an insurance policy against a Trump presidency if you want, but help us organize an anti-establishment opposition to her and capitalism once she gets into office.
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i’m picturing rory and paris as a couple tho

and like. there’s a charity race in stars hollow and rory hates races and running, but she does like supporting the town so she signs up and gets sponsors at work, where people have not been watching her be Not A Runner for the past thirty years

and paris isn’t a runner, either, obviously. but the first time rory calls it a ‘race’ instead of a ‘charity run’, something in paris snaps. something that has been dormant since way back in college, or maybe even high school, and that something is competition.

so paris signs up for this event and everyone in town starts preparing for the onslaught of hurricane paris (even people who have never met paris; there is a pamphlet on rory and paris in the welcome wagon given to new residents; it demonstrates that paris is Not Like rory and to be Very Afraid). luke shuts down the diner for the entire long weekend, taylor plans long-delayed renovations for both the market and the soda shoppe, andrew moves to woodbridge.

in preparation for the race, rory follows a very modest training schedule. her only goal is to not literally die. paris, though. paris pushes everything into overdrive. anything rory does, paris does harder. and this is one of the reasons rory fell in love, so she finds the entire thing endearing. paris dives facefirst into everything once she makes her choice (rory included…dirty).

and then race day comes! after a grueling four-and-a-half K, paris cramps up. she can hardly move her left leg at all. the entire thing is utterly dramatic and paris insists that rory go on without her. like, greek levels of drama, is what i’m getting at here. you would think paris was achilles with a shot heel instead of a grown woman with a charley horse.

instead, rory grabs her around the waist and hobbles paris the last half kilometre to the finish line. neither of them win, but rory comes in dead-last place, after her hobbled wife, and that’s really all paris wanted to begin with.