#CTE personeli

[partybarty]

Commentators need to learn to shut up. Your job is to give me fun facts and stats; describe what is happening on the field so that I learn players names; and give actual analysis.

[rotting-pest]

Why are kids so inmature? (rant)

So the story is, we have an assignment to draw the organs in the human body right? Yeah. So Nm.1, I cant draw humans, so I just drew it as a cartoony human. Turns out 6th and 7th graders don't have filters ig. "ITS BAKUGO GUYS!" "That anime character goes hard." "How are you gonna do the brain? *Scoff*". Like????? Can I work on a project in fucking peace? Like tf? Anyway, Nm. 2, so I wrote in here that we draw all the organs, but we don't exactly have to but a body drawing with only the lungs, heart and smth else but obviously its gonna look empty in the stomach. So I asked to draw all the organs and was given permission. So I was doing that and as I was drawing the female reproductive system (uterus or wtvr) the teacher came over and told me not to draw it. Apparently kids are to inmature to handle the human body organs. Im just concerned for when they give us fucking sex ed. Anyway. Just wanted to rant about that.

[mxxnkirby]

something that makes me sad is that i dont know if this is my paranoia or not but every once in a while when things are REALLY bad i think about CTE and how it cant be diagosed while the victim is still alive so even if i think i might have it, that doesnt matter. theres no treatment for it anyways

[blueiight]

wait ppl think im older than i am not cuz im washed but bc i dont infantilize myself? aww

[addictt-with-a-pen]

all the limited edition vinyl that I ordered that came in today!

[nationallawreview]

Multiple Concussions Result in Greater Cognitive Deficits

A new study published in the Journal of Neurotrauma examined the lifetime traumatic injury and cognitive domain deficits following traumatic brain injury. Most interesting for those representing clients who sustained mild traumatic brain injuries is that the number of prior mild traumatic brain injuries and the role they play in affecting one’s cognitive abilities. The study examined the…

[doctapuella]

artist: gvf

song: lux aeterna/metallica

album: countdown to extinction? i barely know any megadeth & i'm curious. totally not just bc dave mustaine is pretty 👀

gvf

Do I know them already?: yes | no 

Favourite Song: edge of darkness & my way soon

Least Favourite Song: absolutely nothing

Favourite Album: from the fires

Least Favourite Album: nonexistent

Song that got me into them: heat above

Seen Live?: no it would physically kill me

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 

metallica - lux aeterna

couldn’t finish it | not my thing | it’s fine | I could get into this | ooo I like | oh hell yeah | fuck this is some good shit | there aren’t even words, this transcends words 

countdown to extinction

Opinion on cover design: it is certainly descriptive in terms of the album title! though in a different way than the title song itself is, which is kinda cool.

Favourite song: symphony of destruction & high speed dirt

Least favourite song: nope

Underrated track: also high speed dirt

Overrated track: no clue, i love all the ones that are talked about a lot

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 

[forsleepless-nights]

Somedays I understand. Somedays I’m filled with more anger than my body can hold and I have no idea what to do with the excess.

“The lights flicker in the hall and then you’re gone again. Nothing was ever the same”

[sayitwithsarcophilus]

Concept: Horus Heresy real-world AU (I hesitate to call it "mundane") where the Emperor and his sons are a professional wrestling family. (As that is another milieu suited to OTT drama between very large men with humorously on-the-nose names and thematic gimmicks.)

You could go the Lighter and Softer route in which everyone mostly gets along fine backstage and the big tragic drama is strictly in-the-ring, but tragedy-plagued wrestling families have plenty of precedent if you wanted to parallel canon events more closely.

[datchu]

Bro should i do a following spring cleaning cus i just got a JK ROWLING appreciation post from a MF BTS FANARTIST i used to follow

Stanning bts and min yoongi and being transphobic at the same time girlie you chose to struggle in life huh

[fideidefenswhore]

@falconqueen

I definitely understand grasping at straws to explain 1536, especially wrt our convo re: Anne's coronation, it seems so far out of left field that such a thing could happen...but I don't think CTE (which is real and horrible) is the magic puzzle piece.

yeah, i mean...i think it could explain susceptibility to paranoia, aggression/rage, but not so much infidelity. 

[plussizeficchick]

Hey guys.. so interesting factoid about me; I like to watch wrestling. I mean, tune in every week, watch the PPV’s, buy the merch type of fan.

Soo, let’s talk about Pro Wrestler!Bakugo

At first, he had no interest in it, he wanted a more rugged sport like football, but after his mother saw one too many players get CTE, she immediately pulled him from the sport.

He was angry at first because dammit, he’s not like those other extras on the field! But alas, to save himself an earful, he quit the sport as a two-time Super Bowl champion.

But he needed something else to let his aggression out. Something heavy-hitting.

That’s when he found pro wrestling.

At first, he was shit, he can admit that. He didn’t know how to run the ropes, he wasn’t with the high-flying shit and making people tap out didn’t satisfy his needs. That’s when he found his real fighting style.

Brawler.

He likes to beat people up. He likes pummeling his opponents into bloody heaps until they’re too far gone to even stand. And he especially likes the shiny belt that gets thrown over his shoulder after every title defense.

But nothing, nothing, compares to the cute, chunky commentator that sits at ringside.

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, the way you try to shit on his matches and promos, and he knows it’s hard! He’s incredibly charismatic and he has the chops to back it up.

He corners you one day before a show, “Hey, Chubs. You got a problem with me or something?” He presses you. You’re a bit caught off guard and he uses that to back you up against a wall. “Cat got your tongue? Funny how you always seem to have something to say out there but when it’s just us…” You cut him off, pressing a firm, manicured finger into his chest. “Listen, asshole. I actually do have a problem with you. I think you’re full of shit. You walk around like you own the place, when the only reason you got your spot in the company is by kissing the boss’s ass. So yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem with you.” You storm off, muttering incoherently under your breath and fuck, Bakugo doesn’t think he’s ever been harder than he was right then.

The following week you’re the one cornering him in the hallway. “What the fuck is this?” You angrily shove the papers in his face. Bakugo smirks at the papers, “I see you got the news.” “No shit I got the news, what the fuck are you trying to do?” You press. Bakugo stands, towering over you. “Easy, Princess. All I told them was that I’d want to work with you more. I didn’t think they’d put us together. But then again, why wouldn’t they want to keep their top guy happy?” He’s smug, the bastard. And you want more than anything to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Fine then.” You grab his hand and lead him to his personal locker room. “If we’re gonna do this, I want it to look real.” The smirk drops from his face as you toss the door open. He follows behind you and locks the door when you instruct him to. Since when did you start telling him what to do?

By the time he turns back around, you’ve already made yourself comfortable on the large sofa. You removed your jeans and panties, tossing the lacy garment his way. “I want you to eat me out, Champ.” Fuck, you’ve got him hooked already.

He makes his way over to you, getting on his knees to breathe in your delicious scent. His mouth is practically watering as he sucks hickies onto your thighs, eager to finally dig in to what he’s been denied so long. You thread your fingers through his ash blonde hair, slightly tugging. “Hurry, ‘Suki.” You whine. He wants to hear you beg more, but he knows he’ll get the opportunity to later on.

He dives right in, lapping up your juices before sucking your clit into his mouth. You gasp at the feeling, bucking your hips up against his face. He’s messy, he spits on your cunt before lapping it right back up along with your juices. “Fuck, ‘Suki. S’good. Please.” You cry out. “Please what, Princess? Gotta tell me what you want.” He mumbles into your cunt. “Fingers. Please. Want your fingers, baby.” As much as he wants to deny, the pet name does something to him, he can’t help but comply.

He coats two fingers in your essence before slowly pressing the middle one inside, curling the finger in search of that special spot. You whine at the feeling, cunt clenching around him. “Gotta open up, baby. Gotta let me stretch you out for my cock.” He coos at you, his voice a striking contrast to how he sounds when he addresses the masses. It’s then that you come to the revelation that he only addresses you like that. He’s never loud, never aggressive when he’s with you. You don’t know why, but it has your cunt dripping that he’s only like that with you.

He slides in another finger, working you closer to your orgasm, and when he finally puts that heavenly mouth back to work, you feel your cunt spasming, core clenching as your orgasm washes over you. He milks it for all your worth and keeps going, and before long you feel another orgasm rush through you, though this one feels more different than the first.

“‘Suki, wait! I’m gonna-” “Cum, cum for me again, baby. Want you to soak my face.” You cry out as you cum for the second time that night, squirting all over Katsuki’s face. You grind your cunt against him, his nose bumping your sensitive nub. He lets you ride it out, before finally pulling away, your juices dripping from his chin. He licks his lips before pressing a fiery kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself.

You hum at the taste, but you’re eager for the real star of the show. You pull at his belt, signaling that you want his clothes off, and who is he to deny you? He takes off his pants, but unlike you, he keeps his shirt on seeing as the show was going to start soon. His cock bobs up against his abdomen and the tip is a pretty shade of pink, with a few veins along the sides. Of course he has a pretty dick.

He runs his cock along your cunt, bumping the tip against your clit a few times before slowly pressing inside. He sets a steady pace, checking to make sure you're okay before increasing his speed. Before long, the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and fuck, you’re a sight. Your face is flushed, with pretty tears streaming down your face, he can’t help but want a taste, tongue licking your tears before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth. He’s close, so fucking close, but he needs you to cum for him again.

“Cum f’me, baby. Cum for your champion.” And you do, your cunt clenched around his cock as you cum for a third time. You’re spent, but you want to feel him cum, want to feel him inside you during the show. You squeeze your cunt around him, eager to coax his orgasm from him. “Cum f’me, ‘Suki. Cum f’me, baby.” You know what the name does to him. Something so simple, yet so domestic just gets him ready to spill inside you. And he does, after a few more thrusts he’s cumming, the feeling of his seed filling you feeling so good, so warm.

You both stay connected for a moment, before you start to giggle. Bakugo’s head perks up at that, before joining you with a slight chuckle. “How long do you think before they realize we’ve been dating?” You ask, a dopey smile on your face. Katsuki kisses your cheek before answering, “I’d say a few weeks. You know I can’t keep my hands off you for too long. And now that I get to love on you in front of everybody, fuck yeah I’m gonna rub their noses in it.” You chuckle before pushing him off of you. “Alright, get me a towel. Show’s about to start.” “Yeah, you’ve got like 10 minutes.” “‘Suki!”

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[puckpocketed]

i just hate when players do this and people call them “warriors” i know you wanna play in the playoffs to help your team but YOUR FINGERS ARE LITERALLY BROKEN MY GUY THEY COULD NEVER GROW BACK TOGETHER THE RIGHT WAY im crying

my poor cringefail wifes i love them all so much i hope they all take the rest they need

GOD I hope they get rest too :((

breaking soooo much character right now to give my fullest take, and it’s that we can hold multiple ideas in our minds and i don’t think they conflict

playing through injuries is terrible.

They are whole adult human beings and professional athletes who have resources to keep them informed about long term consequences, and they still get to make those choices even if we hate the choices they make. Even if those choices drastically reduce the length of their career. Even if those choices end with long term heath complications.

i might lose some people on this one but i don’t care!! it’s what I believe: being disabled or chronically ill/injured/in pain is not a death sentence. it is not the worst thing in the world. people live full and happy lives whilst also being disabled. can it suck for the person living through it? yes. absolutely. but to me, people are not and never will be defined by how able-bodied they are!!!

All of this is true (to me) and also we can still condemn the circumstances that cause them to make these choices. (culture of not wanting to be seen as soft, the normalisation/valorisation of playing through injury, all the other [gestures wildly] forces at play that set athletes up to make these decisions) Like i’m sorry to get political but choices do not exist in vacuums. sports does not exist separated from hegemonic models of masculinity or capitalism. there are so so so many reasons a player might choose to harm themselves by playing through injury and not all of them are noble or valid, some of them are stupid and informed by bullshit!!! and we should be mad at that bullshit!! because it’s awful!!!!

these are their jobs, and i’m talking in the sense that they are performing labour and i think labour laws and workplace health and safety must apply here too. I think we have to start talking about these things in terms of workers rights, in amongst all of the compassion we have for them as players. there’s the pressure to perform due to contract status and salary bonus milestones; there’s team doctors having direct conflicts of interest, a monetary and cultural incentive to look the other way when clearing people to play; there’s the plain fact of the best possible safety equipment (cages/bowls, neck guards, cut resistant protective gear) not being mandatory; the blatant denial of CTE coming from the league itself. there’s a lot. and it’s a workers rights issue, not just a moral one. someone will play through xyz because of the culture, because of the pressure, and they will die from it.

EVEN STILL. there is beauty and narrative resonance and something compelling about it all, and I don’t want to deny that. as someone looking from the outside in, sports captures people’s hearts because of these narratives. sacrifice and teamwork and triumph — we have an appetite for these things. I am never going to sit here and deny that I feel compelled by it (which is simultaneous to the anger, the fear, the deep deep well of “i’m sorry you have feel you have to do this”) This appetite I/we as a society have for pain — unpacking it and addressing it is a whole other conversation and I am not qualified to have it. I’m just going to acknowledge it exists because I think pretending it doesn’t would be dishonest of me.

we are allowed to feel fucked up about all of this. call it parasocial, call it entitled, call it inappropriate, i don’t know!! we are people and knowing other people are in pain tends to fuck us up — and as much as I try to keep a healthy distance from these celebrities, as much as I remind myself they’re strangers, I care when they’re hurt because I’m human.

anyway. YES OUR POOR CRINGEFAIL WIVES 😭🤲

[incorrectmlpstudentsixquotes]

Ocellus: We’re getting closer and closer to graduation day, so it’s high time we all start looking at college.

Sandbar: Um, Ocellus? I think you mean ‘colleges’?

Ocellus: Don’t be a stupid, Sandbar. That would imply we’re not all going to the same one!

Sandbar: Oh, this is going to be a whole thing, isn’t it?

Gallus: Why are you so obsessed with making sure we all go to the same college?

Ocellus: (chokes out Gallus) Because I don’t like changes to my environment.

Gallus: Alright! Understood! Put me down! I don’t like choking in this context!

Ocellus: (letting go of Gallus) Now, while it is important we go to a good school, it’s also important we all go to a school we’re all capable of attending. So I have selected Manehattan University.

Cozy Glow: M.U. is actually one of my fallbacks.

Ocellus: BE GRATEFUL I INCLUDED YOU!!

Ocellus: Now then, some of you could do with raising your grades. I’m not gonna name names, but Sandbar and Silverstream.

Sandbar: I’m present.

Silverstream: And I’m a gift!

Ocellus: Sandbar, I took one look at your GPA and promptly threw up in my mouth.

Sandbar: Yeah, it, uh… It does that.

Ocellus: We’re gonna get you on adderall and hope it sticks. Don’t ask where the prescription comes from, I have people. Silverstream?

Silverstream: (batting eyelashes) Yes, Mommy-Celly?

Ocellus: I am literally not a miracle worker, we’re gonna hack the school’s mainframe.

Silverstream: Yay! Crimes!

Ocellus: Smolder, your best hope is pursuing an athletic scholarship through cheerleading. Are you familiar with the terms CTE or ACL?

Smolder: Nope!

Ocellus: Let’s keep it that way. Now go practice jumping off of high places and trying not to break your neck.

Smolder: Bitchin! I do that already!

Gallus: Y’know, Ocellus, I hate to be that guy, but I was actually thinking of taking a gap year-

Ocellus: (pimp-slaps him) Go ahead. Say it again. I flipping dare you.

Gallus: You know what, higher education sounds great all of a sudden!

Ocellus: And if I ever hear you say different, I’m going to staple your beak to your paws and sell you as a tchotchke!

Gallus: Hahaha, I do not feel safe…

Ocellus: Believe in the schedule, my friends! We’re all going to die on the exact same day at the ripe age of 81 after spending our lives in a six-person completely non-sexual polycule!

Swift Foot: (poking her head) Can it be seven?

Ocellus: Maybe! I’ll look through the schedule and see if I can fit you in!

Swift Foot: Yes! Take that personal demons!

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

been learning about CTE (chronic traumatic encephalopathy, aka the thing football players and other contact sport players, as well as first responders and the military, are especially prone to)

and because all paths in my brain lead back to Batman right now, i started wondering if this would ever be a concern to Bruce. obv in a comic book universe we don't (usually) need to worry about permanent injuries (and comic writers aren't typically medical experts lol). and Batman in particular has too much plot armor to be at the mercy of Human Mortality

but like, what if??

Bruce went to medical school, yeah? even if he's no neurological expert, i'd imagine hearing the reports on the correlation between contact sports and CTE might make him consider taking steps to reduce the risks. adjusting his fighting style to keep his head as protected as he can.

the thing is, paranoia, violent behavior, and delusion are some of the prominent symptoms. and uh -glances at Batman's everything- an argument could be made that he's been had CTE, if we ignore how he's able to keep his high intelligence and perfect recall

but! in a world where he's concerned about how taking too many hits to the noggin could lead to literal brain rot, he might even go so far as to fund research into preventative care or even inventing something to reverse the damage/rebuild brain tissue and neural pathways. (the Lazarus Pit could technically serve here, but watch out!)

another sadly common effect of CTE is a personality change for the absolute worst, leading to some horrifying domestic abuse (and murder/suicide, in the more extreme cases). once Bruce adopts Dick, i can see this becoming a bigger concern. what kind of hero is he if his night life causes his brain to deteriorate to the point of harming the kid he promised to protect??

and then there's funky comic book science and alien tech once the Justice League becomes a thing. take too many hits to the head? off to the Watchtower with you to take a dip in non-Lazarus-healing goop!

anyway this is just a train of thought that kept me entertained for a while. like, it's not advisable to apply real medical science to comic book universes, but it's interesting anyways!!

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

this most recent game changer is SO good though truly ??? like the way that everyone was immediately like oh i love granma sweetie :) (correct take) and brennan trying to make everyone think it’s rekha meanwhile rekha is plotting how to be a table. like it’s so incredible it’s perfect

i'm enjoying this so much, i love that dropout is pretty much a closed circuit so they can run so many inside jokes throughout the shows. rekha and jess liking each other's humor so much was so cte because they are super close, and then zac and grant guessing ally for everyone because they are constantly exposed to ally's chaos ljfskjs

i love that brennan was the only one with a plan to impersonate a coworker trying to impersonate someone else, that's the strategy. also love how grant did not try to hide his real personality in the slightest.