#St. An’s hospital

[hes-striker]

At St. An’s in the Sloth Ring

Striker steps into the clinic tucked away in a sleepy corner of the Sloth Ring’s hospital — St. An’s. The receptionist barely glances up, too engrossed in a slow-moving crossword puzzle to take much notice of him. He lets out a sigh of relief, figuring this visit might actually go off without a hitch.

But just as he’s about to sit down, he catches sight of two familiar figures: Moxxie and Millie. His eyes narrow, a flash of annoyance crossing his face as his hand instinctively moves to his holster.

Striker: Well, ain’t this a nice little reunion. *He sneers, drawing his gun and holding it steady on them.*

Moxxie flinches, his own hand darting to his weapon. Millie, with her usual fire, follows suit, eyes blazing as she positions herself in front of Moxxie protectively.

Moxxie: *Glaring at Striker, his voice taut.* What the hell are you doing here, Striker? Didn’t take you for the type to visit the doctor.

Striker: Funny, I could ask the same about you two. *He smirks, though his grip on his gun is as steady as ever.*

Millie: *scoffs, her eyes not leaving him for a second.* And what, exactly, does a lowlife like you need with a doctor?

Striker: *his smirk fades slightly, though he doesn’t lower his weapon.* None of your damn business. Just keepin’ to my own, like you oughta be doin’.

The three of them stand locked in a tense standoff, the sounds of the quiet clinic and the oblivious receptionist in the background only amplifying the tension.

Millie: *Her voice steady and dangerous.* We don’t have to make this messy, Striker. You could just walk away.

Striker: *chuckles, though there’s a hint of strain in it.* Walkin’ away ain’t usually my style, darlin’. Besides, you think I’m just here on a friendly little visit?

Moxxie: *narrows his eyes, his suspicion mounting.* Why are you here, Striker? Last I checked, you weren’t exactly the type to keep up with… routine check-ups.

Striker: *gaze hardens, and he gives a slow, bitter smile.* Guess people change, huh? *He shifts uncomfortably, realizing he’s not about to give anything away to Moxxie and Millie. But with them blocking his only exit, he’s cornered.*

Millie: *Tilting her head, catching his discomfort.* You look like you got somethin’ to hide.

Striker: *snarling slightly* Don’t flatter yourselves. I’ve been in worse situations. *He glares at them both, lowering his gun just slightly.* How ‘bout you two mind your own damn business and let me get what I came here for?

Millie and Moxxie exchange a glance, both unwilling to back down but curious enough not to pull the trigger just yet. After a beat, Moxxie lowers his gun, though she keeps it within reach.

Millie: Fine. But if we catch you causin' trouble again, don’t expect us to go easy on you. You’re lucky we’ve got other priorities right now.

Striker: *grumbling* Fine by me. Would rather not have to deal with the likes of you anyway.

Receptionist: Mr. Striker! The Doctor will see you now!

With a final glare, he shoulders past them, making his way deeper into the clinic, though he can feel their eyes boring into his back. He’d gotten off easy this time, but he knew they’d be watching for him—and that this secret of his wouldn’t stay hidden forever.

[morganbritton132]

The person who knows Steve the most is Tommy. The party is annoyed every time they are confronted with this fact, because sure. They know Steve’s favorite songs and his hair care routine, but Tommy knows that too. He also knows that Steve is allergic to aspirin.

Nancy and Jonathan are standing in the middle of Melvin’s arguing about painkillers because neither can remember what Steve asked for, and decide to just grab one. They all do the same thing anyways, right? Wrong.

Nancy barely has the bottle off the shelf when it’s grabbed out of her hand, “Wow, Wheeler. Breaking his heart isn’t good enough? You wanna kill him now too? Get Tylenol.”

Steve calls Dustin up and is kinda whiny until he agrees to go to his house and watch movies. He doesn’t want to do this. He makes it clear that he doesn’t. Like, an hour and a half in, there’s a knock at the door.

It’s Tommy with a birthday cake that his mom made and insisted he drop off. Dustin didn’t even know it was Steve’s birthday. They’ve known each other for two years.

Tommy is roaming the shelves as Family Video, rolling his eyes about Steve befriending Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and a band geek and how loudly they are just dicking off at the counter. Theyre snacking on brownies Robin brought in, and then he hears a wheeze.

Then panic. Then the thump of a body on the floor. Then without even thinking, he’s pulling an epi-pen out of his pocket and jabbing it into Steve’s thigh. Of course his ‘friends’ have no idea about his peanut allergy. Of course.

Steve has the presence of mind to blurt out, “Is that expired?”

“I don’t freaking know!” Tommy snaps, and then snaps his fingers in front of Steve’s face when his eyes start to droop. “Hey, stay awake until the ambulance gets here.”

“Am’lance?”

“Yeah, the ambulance,” He says, turning to Steve’s friends. “You did call an ambulance.”

And Eddie and Robin are like, “Yes” as they slowly back up to go do that.

[lucascsinclairs]

Max Mayfield in Stranger Things 2 | Chapter Nine: The Gate

"Told you. Zoomer."

[sexhaver]

definitely one of the most difficult moments of my professional career was when i was doing tech support for [REDACTED]'s automated biomed research lab and like. hang on lemme greentext this

>tell them i can fix this issue in half an hour with a remote support session (aka Teamviewer)

>"you want to... control our computers???? over the internet????? like some kind of HACKER???????"

>their IT submits my request to upper management and after two weeks they reluctantly allow me to get remote access to their systems

>by logging into a virtual machine using a 20-digit password and then using a specific program inside of that virtual machine

>while sharing my screen with someone from their IT team the entire time

>finally get remote access to the PC with the issue

>go to open log files to start troubleshooting

>ERROR: User does not have read permissions.

>what the fuck

>ask their IT guy why it's saying that

>"...because we don't want you looking at our stuff, duh?"

>take deep breath before calmly explaining that i need to open files in order to fix their problem

>IT guy submits my request to upper management

>after another week i go through the whole process again but can actually open the log file this time

>cool, it's exactly the issue i thought it was and i know exactly how to solve it

>open the relevant settings file, change a single number, hit Save

>ERROR: User does not have write permissions.

>what the FUCK

>ask IT guy how i'm supposed to fix their system if i can't change literally anything on it

>takes 20 minutes of arguing to get him to admit that maybe i need write access

>he submits the request to upper management

>a week goes by

>upper management denies it

>says i can just verbally tell the IT guy on the call what to type and he'll do it for me

>deep breaths. deep breaths.

>start third remote session

>go to open the relevant .log file in notepad, which isn't the default program it opens with for some reason

>they fucking disabled right clicking

>[REDACTED] has a $118 billion market cap btw

>manage to walk the IT guy through using the command line (which he had never seen before and was scared of) to edit the relevant file

>three weeks go by

>new support ticket in my inbox

>"why didn't your fix fix this completely unrelated issue?"

>they still won't give me write access

>VP of [REDACTED] yells at me in our weekly meeting for taking so long to fix a third unrelated issue they never submitted a ticket for and is also not actually an "issue" but an intended feature of our software that they don't like

>i went to college for this

[fishareglorious]

Remember that all of chapter 1 and 2 happens in the span of 2 days.

Vertin met Schneider for that short of a time (on Valentine's Day, no less) and managed to have to most whirlwind goncharov ass doomed tragic could-have-been with each another in prohibition era Chicago; has to watch her almost die in her arms; ends up traumatized by oranges because her; then goes into a actual coma after watching her actually die in her arms.

Tender is the Night? WRONG. more like Painful is the Night.

I'm never emotionally recovering from this im suing bluepoch.

[simsdeogloria]

Saint Magnolia Hospital

Been a while but wanted to pop in and show you all what I've been up to. I started this Hospital in Saint Greer, but now it moves around to all my towns with me. Been inspired to finish decorating as I eagerly await the next version of @olomaya's Private Clinic mod. Coming soon is Optometry, which I've included a space for on floor one, more maternity care so that's the second floor, and currently we have the psychiatry module, so I have a counseling room and office on floor three, meeting space, and of course all the techy machinery. Along with a beautiful but totally not functional kids ward. Photos below. Will also be on my simblr.cc for more details :)

[semioticapocalypse]

Anonymous. Nurses clearing debris from one of the wards in St. Peter's Hospital. Stepney, East London. April 19, 1941.

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_969 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[artdecodude]

My favorite #LongBeach #Artdeco is also its most underrated (mostly because it’s an a spot you don’t normally drive by). St. Mary’s Hospital. Like most Long Beach Art Deco, this was built right after the infamous 1933 earthquake. This building is now used as office space since the hospital complex has grown with the population of the LBC.

[chirpsythismorning]

I have been going over the seasons looking for all the evidence of the whole epic primary color theory connected to El, Mike and Will. And ngl this moment right here had me spiralling.

THE SAD PAUSE UPON THE REALIZATION WILL IS STILL MISSING AND THAT EVEN THOUGH HE HELPED THIS GIRL WHO WAS LOST IN THE WOODS AND HOPED IT WAS A SIGN, IT PROBABLY DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. WHICH MEANS HE'S STILL FOCUSED ON FINDING WILL. LIKE WHY DID HE NEED TO TAKE THAT YELLOW CLIP WITH HIM UPSTAIRS?!?!? WHAT WAS THE REASON? WHY IS THE MF RAINBOW IN FRAME?!?! SOMETHING SOMETHING TOO MUCH YELLOW

[hes-striker]

Striker winces as the doctor carefully peels away his old bandages, revealing the raw, angry burns beneath. He grits his teeth, staying silent through the discomfort as the doctor applies fresh dressings. The scent of antiseptic stings his nose, and he mutters under his breath, his patience wearing thin.

Doctor: Well, that should help with healing, though the scars will be permanent. Now, Mr. Striker, I need to check on the pregnancy.

Striker grumbles, but obliges, stretching out on the exam bed with a wary glance at the ultrasound machine. The doctor applies the cool gel and starts the scan. Striker tenses as the monitor flickers to life, revealing a hazy image on the screen. His eyes widen as he makes out the distinct shapes within.

Doctor: Congratulations. Looks like you’re carrying two eggs in there. Judging by the size, you’re about ten weeks along.

Striker stares at the screen, a mixture of disbelief and awe crossing his face before he masks it with his usual stoicism.

Striker: Two, huh? Great. Just what I needed… more mouths to feed. *He clears his throat, trying to keep his tone indifferent.* So, doc, am I gonna be layin' these things, or what?

Doctor: *chuckling softly* Not exactly. You’ll have a live birth, but the eggs will develop inside you until then. Once they're ready, they'll hatch internally, and you’ll deliver them like any other mammalian birth.

Striker grimaces, but he nods, absorbing the information. He’d heard of stranger things, but this was a whole new level of strange even for him.

Doctor: Given this type of development, you’ll need to increase your calcium intake to support the eggs. They’ll be drawing a lot from you as they grow, so it’s important to keep up with it.

Striker: *sighing* Calcium, huh? Great. Guess I’ll be hittin' up the dairy aisle more often.

Doctor: Or supplements, whichever you prefer. Just don’t skimp on it, or you’ll feel the effects.

Striker stares at the screen for a moment longer, his mind racing with everything he’s just learned. Two eggs growing inside him, needing more calcium, facing a live birth… it all felt surreal.

Striker: Alright, doc. Just get me whatever I need to get through this thing in one piece.

[will80sbyers]

STRANGER THINGS Chapter Eight: The Upside Down

[thepastisalreadywritten]

The day Princess Anne was almost kidnapped on The Mall — 50 years on

On this day 50 years ago, 23-year-old Princess Anne found herself fighting off a gunman as her bodyguard and driver lay wounded beside her. Emma Loffhagen takes a deep dive into the disturbing day one of the most senior royals was almost kidnapped.

By Emma Loffhagen

20 March 2024

“Your daughter has been kidnapped. The following are conditions to be fulfilled for release.”

In March 1974, Ian Ball used a rented typewriter to haphazardly type a letter intended for the then-head of state, Queen Elizabeth II.

Ball, 26, a funeral home worker, demanded £3 million — to be paid in £5 notes — in exchange for the return of the Queen’s daughter, Princess Anne.

After becoming fixated with the 23-year-old princess, he spent two years hatching an elaborate plan to kidnap her.

Today, March 20, marks the 50th anniversary of Ball’s kidnap attempt — one of the most bizarre and disturbing episodes in British royal history.

A “loner,” Ball had been inspired to hatch his elaborate kidnap plot by the novel Day of the Jackal.

He wanted to follow in the footsteps of the book’s hero, the contracted assassin the Jackal.

“He was a very strange man,” Ball’s neighbour later said. “The only time he ever went out was when he went down to the launderette or went out for some food.”

It was thought that he had developed a “fixation” on the royal, whipped up by the widespread and lavish coverage of her wedding to Captain Mark Phillips the previous year.

As part of his plan, Ball had moved from his run-down flat in Bayswater to a lush rented house in Fleet, Hampshire.

It was only a few miles from Sandhurst, where Anne lived with her then-husband Phillips.

After a quick phone call to the Buckingham Palace press office, Ball knew which engagements and events Anne attended each week.

He rented a car under the alias John Williams, stocking the boot with Valium tranquilisers and two pairs of handcuffs.

On the evening of 20 March 1974, Anne was travelling back to Buckingham Palace in an Austin Princess limousine.

She had attended a screening of Riding Towards Freedom, a documentary by the charity Riding for the Disabled.

Captain Phillips, her bodyguard James Beaton, and her lady-in-waiting Rowena Jane Brassey, were also in the car driven by royal chauffeur Alexander Callender.

At around 8pm, as the group drove up The Mall, a white Ford Escort swerved in front of the limousine, forcing Callender to stop.

Then a 31-year-old inspector, Beaton, who had been Anne’s bodyguard for a year, got out to investigate.

“I thought it was somebody who wanted to be a pain in the neck,” he later said. “There was no hint of what was to happen.”

Suddenly, a bearded man with light red hair jumped out of the vehicle and pulled out two handguns, smashing the passenger window with the butt of one.

Beaton had not even had the chance to pull out his weapon when he was shot in the shoulder.

He then attempted to fire back at Ball — but missed. Upon a second attempt, his gun — a Walther PPK — jammed.

Ball turned to the passenger door behind the driver’s seat and started shaking it. Anne was sat on the other side. “Open, or I’ll shoot!” he shouted.

As the princess and Captain Phillips desperately tried to hold the door closed, Anne’s lady-in-waiting crawled out of the door on the passenger side.

Beaton got back in the car, placing himself between the couple and their assailant.

Ball shot into the car, and Beaton’s hand deflected the bullet.

He shot the bodyguard a third time, hitting Beaton in the abdomen and causing him to fall from the vehicle.

“I felt tired and very drunk, although I hadn’t been drinking,” Beaton later told police. “I just wanted to lie down.”

Callender stepped out to confront the gunman, but Ball shot him in the chest and he fell back into the car.

Pulling the door open, Ball grabbed Anne’s forearm as her husband held on to her waist.

“Please, come out,” Ball reportedly told the princess. “You’ve got to come.”

As the pair struggled over Anne, her dress ripped, splitting down the back, which she later recalled prompted her to “lose her rag.”

But, rather than panic, she had what she described as a “very irritating conversation” with her potential kidnapper.

Unbelievably calm despite the commotion, Anne famously replied: “Not bloody likely!”

In an interview with the late television presenter Michael Parkinson, she recalled:

“He [the gunman] opened the door and we had a discussion about where — or where not — we were going to go.

“I said I didn’t think I wanted to go. I was scrupulously polite because I thought it would be silly to be too rude at that stage.”

A nearby tabloid journalist, Brian McConnell, arrived on the scene.

Recognising the limo’s insignia, he realised the commotion must have involved a royal family member.

“Don’t be silly, old boy,” he told Ball. “Put the gun down.”

Ball responded by shooting him too and McConnell collapsed bleeding onto the road.

A man named Ronnie Russell drove past at this point.

He was on his way home to Strood, Kent, from working as an area manager for a cleaning company in London.

In a stroke of incredible luck, Russell happened to be a former boxer. He had cut his cloth at the Repton Club in east London, an infamous venue sponsored by the notorious Kray twins.

Jumping out of the car, Russell punched Ball twice in the head before leading Anne and her lady-in-waiting away from the attacker.

He later explained that he “did not like bullies,” which prompted his decision to intervene.

Despite being injured, Ball still shot the first police officer to arrive on the scene, Constable Michael Hills, 22, before running off.

Detective Constable Peter Edmonds, who answered Constable Hills’ radio request for backup, chased Ball down The Mall and through St James’s Park before tackling him on the ground.

At Ball’s Old Bailey trial in May 1974, more details came to light about the plot.

Ball kept his head lowered for most of the proceedings, only uttering the word “guilty” to confirm the charges of attempted murder and kidnapping.

In his pocket, detectives had discovered the kidnap note addressed to the Queen, which demanded the £3 million ransom (the equivalent of £26 million today), a free pardon, and a plane to fly him to Switzerland.

He had planned to take the princess to a central London property he had rented under an alias.

In a police interview, Ball also said he believed Anne would be an easy target after ascertaining her whereabouts by phoning the Buckingham Palace press office.

“I had thought about it for years,” he said. “She would have been the easiest. I have seen her riding with her husband.”

Ball also showed no remorse for having shot three men on the night of the attempted kidnap.

“They were getting in my way so I had to shoot them,” he said. “Well, the police, that's their job. They expect to be shot. I took a chance of getting shot so why shouldn't they?”

He added: “I suppose I’ll be locked up for the rest of my life. I am only sorry I frightened Princess Anne. There is one good thing coming out of this: you will have to improve on her protection.”

Ball was diagnosed with schizophrenia following the trial and sentenced to a mental health facility under the Mental Health Act, “without limit or time."

He remains in the Broadmoor Hospital in Berkshire to this day.

The facility has been home to a series of notorious criminals, including serial killer Peter Sutcliffe and London gangster Ronnie Kray.

Immediately after the attack, the royals ceased having only one protection officer.

When Anne visited Beaton in hospital, “she turned up with two policemen,” her bodyguard said. “From then on, that’s what it was.”

“I had nothing…There was no back-up vehicle,” Beaton told The Times separately.

“The training was non-existent; but then again, [we thought] nothing was going to happen. They are highly specialised now, highly trained.”

Beaton continued to work for Anne for another five years — before the Queen employed him.

After Beaton’s weapon jammed, the type of guns used by bodyguards were also changed: “The Walthers were got rid of overnight.”

Beaton was honoured for his bravery, receiving the George Cross — the UK’s highest civilian honour for gallantry.

Russell also received the honour. In a 2006 interview, Russell recalled what Queen Elizabeth said as she presented his George Medal:

“The medal is from the Queen of England, the thank you is from Anne’s mother.”

[jonathanbyersphd]

The 16 strength? Like yea, ok sure.

More importantly,

GLUE THAT HOLDS THE BYERS FAMILY TOGETHER. GLUE THAT HOLDS THE BYERS FAMILY TOGETHER. GLUE THAT HOLDS THE BYERS FAMILY TOGETHER.

[rabbitcruiser]

Christopher Columbus landed on the island of Jamaica on May 5, 1494 and claimed it for Spain.

[justmy-account]

Stranger Things filming updates from this week

5th-11th February 

Monday 5th

Tuesday 6th

Wednesday 7th

Thursday 8th

one month of filming!

Friday 9th

so the familiar face was Vickie…

also, these leaks sound believable 

Saturday 10th

nothing.

Sunday 11th

recent picture from megacon, where finn seems even taller then before(otherwise nothing)