#eight rooms

[rightnewshindi]

हिमाचल के निरमंड में जला आठ कमरों का दो मंजिला मकान, लाखों का हुआ नुकसान

Himachal News: हिमाचल प्रदेश के सबसे बड़े गांवों में शुमार कुल्लू जिले के अंतर्गत निरमंड तहसील के अंतर्गत शीलही पंचायत के शैदरी गांव में सोमवार दोपहर बाद आगजनी की घटना में आठ कमरों का दो मंजिला लकड़ी का स्लेटपोश रिहायशी मकान जलकर राख हो गया। सारा सामान जलकर खाक आग लगने से घर घर का राशन, बर्तन, कपड़े, गहने आदि सारा सामान जलकर राख हो गए। एसडीएम निरमण्ड मनमोहन सिंह ने मामले की पुष्टि करते हुए बताया…

[unrinconmas]

[namtan]

THIS LOVE DOESN'T HAVE LONG BEANS | EP 7

[summercosmos]

books 1-2 valkyrie & skulduggery U are so Dear to me

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Hollow Bastion

[foolishlyzephyrus]

bring back longer seasons! i think the show is suffering from the decreasingly shorter seasons. we don’t have nearly enough time to get to know our characters and by sacrificing monster of the week episodes for story building ones, we don’t see the development necessary to make the story beats impactful

[aliusfrater]

ive talked about this before but it's kind of crazy that bobby treats sam's psychosis as an extension of dean's issues rather than something sam is actively experiencing

[muttcvnt]

responsible owners that want the best for their pets always make sure their dog gets her checkups on time. to preserve our ability to do so, consider letting the vets of tomorrow sit in on her exams. hell, you know her better than anybody; why don’t you teach them yourself?

invite them over, remind them to bring their clipboards. make sure she’s stripped down and sitting pretty like a good dog when they arrive. muzzle her if you’re worried she may be nippy; it’s a small precaution that could prevent a nasty bite when she finds an unfamiliar pair of hands prodding at her. keep the room cool but not cold, just enough to keep her from growing sluggish and throwing off her results.

be mindful of her temperament. an overlooked part of health and wellness is how well socialized your pet is. make sure she looks your guests in the face and doesn’t shrink away when they get close. don’t allow her to hide any part of herself - if she closes or crosses her legs, guide them back into a spread position. if she tries to cover up her chest, take similar measures.

bring them forward one by one as the others take notes. guide their hands; run them down her spine to make sure it’s nice and straight, have them palpate her ribs, her thighs, her tits. make sure her sweet, dumb animal eyes are bright and clear. hand one student a stethoscope to listen to her heart. have them take note of how her pulse starts to race when you take her balls in your hand, how it goes even faster when the anticipated squeeze is actually delivered. test her reflexes; you never have guests over without her shock collar at the ready to assure her best behavior. deliver a jolt and watch her muscles tense with no delay at all, perfectly healthy. retest this one several times to be absolutely certain.

she should be used to the presence of her visitors now, so the muzzle can come off. open up her jaws and call yet another student over to examine her teeth. run gloved fingers over them, assuring they are smooth exactly where they are meant to be smooth, sharp exactly where they are meant to be sharp. take note of the color. another reflex test can’t hurt at this stage. press your fingers back into her throat, measuring how deep you can push before she seizes up and gags. ask your audience to take notes on the quality of the spit she produces. get a hand between her legs and check up on her erectile function - can she get fully hard? if so, how long does it take? does she get wet, and if so, how wet? an alert and responsive puppy is a healthy puppy, does she whine and buck her hips when you play with her? does she shiver when you drag your fingers up and down her back? is her skin well hydrated and stretchy? how many fingers can she take before you have to put in serious work to fit another?

run through her full wellness exam, and then invite the students to ask questions. let them get invasive, she’s your dog after all (NOTE: this portion is best performed simultaneously with the previous few tests; your dog will be more likely to answer readily and honestly with fingers in her hole or a hand on her cock) let them ask about her height and weight, how she likes to touch herself, where she got all those highly suspect bruises from. to wrap up her appointment, prepare her shot and talk the group through its proper administration.

thank your guests for showing up ready and eager to learn, send them home, and then fuck your puppy stupid for behaving for her exam. if you were especially impressed with her behavior, I recommend allowing her a night outside her kennel, curled up at the foot of your bed.

[hairtusk]

the recent ballerina farm article is useful in proving a point about the truth behind 'willing' and celebrated tradwives... but god, it's a fucking bleak read.

[honeypiehotchner]

you know the fic is going good when it has you doing MATH to figure out who was how old and when, and who was in the BAU in this year and so on

it'll make sense i PROMISE

[brittlebutch]

one thing about me is i am Always thinking about entry #84 audition tape. alex's obvious excitement to start the auditions fading to restless nerves as no one shows up. lying when brian finally does show up, claiming other people did come to try and save face. the two of them joking around together. "caught in a loop of unhappiness". brian helping convince tim to audition too, probably bc he caught on to what had happened. the fact that present day tim cut the majority of his audition out of the entry upload bc he was embarrassed about it. the fact that brian was still carrying it around in his pockets despite everything. enough to drive one to madness, frankly.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ok Wild Angsters, you wanted a continuation, so here you go :)

Four already knew what he would be walking into. His phone had been blowing up for hours. He’d come in to work early. Whether he was assigned to take care of Wild or not was another matter - Vaati loved to try and take all the admissions, convinced he was the best nurse on the unit. If Four could just keep Vaati out of Wild’s room, he’d consider it a success.

When the charge nurse told him he would be admitting the trauma alert, he knew who he was getting.

Pre-admission jitters always made Four anxious, but this was an entirely other level of fear. He almost wanted to request a different assignment, but it was too late now. What if he couldn’t take caer of him because he was his friend? What if that impair his decision making? What if he just wasn’t skilled enough to handle it? He knew Ezlo wouldn’t give him an assignment he couldn’t handle, wouldn’t be there to support him, but still…

Four went over the supplies in his room once more. Safety checks were fine—they had suction, they had a bag valve mask, the code card was nearby—and he had all the supplies he needed. It was just a waiting game.

Four paced the unit at least three times before he looked at the OR status board again. Wild was still in surgery. He poked in his chart, glancing at injuries, looking at vital signs and anesthesia notes. The last update he saw was that Wild had gotten another unit of blood. Estimated blood loss so far was around 2200mL.

2200mL. That… wasn’t too terrible, Four supposed. He’d… seen worse.

Please don’t get worse.

Four knew for certain that Wild had been mass transfused in the ED. Warriors, his primary nurse when he was there, had told him as much. Between that and the multiple blood products he’d gotten in surgery, as well all the crystalloids he was likely getting as well…

Four took a breath. Then another. He grabbed his phone, texting Warriors. You doing ok?

Wars didn’t reply.

Four wasn’t entirely sure where everyone was at this point. Hyrule had stayed at the hospital, lingering in the emergency department and then the operating room waiting area, but Four hadn’t seen him since he’d clocked in. Warriors and Legend should be getting off shift now, but whether they were going to stay up was another matter. Time was obviously in the OR (Wild’s wreck had been around 10pm, he’d arrived in the ED around 10:45, and he’d been stabilized for surgery and gone to the OR by around midnight - it was 7am now… he wasn’t sure how long this was going to take, but it couldn’t be much longer). Malon should be getting on shift now as well - she had come in last night when everything had gone down, alongside Twilight. Wind had been cautiously left out of the loop until Wild had gone to surgery, simply because nobody had really had much information at the time, so no one wanted to worry the kid until they could figure things out. Everyone had their hands full as it was. But by now, Four knew Wind was either in the OR waiting room, harassing every respiratory therapist he knew, or in the hospital library pacing anxiously. As for Sky, the last Four heard he was bouncing between different people, checking in on everyone.

He clicked through more anesthesia notes, looked at flow sheets for blood products. There wasn’t much to go on, as charting was sparse. What Four did know was that Wild had been obtunded, got mass transfused, had gotten a chest tube, had been intubated, blood was evident in his abdomen, and he had an open femur fracture. He’s been taken to Time’s OR for a ex-lap. Head CT had shown a bleed, and they were monitoring it. That was all the information Legend had told the group when he’d had a moment to spare.

Four’s vocera activated, telling him he had a call from the charge nurse. When he answered, he was told Malon had called and said they’d be finishing up in about thirty minutes and were likely to come up open.

Why was he coming up with his abdomen open? When had they gone from exploratory laparotomy to a full on open abdomen?

Ten minutes later, Malon called back to give report. When Four answered, the first thing he asked was, “How’s he doing? Is he okay? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Malon said, even though she sounded exhausted. “And he’s… hanging in there. I’ve seen worse, I’ll say that. I’ll give you the full rundown, okay?”

Four listened as Malon gave report, feeling his heart settled into his stomach, which was tying itself in knots. Multiple spots of bleeding, possible compartment syndrome in his abdomen, a likely kidney injury due to compression from the bleeding on some major vessels, a small hematoma in his brain… they’d had to call neurosurgery to do an emergency craniotomy out of overt concern of swelling, given that Wild had apparently had previous head trauma, based on what they saw in the OR.

Open abdomen, craniotomy, ICP monitoring, bleeding, one chest tube… this was a disaster. Four swallowed as he wrote, feeling his hand shake a little as his heart raced. He was not qualified enough to be admitting this. He was not.

But the turnaround on his unit was pretty insane, and he was the most experienced nurse on the unit today. At least Ezlo was charge; he knew he’d be well supported.

This was a nightmare. But Four had dealt with nightmares, and he would deal with this. He wasn’t going to screw up taking care of any patient, but especially his friend.

Sighing, he hung up the phone after thanking Malon, pushing worries for her and Time aside, trying to focus on what he would need, who he should grab to help him, and how he should prep his room.

It was time to get to work.

When everyone arrived from the OR, Four made brief eye contact with Time. He couldn’t read much from the man, who was stone faced, aside from the exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eyes. Four got to work quickly, assessing Wild from head to toe as he looked to see what IV medications he was on. A coworker wrote the note while Ezlo helped detangle his lines (the OR always brought up a mess, after all). Time gave an overview of the surgery, and Four listened along as he checked pupils, as he zeroed the arterial line and the ICP monitor, as he listened to lung and heart sounds, as he checked the chest tube and stripped it with his fingers to ensure patency, as he checked peripheral pulses, as he looked at the abdominal dressing to get a baseline in case there was swelling from bleeding later. One of the techs connected the chest tube to wall suction, and Four looked over his drips. Only having levophed at 2 wasn’t terrible, and he was getting a unit of red blood cells, which was in a transfusion set that was y’d to some lactated ringers fluid. He was on propofol for sedation. Another nurse grabbed a blood gas from his arterial line and sent off labs. His foley he had was temp sensing, and Four quickly ascertained that Wild was cold, so he set up the blanket warmer and covered his friend up.

His friend. His friend.

Four shook his head. He had to focus.

As Time left the room, he put a hand on Four’s shoulder, making him freeze. The surgeon didn’t speak, just locking eyes with him. Four wasn’t entirely sure if it was for his own benefit or not. But he had no more time to let his emotions make any decisions for him. He nodded to the doctor, who nodded in return, and then the two went their separate ways.

This was going to be a long day.

[syrupfog]

🐧 🐬

[pushing500]

Wondering if they’ll be going bionic hand or POWER CLAW. do you have any Extra Prosthetic Mods installed? I think they all deserve a painstopper at lEAST.

Kwahu absolutely keeps Mechi awake at night, gushing about what replacement part would be the coolest. He doesn't need a power claw because he's mostly a long-range fighter, he doesn't need a drill arm or a field hand because we have mechanoids to do all the mining and gardening, so he'll probably end up with a regular bionic arm.

Still, it's fun to imagine all the awesome things he could end up with! Fun for Kwahu, that is. Mechi probably just wants to go to sleep (and might be a teeny bit jealous that there aren't as many options for leg replacements).

[little-pondhead]

the worst battles happen at 11:37pm when you have to frantically google what kind of spider is staring at you from the depths of hell behind the green beans while keeping an eye on it because you have to know if it’s a brown recluse or a wolf spider because that determines if you need to nuke it or not with spider spray

If it’s a brown recluse, you cry and kill it without mercy

If it’s a wolf spider, you cry and give it your house keys until morning

[daresplaining]

Daredevil vol. 6 Annual #1 by Chip Zdarsky, Manuel Garcia, Chris Mooneyham, Rachelle Rosenberg, Le Beau Underwood, and Clayton Cowles

There's a part of me that says I should conserve the few Mike Murdock scenes that I haven't analyzed yet, because who knows when (or if...) we will get more? But it's also nuts to me that four years have gone by and I haven't posted about this scene yet, so screw it, I'm gonna talk about it now.

I've written a bit before about the way this issue emphasizes the concept of Mike barging into pre-existing spaces, observing things that had not been observed before by any pre-existing characters, and ultimately presenting a new path for readers to follow through Matt Murdock's life history. The creative team positions Mike not alongside his twin, but almost in opposition to him, through stark differences in their childhood experiences. Matt loved his father unconditionally, Mike's relationship with Jack was a bit more complicated. Matt tried to stay out of trouble in school, Mike beat up bullies without apology. And then we get this absolute bomb drop of a scene, in which Mike is present where no one was supposed to be, and as a result, is struck with a life-upending revelation that will not hit Matt until years later. This scene stunned me when I first read the issue, because no matter how much Real Boy Mike's story might have diverged from his brother's, I never expected him to have a different experience of this.

Daredevil vol. 1 #230 by Frank Miller, David Mazzucchelli, Christie "Max" Scheele, and Joe Rosen

In Daredevil volume 1 #230, Matt finds himself in a church basement being cared for by nuns after collapsing, near death, in the street. As he lies there, feverish and delirious, he eventually takes notice of a particular nun. Her presence, her smell, and the feel of the cross necklace she wears (which, as seen in the panels above, she ends up giving to Matt) conjure up a long-forgotten memory from the time of his accident. He recognizes this nun as a mysterious woman who visited him in the hospital, as he lay suffering from his newly acquired hypersenses.

Man Without Fear vol. 1 #1 by Frank Miller, John Romita Jr., Christie Scheele, Al Williamson, and Joe Rosen

It is an intimate moment, written almost like a dream; a calming presence in the middle of one of the most nightmarish experiences of his life. Adult Matt pieces together this sensory puzzle, the mystery of this nun, and eventually uncovers the truth: that she is his mother, who he had been raised to believe was dead. This revelation is the start of a long and winding journey through which Matt and Maggie carefully, nervously inch back into each other's lives and begin to build a relationship.

But in the 2020 Annual, this private little moment between Matt and the stranger he will one day come to know as his mother is private no more. It now has a witness, and we the readers have a new, messier perspective on this classic scene. Enter: the brother who wasn't supposed to be there.

In this new version of Daredevil history, Mike spends the night at the hospital, watching over Matt after Jack is forced to leave for work. As Daredevil fans, we have spent plenty of origin retellings and flashbacks inside that hospital room, but Mike stays on a bench out in the hallway, involved but still not fully immersed in what is happening-- an intruder, a spare (I love the detail that he and Matt are dressed exactly the same in this scene). Not once do we see Mike enter that room at any point. The closest he comes to it on-panel is standing uncomfortably in the doorway. And that is how he remains when Maggie arrives and makes her fateful visit: outside, unconnected. When Mike wakes up, she is already in the room with Matt. Maybe she took a moment, as she passed by, to reach out to her other son and he just wasn't awake to notice. We might never know, and neither will he. What matters is that Mike is forced to listen in, and by listening in, he reaches the same conclusion about Maggie that Matt won't until years later. And for Mike, it isn't a gentle, gradual, fever-softened understanding. It is a sudden, nightmarish jolt at the end of a long day filled with sudden, nightmarish jolts.

Mike bears this revelation alone and silently. He could have marched into that room and confronted Maggie. He could have gone in after she left, just to be closer to his brother in this moment of shock and uncertainty. Instead, he chooses to walk away. Later in the issue he reveals to Jack that he has found out the truth, but if the volume 1 continuity has remained intact, we can assume that he never tells Matt. Instead, he carries the burden of this secret knowledge himself, and allows his brother the freedom and peace of mind to not be hurt by the shattering of such a foundational lie.