#good job mama

[igottherapy]

so at my hospital we have these two trauma rooms that are separated by a curtain. today we had a five year old in room 1 who had just gotten stitches when ems brought us a level two trauma that we put in the adjoining room. while we were getting our trauma patient stable, I could hear the littler girl in the adjoining room talking with her mom and honestly super kudos to that mama. convo went like this:

kiddo: what's happening in that room? Is that person okay?

mom: we dont know kiddo. But they're in the ER so we know that the doctors and nurses will take care of them.

kiddo: when can I see them? When they're done will they open the curtain?

mom: no honey. Do you remember when we talked about privacy before? Well we need to give the person in that room some privacy.

kiddo: but I want to see

mom: I know, but it isn't any of our business what's going on in there. We just have to trust that the ER will take care of them.

[proteidaes]

THE BABY!!!

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photoshop

[turtleblogatlast]

Imo the most impressive thing Leo’s done is hold this pose for as long as he did while covered head to toe in gold paint:

[spaceflower07]

rusame's oldest son alexei

[justmeinadaze]

Maam....maam...maam... I am at work. How dare you make me cry like this🥺😭😭😭. I can write the angst but this...

It Was Just a Dream (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Reader, Eddie Munson

BTHB: Survivor's Guilt

Word Count: 909

TW: Death, Blood

@badthingshappenbingo

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A scream woke you; your eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of your room. Not even the moon was out to help you as your eyes swept the area as if you could see anything out of the ordinary. With a slight wobble, you stood up and headed to grab your metal bat from beside your dresser. As you headed towards the door, you noticed a red glow coming from underneath it. You did your best to open it slowly, trying not to make any noise in case something was there.

The whole hallway glowed in an unnatural red, as if lights were placed along the edges of the walls in a haunted house. Thick vein-like tentacles ran along the walls as each step you took caused a quelching sound. You did your best not to look down, afraid of what you might be stepping in. You noticed that the only doorway that was open was yours, but you didn't know if that was a good thing or bad. Opening the doors could produce noise, but also give you an exit… or there could be anything behind them. With a sigh, you decided to head towards the stairs, leaving the doors alone in case some ungodly horror would rise from the rooms.

You whimpered accidently as you rubbed your lips together in nervousness. How could this still be your home? You could see that almost everything was still in place, just covered up by the continuous moving of the 'vines.' Some objects, like pictures on the walls or lamps on tables, were broken on the floor before sinking out of view. The squelching sound continued as you headed down the stairs, your hands tightening around the bat but your sweaty palms making it diffucult to keep a good grip.

As you reached the bottom floor, you noticed that nothing had changed. Everything was still red; still being swallowed up by whatever covered the walls. There was a strong smell of copper in the stagnant air, making it hard to breathe. You were afraid to think about where the smell of blood would be coming from.

Hearing another scream, you turned towards the kitchen with the bat in a swinging position. Your heart beat quickly in your chest, almost feeling like it would burst. You had to see what was in there, you had to know.

With a deep breath, you looked at the now red kitchen through the open archway. Things crawled along every surface, things that you couldn't tell what they were. Were they tentacles? Roots? Vines? Veins? Were there more being created or were they just moving? Was that a mouth that you saw? Why did there seem to be blood everywhere?

That was when you something on the ceiling; there was movement, but not like the rest of the house. Something raised from the veins, slipping through what seemed to be a current of the creatures. It was a face; blood covering the skin so the only thing that was recognizable was the wide brown eyes that stared at you.

Eddie's mouth hung open in pain before being dragged back down into the twisting depths of the ceiling. "Run," he screamed at you.

You dropped the bat at the sight, your eyes catching a creature rising from the horde before trying to strike. You ran towards your front door, but you slowly began to sink. You couldn't lift your legs to move as everything enveloped you almost like the quicksand scenes from a movie. Teeth latched into your skin, causing your own scream to release from your throat as you were being pulled down, down, down…

You sat up in bed, sweat dripping down your face as your chest heaved while trying to catch your breath. You couldn't help the scream that left your lips as someone or something touched your shoulder.

A soothing voice could be heard from beside you as the hand tried to touch you again. "Shhh, you're safe; it was just a dream," the deep voice told you as naked arms wrapped around your body to envelope your still shaking form.

The smell of cigarettes and weed weaved itself into your senses, helping you to calm down. You knew his voice, but his scent is what brought you back, what always brought you back. You could feel him breathing as he held you, his hair sticking to your wet skin. You felt his arms tighten slightly, as if to prove that you were indeed safe. "Eddie, I-"

"I know; its ok, babe." You could feel him rock you slightly in a soothing gesture as he whispered in your ear.

"It felt so real," you whispered to him, your voice cracking. You kept your eyes closed, just the feel of him soothing you.

"Baby, it was real." His voice seemed softer now; farther away.

"No… no, it wasn't. We made it out; you made it out. If it were real then you wouldn't be here now." You couldn't - wouldn't - open your eyes.

"You know I didn't," he barely whispered.

"Yes, yes you did! We're right here and you're holding me. I can feel you holding me, Eddie!" You were trying not to scream at him as you lifted your hands to place them over his arms.

But you felt nothing…

Opening your eyes you realized��� you were alone.

@justmeinadaze

[deathbypufferfish]

After the bike incident Haru and mystery boy, Ilya, were both late to the first meeting for Britchester's Movement through Music project. 🎶🩰 As listed in its course description, "Movement through music is a collaborative student showcase of duets between dance students and the live accompaniment of music students." Since they were both the last ones to arrive they got stuck together as partners... Haru saw this as an opportunity to prove to Ilya he didn't actually suck and Ilya saw it a reason to dislike him even more... Alsssoooooooo, another dance student, Joe, flirted with Haru and Ilya wanted to shoot both of them. <3

[bruciemilf]

Thinking of a hybrid au where Charles takes care of cat! Logan.

Is he a wildcat? A puma? Some stray that randomly followed Charles around for weeks and came to live with and never left? Who knows, you pick.

Aside from the uncontrollable temper, occasionally tussling with Althea’s feral German Shepherd, Wade, and the random baby hybrid Logan brings home once every couple months, he’d say it’s going great.

He has no idea where he brings these little things from, but, they’re so little, skinnier than any child should be, and he can tell they don’t come from a very good shelter.

Kitty is a shy lynx cub and Logan does NOT let her out of his sight.

Jubilee is a mischievous raccoon he found digging through their trash and basically took in.

Bobby is a smiling golden retriever puppy and Everytime Wade comes to visit, they roll around in the yard.

Laura is very different. Because Laura was his before. Sadly, a lot of hybrid parents get separated from their youngling when they’re taken to facilities. Or fighting rings/army, in Logan’s case.

Point is: he is NOT letting go of those babies.

“I’m sure we can find them very good homes—“

Logan gives him the brattiest snarl he’s ever heard, knocks over the freshly cut bowl of strawberries Charles was chopping for Kitty, and grabs her, Jubilee, Bobby and Laura. At once. And hides in the attic for a week.

Is this just an intricate ploy to have Ororo, Scott’s EXPENSIVE, majestic cat play with Logan’s kits on the carpet while he and the professor meet up to discuss? Maybe.

She’s so pristine, and so beautiful and the pretty jewelry Scott buys her are so sparkly that Jubilee, baby raccoon, just HAS to touch on them.

No thoughts except Roro playing with them like kittens on the carpet and Logan is both growling because DO NOT TOUCH HIS KITS and god damn beautiful CAT—-

[crownedinmarigolds]

The best part about getting older and being able to separate yourself physically from your parents is that you can look at them more objectively and honestly. I can give grace to them when I deem it worthy, and I can also not be bullied by them. I love being able to hear my father ramble when he visits, and I can just be like "You sound crazy. What podcasts are you listening to?" And have no fear of repercussion because I do not need his money nor do I need to be housed by him and if he ever wants to hang out with us or his grandchild again he can go sit outside for a while and cool down with his boomer issues.

[ddarker-dreams]

i have something i felt the need to mention ... my little bun bun has seemed somewhat off to me all week, but since animals are prey animals, they try really hard to hide any illness/pain. eventually i just decided to trust my intuition and i took her to the vet yesterday. vet mentioned a few possibilities after some tests but we're pretty sure it's a UTI. lil bun bun is on antibiotics and a few other medications for twelve days. she's still eating lots of hay, has energy (slightly reduced from what i'm used to seeing, but not awful), and other good signs, so i'm feeling a lot more positive about it than i was before. i'm really hoping it'll clear up and she'll be nice and healthy.

this of course means getting slam dunked with vet bills. it's already at 700 USD and will be going 📈 if she requires more treatment. i'll be opening up commissions at some point in the future, but for now, anything sent to my ko-fi will go towards not drowning in rabbit bills.

thank you so much for reading this 💖 she's my little writing buddy who either hops around or lays down and silently judges what she sees on my screen. please send her your good vibes or consider rbing this post !!! 🐰💖💖💖

[boydswan]

Absolutely free, so everyone can see.

Shia LaBeouf as Clodio Pulcher in MEGALOPOLIS (2024) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

[obsob]

do you make enough money from selling prints in etsy to sustain your life? how are you able to afford this beautiful house and time to crochet and go on walks and all of that? i’m not asking for nosiness but because i’m trying to figure out what i would need to do in order to make my life financially sustainable… is art an option… etc

short answer i mooch off my bf <333333333333333

[shannonsketches]

Weird Horsegirl Ganondorf fun fact of today is that in Ocarina of Time Ganondorf rides without a bridle! Even in the concept art his horse lacks any bit or reigns (as does Epona, and every other horse).

What it mainly means is that the N64 didn't have the power to mess with an unnecessary complex item to render -- but what it could be interpreted to mean for the sake of fandom fun is that the horses are raised and trained to be ridden bridleless.

Not to be up my own headcanons about horses being a big thing in Gerudo Valley and Malon's mom being Gerudo and there being a reason that Gan's horse is specified as a pure black Gerudo Stallion because other Gerudo horses don't look like that but -- have you seen the dressings on the other horses?

All of them, even Zelda's horse, have a call to Gerudo patterning. Except for Epona, who was only able to be approached, touched, and ridden by Link and presumably Malon herself.

It's no secret that the Gerudo are more or less pulled from African and Arabic cultures, but fun fact about Arabian horses, they used to be given as prized gifts to royalty and important political figures.

So if they are inspired by Arabian horse history --

Although the specific area of the Arabian Peninsula where the breed originated can’t be pinpointed, it is widely accepted that around 2500 B.C., the Bedouin people were responsible for developing the desert horses that became the ancestors of the Arabian horse. The nomads’ keen horse sense and meticulous attention to proper care and breeding created an animal that could withstand the harsh environment of the desert, surviving extreme heat and cold with little water and the food they shared with their handlers. A life of travel also required horses with great lung capacity, endurance and stamina. (x)

It's very possible that all of the horses in OoT have ancestry in Gerudo Valley!

[elrielffs]

Anyway,

Elain and Azriel are each other's light and make each other happy.

[sloppysequinz]

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[pergaminaa]

Modern au:

When baby manorian was under the age of two she wasn’t able to speak yet. however, she was able to communicate with her parents by making sounds and shaking her head to say no.

At that time, when Dorian asks her if he’s hungry he always rubs her stomach while getting her food. She picked up on it, and every time she gets hungry, she’d walk up to the nearest parent and rub her stomach while complaining in baby talk. They’d instantly know that she’s hungry and get her food because poor baby is in need of sustenance

[frogatz]

old house had year round ant infestation new house has biweekly Giant spiders the world is my oyster