#tw vaccine mention

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

Current mood seeing COVID vaccines mentioned on the news

[1tsny4nc4t]

TW: VACCINE MENTION (yes this Is a vent)

I hate when my mom mention i have to get a vaccine,it just freaks me out the idea of Someone INSERTING a needle on me,and it scares me alot,i dont like too...think about it,alot

[disabled-pixie]

Covid isn't over! We're now going into an endemic! It will continue to evolve and make new variants, each more deadly than the last. I know people will say, "It will only kill the already disabled and elderly." Thanks for condemning my life and thousands of others to death because you wanted to go back to "normal life" and didn't do the bare minimum of getting vaccinated!

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Weird question time again Did this latest covid booster leave you a little bit short of breath or trigger your asthma at all? Because ever since I got it my asthma's been acting up, but I also have endocrine issues and probably MCAS and I can't tell if this is a "this booster specifically" issue (because I got a Pfizer booster instead of Moderna this time) or if this is just a "my immune system hates me and everything" issue where activating my immune system throws everything out of whack

[bear-cubs-art-things]

Gonna face the scary needles in my skin later 💀

[touch-starved-lurker]

i love vaccines they're great but i got mine yesterday and goud lird...

cant sleep, everything hurts but the pain is cold somehow, im a side sleeper and i got hsots in both arms, literally crying from the pain of being awake and like. daring to breathe. and its 2 in the morning.

[fishmonarchy]

So I probably developed IBS from the last time I got Covid. Never mind that I have gotten 5 shots. Never mind that I always wear a mask and only go out when I must.

Anyway, I haven’t been eating much to avoid going to the bathroom ‘cuz every-time I do I have to go. I finally got to see the gastroenterologist and the pills they gave me seemed to be working. I got over confident and ate a normal amount. Breakfast, snack, lunch. Every two hours. Portions too. Almost didn’t make it to the bathroom. The meds are supposed to make it so I don’t go so much?!!!

Anyways, again. Please stay safe because although it’s a 98.2% recovery rate, it’s gonna mess one organ up or another. I got gut. Someone might get lungs or brain or maybe even constant fatigue. Hear about hair loss and mind fog too.

In the US post Covid symptoms could be considered a disability recognized by the ADA. So also be aware of your rights.

[tobrodachi]

A’ight, so, as a self-proclaimed expert on the field of epidemiology for infectious and tropical diseases (since I don’t have a title that validates me just yet, it’s a work in progress lmao), this is the skinny of what’s happening with Rabies, take it with a grain of salt since I’m still compiling information and shitposting to organize my thoughts via shouting to the abyss:

1. 4 cases of supposed rabies (confirmatory laboratory pending, it’s new years, and of course the bureaucrats are having a field day). 3 in Oaxaca, southern Mexico; 1 in Nayarit, western mexico. The Nayarit and 1 of the Oaxacan cases are in grave state, 1 death, and the last one without showing any symptoms whatsoever because she’s just built different (actually, just got bit in the hand instead of the head, which is important because! This virus travels through neurons! And it only shows symptoms when it reaches the brain! As if that zombie shit wasn’t scary enough already).

2. The culprit for the Oaxacan cases was a bat that broke into a home. Unknown origin. Vampire bats (AKA Round Motherfucker Supreme) apparently tend to live further up north. However. It also fucking migrates and crashes into other bat colonies like that one uncomfortable cousin. So we still know absolutely jackshit about that.

3. The cases were in this one village, Palo de Lima, located quite literally in the middle of nowhere (or as in this case, Southern Sierra Madre), and that I looked up via geographical and topographical analysis. I found out that they’re so far into the mountains, their roads are made of dirt, and it takes between 4 and 5 hours for any kind of transportation to reach the closest settlement with a working hospital.

4. Bruh.

5. The Nayarit case was a totally unrelated case that occurred a few days before because this one lady let her cat out, bit her, and then died 3 days later. And now her health’s deteriorating, and they sent some samples to the center of the country so that they can identify the presence of Lyssavirus.

6. BRUH.

Should we worry about an outbreak? Probably not, although if the case is confirmed to the wildlife, nothing much can be done about it without altering the ecosystems surrounding them. However, this shit does absolutely show that hey, maybe our government needs to invest more in civil engineering to reach these far-off places faster.

TL;DR: Can we please get a less eventful year? kthxbai

[clever-feathers-clan]

The reason they'll never look into it other than at a surface level is because they are paid off by big pharma. Literally the entire government is. No doubt if this was on any other platform, it'd be surpressed and erased due to big pharma paying them off. But seeing as Tumblr doesn't have a centralized "for you" page and it's all based on who you follow, no one but the user can change who they follow or who they block.

This is likely why they are trying to create one- a recommended public "for you" page that is. Which no one uses nor is likely to use anyway, pfft.

💜-Lin of CFC

Horowitz: Whistleblowers share DOD medical data that blows vaccine safety debate wide open

DANIEL HOROWITZ JANUARY 26, 2022

“Data, transparency, and surveillance. That is what has been missing from the greatest experiment on humans of all time throughout this pandemic. Now, military medical whistleblowers have come forward with what they claim is perhaps the most accurate and revealing data set on vaccine safety one could possibly find.

The pro-pharma politicians and media claim the CDC’s pharmacosurveillance tool “VAERS” is not good enough to trigger investigations into the shots because anyone can supposedly submit a vaccine adverse event entry. Thus, all the concerning safety signals from VAERS are being ignored, even though that system was put in place as a consolation to the public for absolving vaccine manufacturers of liability. Well, now some military whistleblowers are coming forward to present data that, if verified, would signal extremely disturbing safety concerns about the vaccine that make the VAERS data look like child’s play.

On Monday, during Sen. Ron Johnson’s five-hour hearing on a “COVID-19: Second Opinion,” Ohio attorney Thomas Renz, who has been representing clients suing the vaccine mandates, presented DOD medical billing data from the Defense Medical Epidemiology Database (DMED) that paints a shockingly disturbing picture of the health of our service members in 2021.

According to the military, DMED is the Armed Forces Health Surveillance Branch’s (AFHSB) “web-based tool to remotely query de-identified active component personnel and medical event data contained within the Defense Medical Surveillance System (DMSS).” In other words, it contains every ICD medical billing code for any medical diagnosis in the military submitted for medical insurance billing during any given period of time. Three military doctors have presented queried data to Renz that shows a shocking and sudden spike in nearly every ICD code for common vaccine injuries in 2021.

In a declaration under penalty of perjury that Renz plans to use in federal court, Drs. Samuel Sigoloff, Peter Chambers, and Theresa Long — three military doctors — revealed that there has been a 300% increase in DMED codes registered for miscarriages in the military in 2021 over the five-year average. The five-year average was 1,499 codes for miscarriages per year. During the first 10 months of 2021, it was 4,182. As Renz explained to me in an interview with TheBlaze, these doctors queried the numbers for hundreds of codes from 2016 through 2020 to establish a baseline five-year average. These codes were generally for ailments and injuries that medical literature has established as being potential adverse effects of the vaccines.

Renz told me the numbers tended to be remarkably similar in all those preceding years, including in 2020, which was the first year of the pandemic but before the vaccines were distributed. But then in 2021, the numbers skyrocketed, and the 2021 data doesn’t even include the months of November and December. For example, some public health officials speculate that COVID itself places women at higher risk for miscarriages. But the number of miscarriage codes recorded in 2020 was actually slightly below the five-year average (1,477). However, they were not drastically below the average on any one category in a way that one can suggest it reflects lockdown-related decreases in doctor’s visits, which somehow led to an increase in 2021 diagnoses.

The database has all the ICD codes for both military hospital visits and ambulatory visits. The data presented by Renz so far is all from the query of ambulatory diagnosis data.

Aside from the spike in miscarriage diagnoses (ICD code O03 for spontaneous abortions), there was an almost 300% increase in cancer diagnoses (from a five-year average of 38,700 per year to 114,645 in the first 11 months of 2021). There was also a 1,000% increase in diagnosis codes for neurological issues, which increased from a baseline average of 82,000 to 863,000!

Some other numbers he did not mention at the hearing but gave to me in the interview are the following:

myocardial infarction –269% increase

Bell’s palsy – 291% increase

congenital malformations (for children of military personnel) – 156% increase

female infertility – 471% increase

pulmonary embolisms – 467% increase

All these numbers are among the ambulatory visits because those are where the vast number of diagnoses in the military occur. However, Renz did say the increases were indicated in the hospitalized patients as well. I have seen one of the sworn declarations from one of the military doctors, and it states as follows, “It is my professional opinion that the major increases incidences of the above discussed instances of miscarriages, cancers, and disease were due to COVID-19 ‘vaccinations.’“

According to Renz, it was the actual clinical experience of the three named doctors and several unnamed doctors that led them to investigate DMED, and their discoveries reflected their experience treating patients with ailments extremely unusual to healthy, young soldiers since the rollout of the vaccines.

I have spoken to one of the whistleblowers who attests to being gravely concerned with seeing young soldiers with sudden metastatic cancers, auto-immune diseases, and heart and circulatory disorders that have caused many soldiers to drop out of various training programs. “These doctors were motivated to explore DMED data due to the numbers of case increases they were seeing empirically,” said the whistleblower, who served in the military for many years. “Some physicians throughout the force (all branches) have been intimidated by commands not to perform the full spectrum of testing and adhere to the regulations, which implicitly direct full workups for EUA vaccination adverse reactions. It will require other military physicians to step forward and share experiences to fully ascertain the enormity of these allegations and engender an investigation to the fullest extent.”

Renz claims he has a video with two witnesses showing the entire process of downloading this data from the database and is prepared to present it in court. He also told me that this is just “the tip of the iceberg,” as the codes have increased exponentially in numerous other diagnosis categories. Renz said his spreadsheet, which includes over 100 medical diagnosis categories, was shared with Senator Johnson and his staff before the Monday hearing.

It’s important to note that these numbers do not represent the number of individual people diagnosed with various ailments, but number of diagnoses codes used in totality at a given time. For example, someone who has a stroke is obviously going to rack up numerous neurological ICD codes over the course of a year with multiple ambulatory and hospital visits. However, the apples-to-apples comparison from the previous five years clearly shows an unmistakable spike in ailments.

If these numbers are verified in the upcoming court cases, then absent some massive military insurance fraud or bizarre glitch in the system, it potentially paints a shocking picture of vaccine safety concerns that would indicate that not only were the VAERS safety signals something that should immediately have been followed up on, but they are plagued by woeful underreporting. The military is a defined, finite, and closely controlled and monitored population. They are also overwhelmingly young and healthy. If allegations of neurological, cardio, and cancer concerns surrounding the vaccines are indeed true, the military would be the most revealing place to discover it, and their data is the most reliable and undisputable.

DMED is quite literally an epidemiological surveillance program designed for the express purpose of detecting surges in illness and injury to make sure the military is combat-ready. It’s about national security even more than public health. Why would the military not have blown the whistle and warned the CDC right away about this data? On the military health system website, the Armed Forces Health Surveillance Division (AFHSD) is described as “the central epidemiologic resource for the U.S. Armed Forces, conducting medical surveillance to protect those who serve our nation in uniform and allies who are critical to our national security interests.”

How could the blaring and glaring surveillance signals of a lifetime be ignored by the Defense Health Agency (DHA), and how was this not conveyed to the general public? The question is why the military public health analysts have not been communicating with military doctors about the shocking spikes in diagnoses this year and why they have not put out any analysis explaining it.

For his part, Sen. Ron Johnson said at the Monday hearing that he put DOD on notice that it better not delete any of the data. “The Department of Defense, the Biden administration is on notice they must preserve these records and this must be investigated,” said Johnson. Renz testified at the hearing that some of the myocarditis data was slid backwards since the doctors originally downloaded it last year.

Even if somehow these earth-shattering increases have nothing to do with the vaccines, isn’t it important that our government investigate what appears to be a catastrophic decline in the health of our active-duty fighting force? After all, the DMED data was designed for this very purpose. “A person can do a research paper just on this data alone,” said one of the whistleblowers I spoke to. “It was designed for this very purpose. The amount of data points you could query is nearly unlimited.”

The bottom line according to Renz is that the onus of proof is on the government, not on the military personnel and citizens being forced to take the shots. If the manufacturers are exempt from liability for government coercion to use their product, and the only pharmacological safety data we have is completely ignored, then where is the recourse of the people to redress safety concerns? In the opinion of the Ohio attorney, if the shots are safe and effective, then the Pentagon should have no problem explaining the source of these gargantuan increases in instances of numerous illnesses. Transparency is the most potent cure of a pandemic of secrecy.”

[itsbansheebitch]

Rabies is like the scariest disease I've ever heard of, dude. By the time you feel the symptoms, you're already a dead man walking. We don't really have a cure, either.

All I'm saying is 1. Wheres the horror movie about rabies and 2. Where is the cure, bro??? We need this like, NOW

The fact that this isn't even a irrational fear is the worst part. It's SO easy to get rabies it's seriously scary. I'm just so glad doctors and scientists are working on a cure cause that shit is terrifying

[godspeedviper]

How the doctors handle your sick days - Headcanons

SFW || TW: mentions of needles, vaccines, pills & IV drip.

This one's for the girls, goths, and gays that have a chronic illness, a disability, or are just plain old sick. As a chronically ill girlie myself I'm always craving caretaker fics but never find them so I had to be the change I wanted to see in the world.

Dr. Jonathan Crane

He immediately shifts into a stoic clinical demeanor the moment you start to show any signs of discomfort. At first you find it a bit worrisome because his voice seems so cold and detached, but now it makes you feel grounded and safe.

Jonathan always makes sure you have everything you need, but he unfortunately doesn't think much further than that. It takes him some time to learn how to comfort you as well as heal you.

The best part about having him by your side when you're ill is that he can always talk you out of a bad state of mind. Above all, Crane remains a psychologist, and he takes pride in his ability to override your negative thoughts.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

You are utterly spoiled. Hannibal makes sure to cook for you and bring your meal to bed or the living room so you can eat comfortably. In the evenings, he makes sure to run a hot bath for you with herbs and epsom salts to soothe any aches and open up your respiratory system.

Since he is a doctor after all, he has prescribing rights, and will usually write prescriptions for any necessary medications. Need to get an injection, or an IV drip? Hannibal does that for you at home.

His pride and possessiveness makes him want to give you the best possible care to ensure someone else doesn't touch you this way. Hannibal gets nervous at the thought of your safety and health being out of his hands. How could he trust someone else with such a precious life? What if they made a mistake and hurt you or worse?

Dr. Robert Laing

"I'm not that kind of doctor." is always the first thing he says when you mention that you aren't feeling well. However, this doesn't mean he's not helpful, he is still a pathologist. Laing always does his best to make you feel better.

He's always reading up on your symptoms and possible treatments. If something is out of his grasp, he isn't afraid to admit it and seek out assistance. Even if he can't be the one to treat you, Laing will be there with you every step of the way to advocate for you and make sure you feel safe.

Much like Scarecrow, at first he seems rather cold and detached, but it's only his training taking over. However, his starting bedside manner is much better, and over time he adapts very well to your needs.

Dr. Spencer Reid

Now he's definitely not that kind of doctor, but that doesn't mean he isn't prepared to take care of you. His eidetic memory comes in clutch with any possible knowledge about your condition and how to act accordingly.

He always tries to be there for your doctor appointments or for any major procedures. Spencer wants to make sure you're being properly cared for and he isn't afraid to confront anyone that talks down to you or dismisses your symptoms.

When you're resting at home he clings to you like a lost puppy. He happily reads to you when you lack the energy to talk, or if you just want a bedtime story. He never forgets to check in on you even when he's away on a case, and will often ask Garcia to pick up items from the pharmacy for you if he can't do it himself.

Ao3 || Guidelines || Ko-Fi

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Talking Heads Roll on Floors

So I really really wanted to do this hybrid au inspired by @bluegiragi, but if they want me to delete this I'll do so. I don't want to steal their idea, and if I'm stepping on toes I'll take it down. However, I did like the idea of shifters and created my own hybrids (just because I love monsters and mythology) and wanted to make a story following König.

So this story is just an intro of reader talking to a general as they're assigned König's case file. König is a half nachtkrappe/half jotunn hybrid, with a tendency to spread sickness and decay.

Either way, very short intro.

TWs: Discussion of death and disease

Wordcount: 1.1k

Art from This Post

Story below the cut

Talking Heads Roll on Floors

You looked down at the documents in your hand. The file was decently thick, strangely so for a hybrid. You’d been assigned to a couple of hybrids before, but you’d never had a case quite like this before. A lt. general had purposefully called on you, specifically, for your background in avian hybrids, and though you had tried to explain that your experience with avians was limited to one grumpy grounded roc hybrid, the general was determined to see you on König’s file.

“He’s a lot to handle,” the general warned you sternly, “be careful with him.”

“Has he actually… He’s not hurt any handlers before, has he?” you asked nervously.

“We’re legally required to disclose these deaths in relation to Cnl. Leichenberg,” the gray haired man brushed his mustache, thick with dark streaks stained through it.

You looked down at the daunting manilla folder being pressed across the table.

“You’ll find that deaths in relation to Cnl. Leichenberg are largely due to handlers not following proper procedure,” the general tried to lighten the weight but failed miserably.

“Sir, it’s not my place to correct you,” you fumbled awkwardly, “however, aren’t most handler deaths written out as handlers not following proper procedure?”

The general was kind enough to give you a small smile, “You’re right to be suspicious, however Cnl. Liechenberg is a separate case entirely. In his shifted form, he acts as a form of bioterrorism against enemies. You may have heard of Lt. Riley, from SpecGru?”

“The one who kills somebody everytime he shifts?” you asked nervously.

“By random chance, yes,” the general nodded, closing his soft blue eyes momentarily before opening them again slowly, “Cnl. Leichenberg has a similar condition, except it seems that those in close proximity are at higher risk of contracting a fatal illness.”

“And you expect me to accompany him into battle,” you grumbled.

“Cnl. Leichenberg cannot control his illness, which is where you come in. You are to ensure he does not contaminate other shifters,” the general explained, “of course you’ll be given full vaccination and hazard gear on the military’s dime, and need I mention the benefits this position offers?”

“I can only imagine,” you whistled.

“Cnl. Leichenberg is not a dangerous shifter by any means,” the general paused, “at least, not to his handler. When proper procedure is followed, he is perfectly safe to be in close proximity to. However, the last string of handlers have been… Lackluster in performance.”

You glanced over the latest handler’s bio, “It says here that the latest was crippled?”

“He contracted a case of small pox,” the general explained, “the man was apparently a known anti-vaxxer and yet was put on Cnl. Liechenberg’s case. Of course, he didn’t manage to make it through the mission. You, I’m assuming, are up to date with your vaccinations?”

You nodded.

“You’ll need a few more before meeting Cnl. Leichenberg when he’s shifted, but I imagine you’d do well to meet him before you take his case,” the general’s warm eyes crinkled, “he’s not a difficult case to manage, I assure you. I’ve met the man, and he’s a nervous creature, but he’s nothing to be afraid of. I imagine you’ve dealt with more unruly hybrids during basic training.”

You laughed, “Well, if you’re so sure, I might as well meet him. Does he have a call sign or anything that I can call him by?”

“He goes by the name ‘König’.”

König… It seemed familiar.

“Wait, that guy’s not a colonel,” you glared at the general.

“He was when he was in the military,” the general explained, “and here in KorTac, we tend to respect the previous rank a soldier had before joining us, as long as they’re up to standard of course. König, thankfully, exceeds expectations.”

“It says here he’s an insertion specialist?” you asked, “but he’s a nachtkrappe shifter. Those are pretty small, aren’t they?”

“Keen on your biology, aren’t you?” the general chuckled, “but you’re right, they’re usually rather small and sickly, a result of their contagious nature. That nachtkrappe part of König is why protocol is so important when managing him. However, the other problem with König comes from the other side of his family,” the general trailed his finger down a page, “which you’ll find is-”

“He’s a jotunn shifter?” you spluttered before snapping your jaw shut. You looked up at the general fearfully, but thankfully the older man was in good spirits.

“That’s the insertion specialist part,” the general laughed, “he’s the biggest shifter on base, bigger even than the roc you were managing. He’s the biggest I’ve seen in ages.”

“So why are you asking for avian training when handling him? It’s not like he can fly, right?” you joked. You face fell with the general’s.

“König can fly alright, that’s part of what makes him an effective insertion specialist. He’s too big for most weapons to do significant damage, and he’s able to get into high points with a few flaps of his wings. He’s big, strong, and fast,” the general smiled grimly, “a perfect killing machine. Of course the unfortunate part is that he spreads disease wherever he goes. He’s the only shifter that can be used on a team at a time, and the rest of the squad needs to be outfitted accordingly. It’s part of your job as handler to ensure other soldiers follow protocol when they follow behind him into a building.”

You groaned, “You know they’re not going to listen to me.”

“You make them listen,” the general’s face hardened momentarily, “if you don’t think you’re up to it, I can find someone else easily. But here I was, thinking I was doing you a favor and helping you get ahead!”

“I understand sir,” you ducked your head submissively, “I’ll ensure the soldiers are equipped properly.”

“You’d better,” the general snorted, “the anti-vaxxer nearly got a whole squad of special ops killed on the first mission. Half of them had to be put on permanent leave,” the general leaned close and hissed, “you will not make the same mistake.”

You nodded quickly.

“Good,” the general relaxed, “so you know the drill, meetings will be once the paperwork’s been signed up. We’ll send you your forms with you once you leave, and König will get his side. Have them filled and submitted by Wednesday and we’ll arrange a meeting between you on Friday.”

“Yes sir!” you gave a quick salute.

You were quickly dismissed, and as you left the secretary by the door handed you a tome of paperwork that already had your head aching. Looking down at the stack, you had the dreadful feeling that the night would be a long one.

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ The pouts remained when he declined to wear the rest of the things, but he agreed on having the ears, this would suffice a bit. Alexander wasn't an easy person to deal with, but she was understanding and patient, and wouldn't press on something he wasn't comfortable with. The Aussie was doing that 'test' like throwing the bait and seeing what she could use from fishing. If the fish takes it great then she'd be content, if not, well she would not be upset. ⏤ Her eyes automatically shut when those lips found hers, feeling the grip on her, while indulging the kiss for a bit, in a slow but not too slow passionate kiss, momentarily worried if her crimson lipstick got smudged with their kisses, ending with a three soft and chaste peck on his lips. The sharpness of his beard always tickles her face a little.

All Elizabeth wanted to do was avoid maximum to pay a visit to the hospital. Therefore, with the botanic knowledge of her father, she tried to take care of her health with natural products. There were certain things Claude is a reliable source and one of them is 'botanic' and makes his escargot. She tried everything that once used to work when she got the flu, but this one was so persistent, and she did not want to worry either the twins or her boyfriend. She is so sure that the moment she steps into the hospital, the doctor will say there is nothing and everyone will be under unnecessary stress, this is how she thinks. Besides, in the world they live, every day is a new flu, new vaccine, new whatever it's difficult to keep track.

As the topic shifted to their babies she smiled as dimples adorning on her cheeks. After a session of selfies, double-checked if her makeup was still intact, and held his big and callous hand, leaving the building and thanking him for opening the door for her. She was looking at the view from the window until heard Alex comment and kiss her knuckles.❛ Don't worry, I will let you know. I promise. ❜ She assured him. ⏤ Once they arrived at their destination, entering alongside Alex, she saw a waiter with a tray of appetizers and picked one to eat. God! She was starving, she just realized it when she ate it. ❛ That's sooo good! ❜ Everything is tasteful when you're hungry…

───the hint of a smirk tugged on the corner of his lips at her response. “not tonight,” he retorted in a soft tone, holding her gaze. it usually worked —fuck him, she usually didn’t even need to give him that look to convince him about anything, but there are things he is not willing to compromise on more than just a tad; he will indulge her tonight, sure, but to an extent. there are a lot of things he is still getting used to with her, even though they had been close before they weren’t actually together and it is quite different —he has a lot of rework to do, too, if he wants this to work between them; and he does. sometimes it feels like he is stuck; a step forward, two steps backward. his overthinking doesn’t help, even when he recognizes when he falls victim to his own mind. It feels like a fucking loop; there are days he can get unstuck, others it overtakes him completely. and there is this constant nag at the back of his mind, half-conscious of how he should not get too comfortable —yet fails to keep his guard up entirely around her. and it is at times like this, that she takes him a little by surprise, like when she wrapped her arms around him, made him look at her; and he doesn’t quite know what to make out of it. his grip tightened as his hand stroked along her jawline, taking a firm hold of her jaw —pressed his lips to hers once more; this time more fervently, demanding.

his eyes studied her for a moment as they were making their way to the elevator. Despite the observation, he has noticed her mood fluctuations, taking into account Claude’s comments as he reported to him what he found odd or unusual for his daughter to do. Liz had promised to take better care of herself, though seems to overlook the health issues that had been bugging her for some time now and she attempted to contribute to different factors; he planned to talk to her about seeing a doctor, but not now. for now, he’d be content that she appeared in a good spirit, even though she still felt under the weather.

as the topic shifted to their babies, she lit up speaking about them. he smiled softly at the explanation she provided. “as long as they are content with Claude making their favorite dish…” because they sure love Liz’s cooking, but can’t imagine them convincing her to cook…snails. and then, he watched her take selfies in the elevator, pulling silly faces as she posed —how overly endearing she was when she seemed so carefree; his hold tightened on her when she tiptoed to kiss his cheek.

they reached the car and he opened the door for her, not entirely persuaded by her response, but also didn’t feel like pressing her in fear of ruining her mood. “you know we can leave anytime you want, yes?” he reminded her, placing a kiss on her knuckles before closing the passenger side door and getting into the driver’s seat; but he was glad she was tagging along and he didn’t have to endure the whole nonsense party in some foul company the whole time.

[leiascully]

Fic: Cosmic Brownies At The Blood Center

1200 words; G for gentle gen fic; okay they're in love but they're not together so it's gen enough; sometimes @thursdayinspace dares you to write a fic so you do; tw: blood and needle mentions and a reference to the cancer arc (AO3)

“I really don’t see why we have to go through all of this.” Mulder shrugged out of his jacket.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Scully asked, not looking at all like she meant it.

A technician in scrubs approached, carrying a rack of vials and a bundled bag. “Sir, which arm?”

“The left,” Mulder said. The technician guided him to a reclined chair. He climbed into it and laid his arm on the broad armrest.

“Do you have an allergy to latex or iodine?” the technician asked, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around his upper arm.

“No,” Mulder and Scully said simultaneously.

“Okay,” the technician said, looking very slightly taken aback. “Um, I’m going to swab your arm for thirty seconds.”

“Be my guest,” Mulder said.

“One of us ought to give blood,” Scully said. “And I can’t.”

“Don’t meet the criteria?” The technician put a rubber handle in Mulder’s hand and told him to squeeze it as she pumped up the cuff. Mulder obliged. “I told you you needed more than bee yogurt for lunch. We’ll get a nice greasy burger and fries after this, what do you say?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m ineligible because of the medications I’ve taken in the past few years.”

It was oblique enough as a reference to her cancer, but it still made him wince.

“Sorry,” the technician said, pressing what looked like a straw deeper into the tender skin inside his elbow. “Just marking your vein. Squeeze and hold?”

Scully’s cool fingers tangled briefly with Mulder’s, hidden on the other side of the chair, as the needle slid into his arm. The technician taped the tubing to his arm and sampled his blood into vials. It was cool in the room, and the contrast between the chilly hair and the heat of his own blood flowing through the tubing felt strange. Scully squeezed his hand and released it, taking a rolled up issue of a medical journal out of her pocket.

“Looks good,” the technician said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Yell if you need anything or if you start to feel faint.”

“Will do,” Mulder said. He turned to Scully, who was staring intently at her journal. “Here’s the thing, though, Scully: what if the Powers That Be Interfering decide to divert my blood on its way to the bank, thereby giving them access to my genetic material and allowing them to clone me or otherwise use my DNA for spurious purposes?”

“Mulder, what makes you think they don’t already have access to your genetic material?” She looked up. “Aside from the vast conspiracy that includes the cataloging of millions of individuals, including you and me, via vaccination campaigns, I’m sure you’ve left enough of it lying around to sample.”

“Very funny.” Mulder tapped a finger on the top of her journal as she tried to go back to it. “What about the various and sundry unknown maladies we’ve both contracted? Potentially alien viruses. Exotic bacteria. Radiation.”

“They’ll test your blood before they add it to the blood bank,” she said.

“For all that?” Mulder scoffed.

“Whoever gets your blood will also get any antibodies that might be lingering in it,” Scully mused. “It might actually have some protective effects. All the more reason you should schedule regular donations.”

“Is this my doctor’s advice?” Mulder asked.

“Not that you take my advice,” Scully said in a dry voice. She got up, circling the chair. “Looks like you’re almost finished here. Someone will be grateful for a pint of O negative.”

“Are you jealous that someone else is doing medical things to me?” Mulder teased.

“If I wanted your blood, I’d just take it,” Scully said. “It’s nice to outsource these responsibilities from time to time, when you’re not in mortal danger.”

“My life in your hands,” Mulder said softly.

Scully smiled at him. “Death can’t have you on my watch.” She checked the machine again. “Not that you’ll die from losing a pint of blood, a big healthy specimen like you.”

The machine beeped a cheery little tune. The technician came back, edging around Scully, unhooking Mulder from everything and bandaging his arm. She ran through a list of post-donation instructions, handing him a paper with the same information. “Don’t forget to have a snack and something to drink before you leave, okay? And stay for at least 15 minutes.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll make sure I don’t pass out.” Mulder swung his legs off the side of the chair and climbed down. Scully put a hand on his shoulder as he walked to the snack area and perused the offerings.

“Cosmic brownies,” he said, unwrapping one. “They sprang for the good stuff.”

Scully surveyed the snacks. “Personally, I’d go for the oatmeal creme pie.”

Mulder rolled his eyes. “Of course you would. And then you’d probably confess the indulgence.” He bit into his brownie.

Scully set a paper cup of water in front of him. “Drink this.”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the burger,” Mulder said around a mouthful of brownie. “You promised.”

“I did nothing of the sort,” Scully said, taking her journal issue out again as if he’d never interrupted her. “I just neglected to decline.”

“In a debate, failing to address the premise means you assent,” Mulder said, washing down another bite of brownie with the tepid tap water from Scully’s cup.

“We’re not debating,” Scully said, but her mouth quirked at the corner.

“Aren’t we?” Mulder asked.

She looked away, still with that secretive smile. “Mulder, you tease me for eating bee pollen, but excessive consumption of red meat is linked to an increased risk of certain cancers.”

“Then we won’t consume excessively,” Mulder countered. “Burgers today, salad tomorrow. After all we’ve been through, I think we’ve earned it.”

“You do need the calories,” Scully relented.

“Let’s face it, you were going to order a salad and steal half my fries anyway,” Mulder said.

“I never have,” Scully said, but now she was openly suppressing a grin. They both knew the truth.

“The results of my investigation say otherwise,” Mulder said. He downed the last of his water. “What d’you think, Doc, am I safe to re-enter society?”

Scully gave him a quick onceover, thumbing his hair out of his eyes and touching the back of her hand to his forehead. “As much as you ever are.”

He got up slowly. “I’ll take it.”

“I’m driving,” she said, and fished the keys out of his pocket.

“My life in your hands,” he said. “Again.” Maybe it was the blood loss that had his heart thudding. Maybe it was just her: against the dingy backdrop of the donation center, she was all chic competence and incisive blue eyes. The brownies weren't the only thing that was cosmic. Scully was spun from stardust, a glint of the divine in his shadowy life.

She flashed him a smile like sunshine. “I’ve gotten you this far.”

“To the end of the road,” he promised. “As long as that road ends with burgers.”

“I can make that happen,” she said, and it felt like a vow.

[tetedurfarm]

can't remember if i ever really gave the full story here, but some of you may remember a couple years ago when i was constantly losing rabbits around around weaning age from a mystery disease and i'd like to talk about it to maybe help others. it has now been over a year of implementing the new weaning protocol and my losses have dropped from 90+% to almost zero.

obvious tw for animal death and discussion of disease.

symptoms: no appetite, severe grimace, bloating, dehydration, occasionally diarrhea. necropsy revealed discolouration of the kidneys on some animals but not all. symptoms would occur suddenly and kill within 48 hours. bodies were often found with legs extended and heads thrown back against the shoulders. some close to death animals would show neurological signs (shaking, stargazing, unable to stand,) attributed to bloating pressure on the nerves inside the body.

attempted treatments: force feeding with critical care mixed with electrolytes, probiotics, and sometimes caecotrope slurry. five days on five days off five days on treatments of toltrazuril dissolved in water; syringed to animals who would not willingly drink. treatment with corid on the five days off. multiple doses of simethicone oral suspension daily for bloating. banamine for pain. cleaning cages between growout groups with bleach, virkon, and torching.

lastly, i took a freshly dead rabbit (euthanised by me because it was near death anyway,) to a local exotics vet for professional necropsy. vet diagnoses: massive amounts of cocci. however, treatment with powerful coccidiostats were not having any significant impact on kit death, especially in winter, when conditions are wet.

i was genuinely at a loss. i spent about fourteen months (longer than i know i should have, and i still feel very guilty about it) trying to get a grip on this disease. i was at my breaking point. i was losing entire litters overnight, within two weeks of weaning them. coccidiostats helped a tiny bit but clearly it wasn't just the cocci that was the problem. however, no other disease i could find listed on any of the rabbit disease and treatment website or books sounded remotely close to what i was experiencing. the symptoms were so generic (rabbits love coming down with mysterious gut problems), and the necropsy done by the vet had basically found nothing else.

thoroughly cleaning the walls, floors, feeders, and water cups of each cage with bleach and a torch had a marginal but noticable affect not on how many kits became ill, but on how long it took them to become ill.

this was a disease that affected almost exclusively young rabbits. i have had four adult rabbits become infected with the disease; of those, two survived the above treatment regimen. all other deaths (and there were a lot,) were kits around 6-9 weeks of age.

but absolute chance i was having a little bit of a crisis on my rabbit breeder's discord server about how i was one more dead litter from getting out of rabbits entirely. which...if you've been here a while, you know is a huge fucking deal to me. it was not possible for me to go scorched-earth on cocci in my current barn, which is open-fronted with dirt floors, so my only remaining option was to cull or rehome my animals and try again once i had a new barn that i could clean more easily. in the midst of throwing around last-ditch effort treatments to look into, i offhandedly mentioned that bleaching cages helped a little.

and then @/bonefarm said 'well bleach doesn't touch cocci, so if bleach helps, it's probably bacterial.'

which led to: 'y'know it almost sounds like clostridial disease, like you vaccinate hoofstock for'

so i thought y'know what. fuck it. a vial of CDT vaccine is ten bucks at the co-op. it literally cannot make things worse. so when my next litters got to weaning age, i bought a vial, some 22 gauge needles, and jabbed them all on their way to the growout cage. in two weeks - the point in which normally, if they hadn't already started dying, they definitely would begin dropping - i revaccinated them.

and then none of them died.

when i tell you i nearly cried.

it took a few more months to really get a full hold on the situation, as the weather in washington in fall and spring is unpredictable and can put a lot of stress on a kit already dealing with leaving mom and being in a new group situation with other rabbits it may not know, but i was starting to get litters where i would maybe lose one or two, and most litters all kits lived to butcher age. i also learned that timely revaccination is ABSOLUTELY necessary as they can and will start dying again. as is cleaning out the cage after each group. but for ten dollars my rabbits were suddenly staying alive.

now the routine is, a week or so before i wean kits (around 4-6 weeks of age), i vaccinate kits with CDT. now i use insulin needles, as they are 1cc syringes (you typically won't need more than that,) and the tiny needles are easier on little baby bunnies, but the smallest gauge needles you can find (at my feed store the smallest they carry is 22 gauge) works just as well. in two weeks i buy a new vial and revaccinate.

the dosage is .1cc per pound (~0.5kg) of weight, so a vial goes a long way.

i still lose the occasional kit, and sometimes there'll be a couple that get icky but get over it in a couple days, and those are animals i don't keep back for breeding to try and build some sort of resistence to it. in the future i hope to not have to deal with this, but it will probably take years. hopefully the new barn with better climate control and concrete floors will cut down on the bacterial load in the animals by a lot.

i don't know why this is a problem i am dealing with, but i can't be the only one. if you're out there dealing with mystery GI disease in your rabbits that won't respond to other treatments...consider stopping by your local farm store and buying a little vial of CDT vaccine and some needles.

[phantoms-planet]

(already made a post about this but it was giving me issues so I'm making a separate one)

Danny's obsession with Protection begins to take hold, changing him from a normal ghost to a godling. Unfortunately his new status catches the eyes of a twisted organization, one that wishes to use his powers for their own gains. He is captured and his friends and family killed. Danny is contained well below Amity in one of the organization's secret facilities. In order to use one of Danny's new powers, healing tears, Danny is subjected to nonstop of projections of people in peril he has no power to save.

Bruce is suspicious of just how successful this new medical company is. They popped up out of nowhere and quickly gained a reputation for being able to make medicines that could cure just about anything. As batman he investigates further and finds a research and containment laboratory hidden from the public. As "Brucie" Wayne he manages to gain the trust of the owner and CEO of Ameliorate and convinces a tour out of them.

It's easy to sneak away unnoticed for a moment, but less so to hide his surprise at a white haired, ethereal boy chained down there, sobbing uncontrollably. Bruce decides it's time to pull the Justice League in, save the boy, and shut down the company.

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His core screamed out in agony.

A protection god forced to watch as thousands, millions died in front of him, unable to stop it.

Tears flowed down into a collection basin below.

Danny didn’t know how long he’d been there. He didn’t care. However long, it was too much. He wished his friends were there. Sam and Tucker… Their lifeless bodies flashed in his mind and prompted another huge wave of tears to splash into the basin.

Jaz would be able to quench the sorrow with her obsessive knowledge of how emotions worked. She was overbearing at times but he missed having someone care about him so much.

His mom and dad could sooth the ever-present ache with their special brand of care and he knew they wouldn’t hesitate to wreak havoc to save him.

But Maddie and Jack were gone too; shot down trying desperately to save their children. Jaz taken out weeks later while Danny and her were on the run. Danny had rushed to her and then there was a net and then-

This was all his fault; if he hadn’t gotten sloppy with using his powers, if he had kept his ghostly side hidden better.

Instead of his loved ones there was nothing but the overwhelming screens covering every inch of walls, broadcasting carnage and death 24/7. There was a person dressed in all white who came in to feed him. They didn't matter. The people who were shown on the screens mattered. In danger, scared, hurt. They were the reason Danny tried so hard to get out.

A sob jolted his frame enough the chains rattled. All he had wanted was to help people!

Escape should have been easy. He was a god: escape should have been EASY!

He thought they may have been drugging his food.

None of his powers were working as strong as they should have been, some not working at all, but he still had his wail. Danny pulled in as large a breath as he could manage as the feeder person frantically booked it out of the room. Every screen shattered under his scream, plunging him into blissful silent darkness. A soft sigh slipped out. Relief. Finally relief. Seconds later the screens rotated and brought a fresh barrage of misery.

The basin overflowed.

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Bruce was happy with the new medical company at first. Goodness knew Gotham needed a miracle when it came to the overflowing hospitals and untreatable illnesses caused by rouges and pollution alike.

They came in and started producing serums, pills, vaccinations, creams, you name it they had it, that could cure nearly anything. Terminal disease? Taken care of. Joker gas? A breeze for their formulas. Fear Toxin? No sweat. It had taken a while for the company to gain a footing with Gotham’s mistrust but once they had it, they were selling cure all’s at a truly staggering rate.

Bruce had first heard their reputation when one of the actually tolerable moms in the PTA raved about how her daughter was taking some pills and apparently getting sick much less frequently and less aggressively. He had briefly considered trying to get something for Tim, even.

But the problem was that this new company was too good at healing things. Just because Gotham needed a miracle doesn’t mean they exist and would show up out of nowhere. No, this was just suspicious.

Tim and Barbara had begun to dig through the company’s entire digital footprint and it was as if the company truly did just suddenly exist. Bizarrely there was no crime related to them. Not that they had found yet anyway.

He didn’t like this. People were getting better, which was great, but something in his gut told him this wasn’t right. How was the Ameliorate corporation coming up with cures and treatments for every illness, disease, condition, and toxin that ever existed? It very well should have taken centuries of research and development but there wasn’t anywhere near that long of a history to justify the turn out.

“Master Bruce?” He snapped out of his thoughts to a fresh cup of tea being set beside him. Alfred was frowning at him.

Bruce grumbled out a sigh. “Thank you, Alfred. Is Tim-?”

“He is still sleeping. I assume it will be quite a time before he wakes, given how long he was up.” Alfred nodded to the batcomputer. “Is there any progress?”

Another grumbly sigh. Bruce ran his hands down his face before responding. “None. I don’t understand it, there’s no possible way this company could be doing what it’s been doing. Not enough time or research facilities.”

“Perhaps, Master Bruce, there is a facility not in their records? One they don’t wish for people to know about?” It took a moment for the words to set in but when they did Bruce lunged to the computer for another round of exhaustive research.

It took hours.

Finally, Bruce had managed to find allusions to another, much larger, much older facility. It seemed to be somewhere near Illinois, Michigan, or Wisconsin. This facility seemed to be more for containment than research however.

Strangely that’s the only thing he could find. Unfortunately, it was also time for him to go into Wayne Co for some meetings. With slight reluctance Bruce sent what he had to Barbara before stepping away from the computer and making his way from the cave.

There was another big event at the museum soon and the owner and CEO of Ameliorate would be attending. Perhaps he could lay on a thick layer of Brucie charm. It was a long shot, but he would keep it as a fallback plan just in case. No matter what, Bruce knew he had to find out what was in that containment facility.