#yeah prime numbers

[lonelynpc]

what’re some Anesthesiologist Quirks™️ that you wish showed up more in media?

i wish they included us more in media at all to be honest, the entire anaesthetics team seems to be replaced by a solo anaesthetist who doesn't do anything the whole time or just seems to be absent

as for quirks that we have, there are quite a few! the biggest is that we are generally extreme perfectionists but i'll let you be the judge!

here's some of the quirks i've noticed that i think would be cool to see in media more:

the placement of leads, cuffs, etc is really important to us and we have to think about how it impacts the entire procedure. i don't know why but a lot of people put V5 right in the middle of the xiphoid process or people will put every lead in a place where they will have to be relocated after the patient is positioned or the surgery starts. i have also seen people put BP cuffs on too loose, too tight, wrong size, wrong direction, wrong arm, wrong leg, etc.

i wrap the gas sample line around the breathing circuit to avoid tangling.

any syringe with a vasoactive drug in it has to be positioned upside down next to the rest, muscle relaxants are horizontal and above the other syringes.

my syringe labels go parallel to CCs so i can read the drug's name and the dose at the same time. this way i can also see how much i am giving someone as i do it as well. i will relabel my syringes if someone did it wrong. (a lot of people do it horizontally, it's a bit of a debate)

i double tape all ETTs. don't bring fixomull near my ETT, i only want durapore tape.

i use fixomull for IVs though and cut fun shapes out (hearts, stars, etc), if it's just a circle or square i'll probably redo it.

i hate when people remove the monitor leads and just dump the leads on the floor, especially when they get tangled up with the IV pole wheels.

always put your machine on standby between cases because leaving it just blasting oxygen with all the alarms going off is like leaving a hotel room completely trashed.

i like having prime numbers everywhere. RR of 11, 13, 17, 19, propofol gtt rate prime number, etc.*

i like having two labels on lines. for example, if a patient has an art line, i like having an art line sticker close to the bag and one at the port closest to the patient.

if there's a throat pack, i put the "THROAT PACK IN SITU" sticker on the patient's forehead and the breathing circuit. i used to work with someone who would put one on the patient's forehead and on every member of the anaesthetic team's scrub cap.

honestly, i just love stickers and labels. some people don't use them much but i use them a lot and use more than needed for Safety™.

i use more stickers on night shifts.

i put an extra bag of CSL under the bair hugger to keep it warm for when i need it.

i will tell everyone in the room to shut up during induction and emergence. nothing annoys me more than having a patient going under and having people slamming metal trays open, talking loudly or playing loud music. do it intraop or once the patient leaves. i might sound like the fun police but we need to be able to hear our patient because we need to know what's happening with them.

i'm very picky about the patient's position when going out to recovery.

i judge people who use the default vent settings (unless there was more going on with the patient like a major trauma).

we also have a lot of slang, text talk (kind of?), sayings, etc! that's a whole other thing though!

*a lot of us are weird about numbers. for some people like me, it's prime numbers. for some it's even numbers or multiples of five. for some it's just avoiding unlucky numbers.

[johannesviii]

thanks for the EXTREMELY OMINOUS AD, tumblr

[voltoise-art]

I was sick and exclusively played Balatro for like 4 days. The only game that could pull me out of the card brainrot was, fittingly, Metroid Prime.

(The Balatro font can be found here! Like, the ACTUAL font used in-game. LocalThunk posted it and everything I checked.)

(also tap/click for quality idk why the preview is like that)

[moghedien]

i want the show to have Rand tell Lanfear that he knows she turned evil because Lews Therin broke her off and for her to just immediately start ranting about tenure and about how you make ONE little mistake and create ONE little bore and suddenly everyone is mad at you all the time and you can't get a third name and you're an embarrassment to have around

[quibbs126]

You know, I do like how Transformers Animated really put their own spin on the series and characters

Yes, some of this is due to it being a bit before a number of now established plot points in the general lore, but still

Like I like this Optimus, he’s pretty different from the others and I think he’s neat. And it’s not just him, but the other characters and also how they deal with Cybertron and the Autobot-Decepticon War

Granted I’m not that far in, I haven’t even finished the pilot three parter and I never got farther than I think the Soundwave episode prior, but still

[asterdeer]

this is the kind of all consuming comfort character love and fixation that would lead me to write 100k words and counting of mostly h/c fanfiction but unfortunately i can only do that for minor characters with an easily compilable amount of airtime because otherwise the fear that i'm getting missing something or getting a timeline or widely held/beloved fanon wrong is simply too much to handle

[chippdhearts]

hello again! can you imagine if they gave us the female friendships we deserved 😭 like sofia/sara/catherine would have ruled 😭 instead we got that awkward sofia/sara rivalry over grissom (which was also quickly shoved aside and forgotten forever??) what were the writers even thinking

anyway, my favourite characters are grissom (I see so much of myself in grissom - both good and bad traits) and sara (she's so sweet amd smart) but I like everyone, really.

I'm doing something really unhinged - which is I jumped to immortality (which i felt was kinda weird for a series finale, but i digressk) and then started Vegas s1 (although I must admit, I'm not really liking - i hope it gets more interesting). perhaps after I'm done with this, I'll go back to s9 or just jump to s11 like you suggested - maybe a fresh cast is what I need. although I don't want to lose willows too :/

I would have just about killed for a girls gone wild (oh yeah you'll have to watch season 14 and 15 just for these two episodes. All three of the girls go on a girls weekend, x2, and things happen) style episode with the three of them. Literally would have given anything for them to hang out together, they are my girlsssss.

Okay this is interesting! I always think I hate grissom when I haven't watched the show for a while but really I just hate GSR, I don't think it feels like a natural dynamic at all but that's a whole other can of worms. So we get Sara back (season 10 properly iirc) but we don't really see grissom again until imm. But I maintain that we got better content of the girls in the later seasons because it wasn't the 00s anymore and female rivalry was SLOWLY going out of trend.

Immortality was 100000% built for the GSR shippers (aka NOT me) but I was glad to see heather and cat back of course. Vegas is... not the best. I have only watched it once through, and I only admittedly started it when season 2 was airing because I saw they were bringing cat and lindsay back and the concept intrigued me, but they fucked it up big time imo. But also I'm like... just really gay for catherine so it was nice to get to just see her again 😂 regardless of things I did or did not like about various other plot lines.

Cat's leaving arc is SAD but also is probably my favourite character exit. I feel like they gave her the respect she deserved after spending so long on the show. There are many other unrelated to the plot reasons that I really really like that season and it will always be special to me personally. But I do also think that Russell and Finn both get really epic character intros.

Season 10 has, arguably my least fave character (apart from hodges) from the whole series so it's probably the one I have watched the least out of all the seasons. But I think 9-11 are worth watching at least once. Actually this rewatch I found some episodes in season 11 that I liked quite a lot as stand alones. But the overall arc of those seasons are not super enjoyable for me personally.

[neoneggs]

hot take but now with vinyls getting more popular BRING DVDS BACK TOO

I am TIRED of only being able to watch my favourite shows and movies by having a subscription online. I hate having to pay for something I can't directly own and that could disappear at any second for the sake of money and tax cuts. I am all for pirating in this age since none of the money seems to be going towards the people that deserve it, but I hate having to go through multiple pirating sites trying to find the wildly popular show I want to watch because streaming sites don't make it available in my region, or because none of the pirating sites have it, when it would be so much easier to just buy a DVD. I miss going through the extra and deleted scenes after watching a movie, the director's discussions, fake bloopers, everything. I want to be able to display DVDs next to merch and books. I love the special creative boxes. I want my money to go directly to the creators and not have it go towards some rich CEO because streaming rules are weird. I want to actually be able to own the things I pay for and love and not be worried about it disappearing off the face of the internet because some stupid corporation wanted to save a couple hundred dollars by removing it off the playform

[cowvboyenema]

if you ever get confused and genuinely annoyed by my many what the fuck evers just know its my near debilitating ocd

[rxbelling-hxrald]

✔ (we curious)

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[ukulelegodparent]

Love how in general I'm like 'hmm weird how some people can like intuitively know if something is a prime number' when one time I was in line at starbucks and looking at the cup sizes which they had displayed in milliliters and went 'damn those sizes are wild I think 467 is a prime number' AND IT WAS

[todayisafridaynight]

why is there only 5 masadai fics on ao3

why IS there only 5 masadai fics on ao3....

[caeca-iustitia]

Where was Vincent in the 500 years after Omega’s final defeat?

Vincent disappeared around 30 years after Omega’s defeat by Chaos after they were completely sure that their family and friends no longer needed them to remain safe. They did a few things on their journey such as finally working towards making peace with their past and spending months finding a way to reverse Lucrecia’s immortality.

They eventually found a place to rest- specifically a cave northwest of Mideel which was a good spot to allow their slowly weakening body time to recover and regenerate now that Chaos was gone. Without Chaos, their body was slowly beginning to degrade though it wasn’t, yet, at a level where it was a cause for concern. The experiments Hojo performed on them would allow their body to heal again if they entered a similar healing slumber to the one they were in upon AVALANCHE’s initial discovery of them. So, they decided to remain in this cave and sleep until their body was recovered.

Chaos’ removal was a double-edged sword for Vincent. On one hand, they no longer had to deal with the demon’s taunts or attempts to get them to lose control. However, on the other, the demon’s removal prompted a chain reaction that it had been preventing since it was placed within the gunman’s body all those years ago. 

It began small, really small, with the simple fact that their hair was growing a tad faster than it should have been. Their initial slumber had their hair growing from just behind their ears to between their shoulder blades over 30 years. This slumber, however, had their hair grow from their shoulder blades to their knees in less than that. 

The second thing that happened was that their hair began to change colour abnormally- and seemingly without reason. It wouldn’t be that noticeable at first, since Vincent already had some silvery-white hair underneath their veritable mane of blue-black locks but it soon became very apparent that something was going on. Their hair rapidly became a silver shade eerily reminiscent of a foe long past with whom they are inexorably intertwined.

The final, and most dramatic, change was that their usually red-gold eyes, which were comfortingly familiar and once a source of comfort became a bright, unsettling cyan with a remarkably iconic cat-like pupil. Their already near-identical appearance to the One-Winged Angel of decades past became only more indistinguishable with the addition of these freakishly familiar eyes.

When they awoke, almost 500 years after having fallen asleep, to begin with, they immediately realised something was wrong. Upon waking fully and examining their reflection in a pool of water, they were horrified to discover that they were- in a way- a Sephiroth clone. They weren't, however, any old Sephiroth clone as they came before the One-Winged Angel but rather they were simply a precursor to everything that Sephiroth would later become. Patient Zero, if you will. The origin of everything that drove Hojo to groom Sephiroth into an emotionless, cold killing machine.

They had a severe mental breakdown after this and could barely even begin to process everything that they had become. It took weeks, months even, to begin to comprehend it all and even then they were still barely able to think through it all without further breaking down over this haunting realisation. After they had finally managed to regain some semblance of themself, they left to freshen themselves up and figure out what to do with their life at this point. They felt more alone than ever because they couldn’t risk going to Nanaki- the only member of AVALANCHE left, in case their appearance triggered something in him. 

They were alone and vulnerable, again.

[secretcircuit]

LOL that prime number quora post keeps showing up and i get why ppl find it funny but OP (even if theyre wrong) isnt saying "this even number >2 is a prime number" theyre saying "i can demonstrate a flaw in the riemann hypothesis by using it to prove that, if we accept it as true, this even number >2 is a prime, which would be proof by contradiction"... SORRY FOR THE MATH DISCOURSE im just losing it

[bi-writes]

ok reverse the TROPE !!!!!! sugar-mommy!f!reader x retired!simon <333 (18+)

he got discharged on a medical injury. his knee flares up now, phantom pains that shoot up his leg and pinch his spine. he feels like a failure--a lieutenant in his prime, and now he has to acclimate to civilian life and grit his teeth instead of drown the voices in his head out with gunfire.

he's been deployed as much as he could be just to stay away from this kind of place. so he didn't have to get on a train, or take the tube. so he didn't have to think about looking over his shoulder in the shops or learn how to pay a wifi bill. he hates going to the doctor's office, and he hates learning how to properly open his bank account, just to learn that there's nearly nothing in it.

the numbers just dwindle before his very eyes. the rent is too high, even in his shitty studio. when did cable cost that much? why can't he go to the pub for just a few pounds anymore? where is the compensation for giving more than a decade of his life in service of his country just to have to wait in fucking lines to get his medication and argue over the phone about where all his fucking money went.

maybe he never had any. maybe it's all lost somewhere. he'd ask his former captain, but he's halfway across the world, and over his dead body would he hold a hand out and ask for charity when he's 36 years old.

"don't get that one."

simon turns his head, a snarl caught in his throat. there's a pretty thing standing beside him, also staring at the array of ramen packages in focus. you take the orange package out of his hand and put it back on the shelf before reaching for a different package. it's got japanese characters on it, so he can't read the label, but you smile up at him.

"this one is way better. good price for it, too."

"'s more expensive."

"yeah, but you get eight packets in this one. that one only gives you five."

at the till, you notice him subtly counting the notes in his wallet. you pretend not to notice, rocking back and forth on your heels, but just as he picks up his bag to leave, you speak up.

"you wanna get a drink? on me."

and fuck, he could use a bourbon. on the first one, he thought your presence was pleasantly tolerable. by the fourth, he's staring down your shirt, dark eyes mapping out what the curves of your breasts might look like in the palm of his big hand. by the sixth, you're pressed up against a sticky bathroom wall and holding on for dear life as he pounds into you from behind, knickers in his back pocket, manicured nails digging slits into his tattooed forearm.

you sink those claws in that night; and you do not let go.

the third night you ask him out, he sees your flat for the first time. in a nice building downtown, doorman holding the door open for you. the elevator ride is long enough for him to see the tops of buildings, and when you step inside your flat, he swallows hard when he realizes you are way out of his league.

gorgeous leather seats and couch. large tv with surround sound. a french kitchen with a gas stove. your flat is filled with knickknacks and candles, low yellow lights and wonderful collections of art and little glass vases and sculptures. your home is filled with warmth, and you don't belong with him.

just as he thinks about backing out of the place, you turn and grip the lapels of his jacket, tugging him closer. you touch your nose to his over his mask, smiling, and you push the door closed behind him and press him up against it.

"so, which room do you wanna christen first? i thought we could start in the kitchen."

you're a woman that knows what she wants, he'll give you that; and he doesn't have it in him to say no.

the sun wakes him up in the morning. he doesn't remember falling asleep--he doesn't like to make staying over a habit. when he sits up on his elbows, he takes a deep breath, realizing his back hurts a lot less. the mattress of your bed is wonderful, much more supportive than the flat mess he has on the floor in his own place, and he blinks himself awake when you come out of the bathroom.

you're freshly dressed, makeup on, and you're putting on your jewelry when you see him. you smile at him, coming towards the bed, and you bend down to kiss where his mouth would be under the mask.

"good morning, simon. sleep well?"

"mmm..."

you take that as a yes, cupping his jaw, and you kiss him over his mask again before going to get some shoes from your closet. he doesn't comment on the fact that when you open it, he realizes the closet there is only for shoes...

"you hungry, baby? want some breakfast?"

"i--oh..." simon lays back down when his back tweaks, and you reach for him when you see him fall back in the mirror. you smooth a hand down the side of his body, frowning.

"why don't you stay in bed? i'll have my assistant bring you something."

"no, tha's--"

"i'm not asking, simon, i'm telling you," you coo. you pick up one of his hands and trace one of his scars with your finger. you have long, almond-shaped nails. there's pretty chrome nail art over the wine red color you wear, and he focuses on it as you kiss his knuckles gently. "will you wait for me to come home?"

"where y'goin'?"

"gotta work, honey," you wink down at him. "and i want you to be here when i get back."

"tha' so?"

"mhm," you smile. "right here. in my bed--" you lift the covers a little and peek, giggling as you put it back down after getting a glimpse at his cock resting against his lower stomach. "just like this, simon."

he doesn't remember if he ever goes back to his flat. he thinks he went one more time, to grab a few bottles of his medication, but the tick in his knee hadn't been so bad with the great physical therapy you started paying for and the warm massages you gave him every night.

and his back--your bed always contours perfectly against the muscles of his back, and he finds himself sleeping a full seven hours every single night.

not to mention his new work outs. simon hadn't been to the gym much since coming home, but he knows he must be burning hundreds of calories with you. you test his limits. as soon as you're home, you jump on him, and the stress relief your pussy brings him is just what he needs to get the edge off. you're a fiend, especially after a rough day, and the way you bounce on his cock in every room of your flat keeps him up at night sometimes with the most glorious wet dreams.

you're up late that night. you're curled up on the couch in one of simon's shirts and a glass of red wine, and there's a mountain of papers around you that you're focusing on reading. you have a huge presentation tomorrow, and everything needs to be perfect. simon comes into the living room, shirtless, and you smile when you see him standing there. he's wearing the new sweats you got him, but you can't focus on that too much when you're staring at his pudgy, toned stomach and his nice pecs. you bite your lip, taking a long sip of your wine, and simon hikes up his mask to take a bite out of his bowl of ice cream.

"gonna be up late tonight?" he asks, and you nod. "want me to sit with ya?" you nod again, lifting up your legs, and when he takes a seat next to you, you drape them across his lap. you lean over to give his scarred cheek a kiss, and when you turn back to your paperwork, a thought comes across your mind.

"we should get married," you say softly, circling a note over something. simon keeps eating, as if what you said doesn't phase him.

"why's tha', love?"

"tax benefits."

"mmm..." simon drops one of his hands and thumbs against your ankle. the flat is warm. his stomach is full. his body hurts less, and his heart aches with something nice. "olright then."

you smile.

"good. cause i already bought the ring."

NEXT

[kojakaj]

it is really funny in number theory seeing like. 1 million theorems about ODD primes and being like, a complete math newb like "why is it odd primes? aren't all primes odd, except 2" and then ur professor is like yeah 2 fucking sucks and like does not fit any of our proofs so we have to deal with it separately and etc. and they have like such vitriol for. prime number 2.