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Never sadly I’m watching it now so it’s not coming out anymore 😭😭😭😭😭

reblog this and put in the tags what the first episode of supernatural you saw live was

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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

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im thinking of wrighing a dean/reader fanfic soon hope people might injoy

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SAIRA!!!

Oh my love, thank you so much. You know I adore you so very much. Thank you for always sending me love 😘😘😘

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I’m thinking of writing a fan fic about dean and reader should I do it comment pls

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Dean Winchester 😜🤪

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flower-of-darkness asked:

Send this lovely bouquet of flowers to your favorite followers/mutuals 💐 Maybe it will put a smile on their face and brighten their day!! ✨💖💖💖💞💞 ILYSM!!

Okay, so I was tagged a few times in this so I figured I'd make a separate post, but wanted to keep the original ask from it.

Thank you to @sunchay @lostinaseaoffictionalbliss and @musicalmuffindog1410 for tagging me. I send a bunch right back to you as well as...

@deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @vintagevalentinex @idreamofplaid @thewhiterabbit42 @blondecoffeecake and all of my many mutuals who are lovely and wonderful and amazing, but it's Friday evening after the longest week known to man and I can't remember anyones tags.

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Good karma

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one of my favorite quotes from season 1

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Shy very shy ☺️

reblog if you’re gay, shy or a fucking idiot

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So I had the crazi dream last night I was at a school and Dean Winchester was a lion cuddling with little kids but I had to get him turned back so we somehow ended up in a super market and I ran at a guy with a shopping cart with Dean on my shoulder I run into his cart and yell are you the voodo man and he says no and we see this goth girl sort off evil looking and I’m about to question her but my dad woke me up before I could and I was a lamb at one point

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La Petite Mort

Word count: 2.1K

Pairing: Dean X Reader AU

Warnings: None, just fluff, humour and implied sex ;)

Series Summary: The reader has just shifted to a new flat and boy, someone on the floor has a really banging sex life! The passionate moans have been keeping her up for several nights in row and enough is enough! Reader has her suspicions, but is it really the green-eyed hottie from room no. 307?  

A/N: It’s a neighbours!AU. I’m finally writing one. So excited to share it with you guys. Hope y’all like it! <3

Beta: The best babe, @deanssweetheart23​​​​​

Everything was fine till the banging started. Pun very much intended.

The shift had been smooth, the job was going great and life was finally on track. You had slid under the covers with the most satisfied smile in years only to be woken up to a lady very, very, very happy with her life.

Oh yeah… oh yeah… ahhh right there… oh fuck yeah…

Keep reading

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Vigilante x Hero

I saw someone mention a few days ago that this would be an interesting pairing, so I started thinking about how I might portray it.

“Happy, happy discharge day!” Hero sang, coming into the hospital room with a bouquet of orchids.

Vigilante straightened up in bed, holding their slinged arm tight to their chest so it didn’t get in the way as Hero carefully embraced them.

“What are you doing here so early?”

“Trying to catch a glimpse of your lovely sleeping face,” Hero said. “I thought 5:30 would be early enough.”

“Try 4:00,” Vigilante said. “But actually don’t. The thought of you watching me sleep is cringey.”

“Admit it, it would’ve been pretty romantic for you to wake up, turn over, and find me slouched asleep in one of these chairs, bouquet hanging loosely from my hand.”

“I would’ve had you thrown out. Can I have the flowers?”

Hero smiled softly and handed over the bouquet, watching fondly as Vigilante pressed their cheek against the fresh petals for a few seconds then began picking through it flower by flower until they found the most perfect one. They shook it out from its wrapping and held it out in front of them. Slowly, the deep purple faded to a slightly lighter shade, and the leaves curled in a bit on the stem. Vigilante spun it between their thumb and forefinger with a smile before gently setting it on their bed side table. Vigilante may have sucked away what remained of the little flower’s life, but they’d left it beautifully preserved.

Hero had to admit, it would be at least a little nice if they could use their powers in a casual setting. Just every once in awhile.

“Don’t let me forget it,” they said, laying the rest of the bouquet on their lap.

“We’re getting out of here soon anyway,” Hero said, pulling a folded sheaf of paper out of their back pocket. “Surprise! I picked up your discharge forms from the front desk.”

“I don’t think they’re supposed to give you those.”

“It’s before 6:00, the waiting room is full, and I’m your emergency contact, they got lazy. Anyway, uh, here’s a pen.” They procured one from the front pocket of their shirt.

“You must be really desperate to get me out of here,” Vigilante said. “Missed me much?”

Hero smiled but continued on. “You just sign here, here, here,” they turned the page. “Initial here, then sign here.”

The pen scritch scratched over the paper, and Hero’s heart pounded in heavy accompaniment. Hero casually strolled over to the window and watched the car coming and going from the parking lot.

The pen stopped.

“Hero?”

Hero’s heart felt like it plummeted into his stomach. “Yeah?”

“Care to explain what a Hero Core application form is doing in my discharge papers?”

Hero turned around to face the lightning flashing in their stormy gray eyes.

“Hero Core? Must be a mix up. Here, let me ask them about it.”

“Hero.”

Hero froze midstep. They swallowed, forcing themselves to meet Vigilante’s eyes. “I just want you safe.”

“Are you—?” They didn’t finish the thought and threw their hands up in the air, bringing them down with a thwack on the papers. “Hero, for the last time, I’m not becoming a superhero.”

“But you can’t live your current lifestyle if you’re not,” Hero said, voice growing stern.

“What do you call what I’ve been doing the last two years?”

“Living in reckless abandon! You were dragged behind a car, Vigilante! No one knew where you were, you had no back up, and when the ambulance came you know what was the first thing they checked for? An ID bracelet. If a civilian hadn’t seen and called it in, who knows what would’ve happened. And if your injuries had been even a little worse, if you’d needed a transplant? They would have let you die.” Hero swiped their arm across their eyes before the tears could drip off their lashes. “That was scariest day of my life!”

Vigilante reached out their hand, waving it a little until Hero shuffled up and took it.

“I didn’t die,” Vigilante said, squeezing Hero’s hand. “I made stupid choices that day, I know. I should’ve called you. I should’ve called someone. But that doesn’t mean what I’m doing is wrong.”

“It’s illegal.”

Vigilante’s loving hand squeeze turned slightly painful. “Don’t bring up irrelevant things. Just because living to the letter of the law is something you feel you need to do doesn’t mean it’s something I need to do.”

“When you are part of Hero Core they can track you whereabouts when something goes wrong. You are on a list of hundreds of Hero contacts, so help is as far away as a ping or a phone call. You’re automatically at the top of organ transplant registries. All hospital and rehabilitation expenses are paid for. It’s full-time pay, and if you get hurt, they pay you for recovery leave. How can you just ignore all the benefits of a program like this?”

“No amount of benefits is going to make me sell my soul to an immoral corporation.”

“They’re not—”

Vigilante slipped their hand out of Hero’s grip and slid it up their wrist to rest on their Hero ID Bracelet. Their…inhibitor bracelet.

“What right do they have to say when and where you can use your powers? What right do they have to know where you are every second of the day?”

“It’s…” Hero choked a little on their words. “It’s just precautionary. Hero Core needs to ensure none of their heros are abusing their position. It makes sense.”

“You belong to them, Hero.” Vigilante fingered at their ID bracelet, thumbing at the sealed clasp before pulling Hero’s hand up to their lips. “I wish infinitely that you belonged half as much to me.”

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