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Compromise where you can. Where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say, “No, you move.”

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If your family ever feels dysfunctional just remember that my parents got divorced and didn’t tell each other where they were moving to so they ended up moving in the same neighborhood and becoming neighbors

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💉 HRT ANNOUNCEMENT 💉

YOU NEED TO ASPIRATE BEFORE INJECTING.

I’ve known many individuals who were never told by medical professionals to aspirate, which is unacceptable on behalf of endocrinology. This is an extremely important step because if you accidentally inject into a vein, you can literally die.

“I’ve never aspirated and I’ve been fine” until you’re not.  “My doctor never told me to aspirate” because trans healthcare has yet to be standardized and is a work in progress. “The area I inject in has little to no blood vessels” but there are so many people who don’t know which areas are safest and it’s better to be safe than sorry.

How To Aspirate: Stick yourself with the needle and then draw back on the syringe. If your syringe fills with blood, you need to reposition your needle. If it doesn’t fill with blood, you’re safe to inject there.

Signs that you’ve injected into a vein: — Stroke — Shortness of breath — Coughing — Chest and/or abdominal pain — Low Oxygen — Blood clots — Slurred speech — Headache — Swelling — Tenderness

Literally just aspirate because it takes 2 seconds and can save your life.

Please share this post so that this practice becomes more common!

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(via https://twitter.com/ellingson/status/1269302366337024000)

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The highest position in the academy of warlocks and wizardry is not the headmaster, nor is it the wise sage. You are the librarian, tasked with protecting and regulating the vast and powerful knowledge contained in the many grimoires at your disposal. Describe how you claim a late fee on “The Tome of Curses and Blessings” one of the most dangerous and versatile magics. - Writing Prompt courtesy of @7246heb72hfft783 and @writing-prompt-s

Warg the Terrible slammed his spellbook shut and laughed maniacally as lightning split the reddened sky. Below his rocky perch, the armies of his enemies dashed themselves to pieces on each others' weapons as all descended into the chaos of his spell. Chaos from he would emerge the sole survivor, the victor, the ruler! He threw back his head to laugh again - 

"Ahem," came a dry, small voice directly behind him.

Warg nearly fell off the promontory, so quickly did he spin around. 

Standing behind him was a plump little person in glasses and colorful business casual, tattoos peeping out from the cuffs of their shirt.

"Forgive the intrusion," they said, in tones of cool disdain. "But I represent the Archives of the Whispered Colleges. And you, sir, have something that does not belong to you."

Lightning flashed and the cries of the soldiers below briefly rose to a scream.

"Librarian," Warg breathed out. His opponent inclined their head in acknowledgement. There was no spellbook in their hands, but Warg had no doubt they could summon one in a flash. "I... don't know what you're talking about," he said, resisting the urge to tug nervously at the jeweled and embellished collar of his majestic robes. "This must be some administrative mistake."

The Librarian pulled a thin pocket notebook from the air, flipped pointedly to a page. Warg tensed. "Did you not, upon the third day of the harvest moon waxing gibeous, present yourself at the reference desk with a student ID in the name of..." they fixed Warg with a piercing glare - "'Brock Stonemuscles'?"

Warg drew himself up. "That's a real ID. I've been taking a night class. In Elocution."

"And did you not then task the desk attendent to fetch you "The Tome of Blessings and Curses," one of the most potent and restricted books in the entire school?" the little nerd continued, in a voice that was quiet yet cut through the night like steel.

"You can't get me for that!" Warg pointed a shaking finger at the Librarian, hugging his spellbook closer to his chest with his other arm. "Any designated agent of the Library may choose to make an exception and release a book to a student in good standing. I checked out the book fair and square!"

"Yes." The Librarian narrowed their eyes. "The student aide who assisted you is being treated and may yet make a full recovery. The Library code has been officially updated to reflect that mindwipes, memory modifications, and other such tampering with staff will invalidate transactions. But you did find a loophole, Brock, and I haven't been able to touch you. Until today." They bared their teeth in a ferocious grin. Arcane energy crackled green around them. "Because today that book is overdue. And I am here to collect."

Warg swung the Tome up to a defensive position, gripping it with trembling hands. "You cannot defeat me, Librarian!" he shrieked. "Not when I hold such potent power in my hands!"

The Librarian held out their hand. "That will eleven dollars and twenty-eight cents."

"You'll never take - what?" Warg pulled up short mid-defiant speech.

"Eleven dollars and twenty-eight cents," the Librarian repeated, eyeing Warg over their spectacles.

"Oh. Ha ha. Eleven dollars. Ha ha ha ha." Warg fumbled for his wallet. Below, he could hear the screams of the dying turning into the grunts of the confused. He just needed to get his concentration back on the battle for another few minutes, just long enough to reinforce the spell a few final times. "Hang on, and I'll have you on your way... Um. I don't carry much cash. I've got a ten..." He pressed the bill into the Librarian's hand, kept digging. "And... here, a Starbucks gift card. It's got at least a couple bucks. They'll give you cash when it gets that low!"

"I would prefer exact change," the Librarian said forebodingly.

"Right. Okay." Warg hiked up his robe and dug into his pants pockets. Nickels, a handful of pennies, and yes - a quarter!

"Here! Take it!" Warg shoved the coins at the Librarian, who carefully picked over them. Warg shot a look over his shoulder. Yes, the armies of his enemies were definitely looking less possessed by their inner demons and more possessed by the need to find out what was going on. "If that's it? I'm sure you're very busy."

The Librarian solemnly handed back Warg a handful of coins. "Your late fee is paid, Brock Stonemuscles," they said gravely. "Now only one thing remains. Hand over the book."

"Oh come on!" Warg yelled. "I'm using it!"

The Librarian lowered their eyebrows. Flames crackled in their eyes and their voice seemed to reverberate straight through Warg's skull. "You cannot... renew a loan... when the book... is overdue!"

Warg howled and thrust "The Tome of Blessings and Curses" up to the broken sky. The shockwave of sheer magical power released dropped every soldier on the field below to their knees, screaming in madness. Even the Librarian staggered back a few feet.

"You cannot defeat me, Librarian!" he screamed as lightning rioted in the heavens above and fell winds whipped the dust around them both. "Your powers are for naught when I hold the most powerful weapon in your arsenal! No one shall defeat Warg the Terrible!"

The Librarian, covering their face with crossed arms, yelled something into howling maelstrom of magic. Warg, despite himself, leaned a little closer. "What?!" he yelled.

The Librarian looked up at Warg. Raised a fist. The three pennies he'd given them bristled between their knuckles. "I said," the Librarian hissed into a sudden silence, "that's not how books work, dummy."

The Librarian punched their hand up. Lightning crackled to their fist and then leapt to the copper coated pennies back in Warg's pocket. Warg screamed as electricity and magic coursed through him -

And then he was gone. His empty robe dropped to the ground, "The Tome of Blessings and Curses" thumping lightly down on top of it. Thunder rumbled one final time, and a gentle rain began to fall on the men and women slowly picking themselves up down below, looking around in confusion. 

The Librarian bustled over in all haste to pluck the book from the ground, tucking it safely beneath their blazer away from the damp. "I don't have to be holding the book when I know what's inside it," they said to the remains of Warg, patting the book as if to sooth it.

A flicker of rain and the Librarian was gone with their prize, leaving only a crumpled 10 dollar bill and a few coins left on the ground to mark their presence. 

They kept the Starbucks gift card.

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Do you guys think they were drawing porn of a humanized black plague girl hundreds of years ago, or is corona chan a new occurance

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thank you.

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“Kitty practicing the lion dance for the Chinese New Year” 

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Also if you are in Canada, Espace Tricot is owned by a black woman as well although many may not have known. A lot of the yarn companies are indie dyers so please support them especially since a lot of yarn festivals were canceled due to COVID-19

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as an audience we need to show our support for john as well 🙏🏼 we’ve done it before and we’ll continue to show our support for him. FUCK RACISTS

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Just an overall mood for the whole year.

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john mulaney is smack dab in the middle.

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Can I join the Joey Batey bandwagon. 🥳🥳🥳🥳

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The X-Men by Lukas Werneck

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