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this is the entire kei lumennura arc right?

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Don't put anything but water in anyone's eyes for pepper spray. Not milk. Not antacid. Pepper spray is not an acid and a base will not neutralize it. Nothing will neutralize it. You're not trying to neutralize it; you're trying to remove it. That is how an eye flush works. Just flush it out, away from the nose. It'll still hurt for a while even after it's flushed out.

Spray it from a sports bottle, like cyclists use. A nice wide stream will prevent too much concentration of force that could hurt they eye. Don't use a spray bottle. If you poke a hole in a regular bottle cap, try to make sure it's large enough for a good stream of water to push the pepper spray out of the eye.

The eyes will be squeezed shut reflexively. Don't jam your fingers into someone's eyes to open them. Instead, once you have made sure they're not wearing contacts, press your thumb against the lower edge of the browbone aka the top edge of the eye socket, above the eye, and roll your thumb to pull the eyelid up. (If they are wearing contacts, they have to take them out and throw them away. If they can't, then just guide them to safety but do not flush the eyes and do not attempt to remove the contacts yourself.)

Putting antacids, milk, etc into eyes can cause infection, trigger allergies, or scratch the cornea. Use water. It doesn't matter whether it's saline. It doesn't have to be sterile, as long as it's clean enough that it could be used as drinking water.

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Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

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"these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄" ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it's a good thing that they're amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence

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oh and when i was a year old, after i got my foot amputated my parents were pushing me around in a stroller at a street festival in miami and i was chewing on my foot or whatever and this street performer came up to us and was like “aw i bet that tastes good!!” and my dad was like “yeah look at what she did to the other one!!!!” and pulled back the blanket covering my left leg to show a stump with a huge scar on it and i’m pretty sure my dad terrified that poor man

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he's free now

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On a fateful day in sixth year, Harry follows Ron and Hermione into the hazy, vapour-filled dungeons for their class with Slughorn. Breathing in woody, floral fumes, he opens up an old annotated copy of Advanced Potion-Making for the first time.

That year, he kisses Ginny Weasley for the first time, too.

He also slices Draco Malfoy open in a bathroom.

Ten years later, he finishes up at his desk on a Friday evening, chucks the latest case notes into his bag, and wanders down to the D.M.L.E. potion lab. Technically, at this hour, there should be no-one here, but he's not surprised to find a pale blonde head bent over a row of steaming cauldrons.

"Shouldn't you be home by now?" He drops his bag on the floor, hoisting himself up onto the benchtop.

"Funny." Malfoy doesn't take his eyes off his task, peering at the dark, pearly liquid. It looks vaguely familiar. “Shouldn’t you?”

"Not like it matters," Harry says, gaze catching on the damp curls at Malfoy's nape. "Nothing to go home to except more case notes."

"Oh, the life of the Chosen One. Scintillating as ever." Malfoy stirs the middle potion clockwise, then counter-clockwise. "I'll be sure to write to the Prophet tomorrow, first thing."

Harry snorts, and Malfoy grins, wiping his brow with his sleeve. He begins stirring the potion closest to Harry, counting under his breath. Spirals of steam twist languidly in the air as a comfortable silence settles in. Harry breathes in deep, slow, recognising the warm, clean scent of Malfoy’s cologne. He’s sure he could pick out Malfoy blindfolded now, after five years of working together in close quarters.

"I should go home and use my own lab," Malfoy murmurs, brushing his hair out of his face again. "The temperature control charms here are shit. I'm sweating my fucking balls off right now."

Harry can't be blamed for what he says next; he's trying very hard not to think about Malfoy's balls.

"Well, you smell nice, at least."

Malfoy looks at him sharply, a strange look on his face. "What?"

Harry feels a heat creep up his neck that has nothing to do with humidity. "Er, your cologne. It's nice."

Malfoy carefully places the ladle down on the benchtop. "I'm not wearing cologne today."

"Oh." Harry breathes in, helplessly, wishing he would shut up even as he keeps talking. "It smells like your cologne in here." Too late, he remembers where he recognises the pearly sheen of the potion from. Sixth year. Slughorn. "Ohhhh, shit. Is that—"

"Amortentia," Malfoy breathes, crowding in between Harry's knees, and then—he's kissing Harry, kissing him hard, tugging at his hair, shoving a hand up his t-shirt. Shock, hunger, hot and electric, shoot up Harry's entire body and he pulls Malfoy hard against him, desperate. Malfoy's tongue is in his mouth. Harry wants to climb inside him.

Finally Malfoy pulls back, breathing hard. "It smells like me? Really?"

"Yes," Harry groans, chasing after him. "Yeah, this whole fucking—" Harry gasps, clutching Malfoy closer as he sucks at the skin below Harry's ear, "—room smells like you. Oh God. Fuck, fuck, don't stop—"

Draco doesn't.

Floral 🌸 Day 6 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s unofficial microfic may challenge

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This gotta be the funniest Enterprise-Klingon exchange ever:

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@itsapmseymour is such an anomaly.

like. i was just thinking about how funny it is that some people know him from tumblr as the legendary man who will grant you half a dozen notes if he is summoned. some people know him as travis from mystreet and whatever other series' travis has appeared in (i havent caught up with aphmau's content in years). some people know him as the creator of cosmic wonders and the local elf artist. some people know him from his role in other games, shows and whatnot he has voice acted in.

and the funniest part to me is that some people know of one of these things and not the others.

he is like neil cicigera or david tennant. he is everywhere eternally.

and he may come for you.

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Credit to: user

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We’re gonna getcha

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Okay so good news: Ollie has come to understand that if he bites the shit out of my hands and ignores warnings that I will use my laundry basket as a temporary baby jail

The flip side: It appears that the boy wants to be put in baby jail sometimes and now knows exactly how to get there

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if we look at the original timeline (aka annabeth and percy being born in 1993) then 2009 was a big year for annabeth bcus not only did the battle of manhattan take place and she finally started dating percy, but also minecraft came out and i think that would be a big deal to her

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#Something something about Annabeth expecting help from her mother because she was always the perfect kid but getting sent to her own death and Percy expecting nothing because he doesn't believe in his dad and despite everything being saved from death by him

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You don't have to like weed but I find people who are vehemently anti-weed but claim to be left leaning infuriating. If you go into a rage because you smelled someone smoking pot, how the fuck do you expect to form community with people addicted to meth? It's easier to say you hate smokers than to say you hate all drug users in leftist spaces because one makes you sound a bit like a square while the other is the writing on the wall. You aren't anti-weed, you're anti-drug user and anyone who uses substances is not safe around you.