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WE LOVE YOU PEDRO

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oh you think your life is hard? try being a gay rat living in france who hates your dad and just wants to cook

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"interesting that OP blocked me instead of respond to my point 🤔" curious that the Dave & Busters has requested i leave after shitting my pants on the DDR. could they be feeling a bit owned perchance?

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The most human thing a character can do is contradict themselves.

The cynic who still carries a childhood stuffed animal.

The liar who craves honesty.

The overthinker who makes reckless decisions.

The heartbreaker who believes in soulmates.

The pacifist who holds lifelong grudges.

The tough guy who cries during old movies.

The thrill-seeker who's terrified of commitment.

The grump who’s unfailingly polite to waitstaff.

People aren’t consistent. Your characters shouldn’t be either.

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It's end of May, yall know what that means

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Love when writers do an insane amount of unnecessary research for their fics. I follow an author that did like 8 months of intense research into 14th century Scotland so they could write smut about it, and guess what. It was some fucking incredible porn AND I learned about old Scottish politics

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Ruby-Spears Original Character Cast (part 5)

Villain style!

Going waaaaay back to

Electric Nightmare

for this one. Introducing Dr. Light’s 9000 series of Domestic Robots: Octo-nanny, the French Maid, and Butler-that-is-not-Alfred!  The squeaky-voiced cosmetic clerk with cotton candy growing out of her head was designed by Professor Henson, and works in Gizmo City. Dolores now works for Dr. Umlauf, Morris has been employed in a place yet to be revealed :) and Doris is still employed by Dr. Light, which is rather nice of him since she did try to murder him. Since the game and show gave us very few robotic females, Doris has been promoted a semi-regular. Doris is a foil for Roll, with a severe, humorless personality and a fondness for looks and glamor. These traits sometimes overshadow the fact that she’s also clever, resourceful, patient, and could be a femme fatale. The cosmetic clerk will also appear again with a sunnier personality then the one she had while under Dr. Wily’s control. 

Raid Faraj deals stolen artwork, Maude Lapierre collects it, and Charlie Rojenko* dabbles in both. Though collecting and dealing stolen art isn’t exactly the most heinous of criminal activities, these three have become millionaires at their illegitimate trade, catching the attention of Dr. Wily who was keen at getting in their wallets in exchange for the art of a perfectly shrunken city (a plan which Elec Man pointed out had many holes, but then again, so does Wily’s brain). All three crooks will appear again.

Otto ‘Raptor’ Moreau shares his surname with another literary mad scientist who also practiced unethical gene-splicing. Not sure if he is suppose to be a parody of Muldoon from Jurassic Park or the Crocodile Dundee, could be both. :) 

In Recut, Otto Raptor is a criminal genetic engineer, based on a somewhat stock supervillain archetype popular in comics. The criminal genetic engineers in Recut are animal right extremists, they believe animals are perfection and mankind is inherently evil and an enemy to the natural world.  So, what to do when you hate the race you were born into? Recode your own DNA, of course! Similar to Dr. Connors, Otto Raptor has experimented on himself and is now a mutant lizard hybrid, and as Dr. Wily so delicately put it, 'his experimenting has gone straight to his brain.’ Otto Raptor’s primary fixation is with reptiles, and would like nothing better than to rid the animal kingdom of humanity’s tyranny by converting it to mutant hybrids so animals reign supreme again (and consequently, converting them to his viewpoint, what a saint). Like I said, stock supervillain stuff. :)

*A note on the spelling of Rojenko’s name:

Unlike Faraj and Lapierre, I could not figure out what the hell this dude’s name was. I hear the syllables “Roh-genk(with the 'g’ like the 'g’ in rouge)-koh,” yet no combination of spellings or consonants yielded any real surname from google, until finally I found 'Rojenko,’ which I used, assuming that the 'j’ is pronouced the same way it would be in in the name 'Jaques.’

However! I beleive the fic Mega Man Defender gave him the name 'Rozhenko’ in honor of Star Trek. If the name Rozhenko is more on the mark of canon, then he has a Russian-ish name. I’m starting to sense a pattern here…based on the non-native accents the voice actors were impersonating, Wily is presumably German, Doris is Austrian, Faraj is from the Middle East, Lapierre is French, Rozhenko is Russian, fake Dr. Umlaut is Swiss, and Otto Raptor is from Australia, right? Lining up the cast of villains back to back, the cartoon starts looking suspiciously XENOPHOBIC, especially against Europe…

…kidding! There are examples of good guys with fake 'VA doing a non-native accent’ foreign accents too. As far as Mega Man Recut goes, Charlie Rojenko is a good ol’ fat American crook, through in through :)

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STARTING TOMORROW

Scientists in weather and climate are live streaming for 100 hours to make their case to the American public.

They are live streaming, but engagement is necessary for it to work. SHARE THIS WITH PEOPLE, RECORD THE STREAM, POST CLIPS OF IT THAT ARE FUNNY, if you can tune in, PLEASE DO!

This is something that has to be heard by as many people as possible. Put it on in the background! See if you can get other people to watch it! Do whatever you can do support those who are trying to be supported! Anything and everything helps!

TUNE IN HERE

article I posted screenshots of here

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Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

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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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controversial opinion but bringing characters back from the dead is fine and doesn’t cheapen the existence of death and mortality if there are sufficient emotional and narrative consequences. i’m talking guilt, i’m talking lingering resentment and grief, i’m talking rejection from those who’ve already begun to move on, i’m talking complicated feelings about being returned to a life you departed from without grace or preparation without your consent and now have to deal with the fallout of, i’m talking repressed feelings that cannot be acknowledged without hurting everyone involved, because you can bring back what was lost but what happened cannot be undone. and that’s why i could fight marvel studios and win.

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Well shit, the Republicans brought a certain anti-online porn bill back to the table.

The Interstate Obscenity Definition Act.

This should alarm you guys.

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It becomes very very evident when an author has never interacted with small children before. PLEASE stop writing 4 year olds with baby voices, I promise you they do not answer in short sentences the way a baby might. They can and Will start monologing

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We just knew.

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real adult™ tip from a real adult™ with executive dysfunction

do stuff while waiting for other stuff

like that sounds intuitive and vague but so much of the day is spent in a period of wait and if you struggle to motivate yourself to do things then this is the best time

waiting for your water to boil? bag up your garbage. waiting for your coffee to drip? wipe down your counters. roommate taking up the bathroom? scoop the cat box. waiting for your food to cook in the microwave? do however many dishes you can while it’s in there. 

waiting is the perfect time to do a limited amount of something for yourself where you would be otherwise just standing around doing fuck-all