my friend and i were going to study a language together and wound up having to cancel our plans due to scheduling pressures, but! through research we came across a really cool resource for reading in a TON of languages: bloom library!
as you can see, it has a lot of books for languages that are usually a bit harder to find materials for—we were going to use it for kyrgyz, for example, which has over 1000 books, which was really hard to find textbook materials for otherwise. as you can see it also has books with audio options, which would be really useful for pronunciation checking. as far as i can tell, everything on the site is free as well.
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this came to me in a dream
One week after Tommy kissed him, Buck walks into the firehouse to find Hen waiting for him. She smiles as he walks into the locker room, and turns a small brown paper bag over in her hands.
“How are you?” she asks. “You know, since—” she gestures, and Buck’s not entirely sure which part of him it’s meant to cover.
He blinks, and it must have something of a deer-in-the-headlights quality to it, because Hen laughs.
“Not a pop quiz, Buck,” she says, gentle, something softening in her eyes. “Just checking in.”
Buck drops the tension he hadn’t quite intended to gather in his shoulders and lets the shy beginnings of a smile spread across his face. “I’m good. I—we went out on Saturday, and it was—”
“Good?” Hen asks, and Buck laughs, heat flashing across his cheekbones.
He ducks his head, instinctively trying to hide it, then straightens his spine and grins so wide his flushed cheeks hurt. “It was really good,” he says. “And I’ve been reading a lot, you know, other people who came out, uh, later in life—”
“Yeah, you’re ancient,” Hen says.
Buck rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“I know,” Hen says. “And every journey is—”
“Different, yeah,” Buck says. “I’m starting to get that. Turns out there’s a lot of—” he swallows. “There’s a lot of us out there.” He only wavers a little on the word us. “Anyway, so I’ve been reading, and I guess I’ve been telling Maddie about it a lot because she said the other day that I came flying out of the closet, so—”
Hen snorts. “That tracks.”
“It’s—I feel good, Hen. Good in a way I didn’t know I could.”
“I’m glad,” Hen says, soft. She looks down at her hands, seems to remember the paper bag she’s holding. “I have something for you,” she says, offering it to him.
Buck opens the bag and pulls out a square piece of cardboard. Stuck to it is an enamel pin, barely two inches across, the colours of the bisexual flag bending into the arc of a rainbow.
“You don’t have to—I don’t know how you feel about, you know, telling people,” Hen says. “But I remember what it felt like to wear a pride flag for the first time. I wanted to—”
Buck looks up at her, blinking through the tears welling up in eyes.
“Thank you,” he says, barely above a whisper.
Hen smiles. “It’s not regulation uniform, but—”
But Buck pins it to his jacket before changing into his uniform, and for the rest of the shift the thought of it waiting in his locker glows warm in his chest.
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Make your whumpees go into shock. Do it.
Symptoms of hypovolemic shock (e.g whumpee has lost a lot of blood):
Hyperventilation
Confusion/anxiety
Sweating
Passing out
Clammy skin
Weakness
Low temperature and blood pressure
Rapid pulse
Symptoms of distributive shock (e.g sepsis, severe allergic reactions, asthma attacks)
Rash
Rapid pulse
Hyperventilation
Warm arms and legs
Skin that starts off warm then turns clammy and cold
Fever
Chills
Stomach pain
Confusion
Cough
Shortness of breath
Nausea
Throwing up
Either way, whumpee is most likely headed to the ICU. ASAP.
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There's a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell, but the midnight train goes anywhere. Trains are clearly the superior transit method.
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people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets
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Sleeper, 11x14 inches, crayon and watercolor on Rives BFK paper, by Kenney Mencher
https://www.kenney-mencher.net/
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