#german cpr

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In aller Freundschaft, 16x13 

This episode is a whumpy goldmine, I tell you. Don’t ask me how I found it as I speak absolutely zero German. Lol.  ( WATCH HERE )

From what I’ve gathered, there’s a bit of jealousy over the attention of the lady doctor shown here, and Niklas gets badly injured when he shoves her out of the way of a car... his ribs are shattered, so he’s supposed to stay as still as possible and he spends almost the whole episode writhing in pain and passing out. There’s even a delightful scene where he tries to sit up (while talking to the doctor he’s fighting with) and ends up passing out again and (possibly?) puncturing a lung. Afterwards, he’s taken to surgery and ends up flatlining... don’t worry, though. He survives. ;) 

[how-much-for-a-whump]

In aller Freundschaft - Die jungen Ärzte Folge 84/85 (2 | 2)

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Bisexual diversity win! Both your male and your female lover are dead!

[katelynnwrites]

so long, london | sydney lohmann

warnings: angst once again

word count: 957

summary: you have to say goodbye to london because of sydney

a/n: the seventh and final installation of my 'the anthology' blurbs series

it was quite clear to you, the moment sydney became disinterested in your relationship.

she stopped flying out to london when she had free weekends and stopped asking when you could fly out to munich.

you kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

until you couldn’t.

despite your attempts at pulling your girlfriend closer, each time she drifted away, it was futile.

syd simply didn’t want to be with you anymore.

you thought she had known the commitments of a long distance relationship. the confidence in which she had asked you out after playing against your club in the second leg of the uwcl quarterfinals had mistakenly led you to believe that.

so you stopped trying to make her laugh and instead, started thinking about how much sad she thought you had in you.

on your first date, the midfielder had taken you to a cute little coffee place that you had never been to or even heard of, despite living in london for years, the day after arsenal knocks her team out of the european competition.

it didn’t matter that she had a flight to catch later in the day, she made time for you.

she was sweet and warm and ever so attentive to you.

it drew you in easily, she drew you in easily and it was entirely unsurprising that you quickly became smitten with her.

you learned that she loved her coffee and it became a point whenever she flew in to see you, that the both of you would find a new coffee place to try.

it led to the two of you discovering all the nooks and crannies of the english city.

small parks, quaint little side streets and endearing out of the way cafes, you and syd explored them all.

you flew out to munich to see her too. sat in the stands of the bayern campus to watch her play, experienced her cooking which she insisted upon and fell in love with her somewhere along the way.

she told you she loved you too, made you believe her words with intimate kisses and touches.

honestly, it was a tragedy how the end of your relationship came about.

it wasn’t anything like how they showed it in the movies you watched growing up. or in the television dramas sydney loved watching.

there was no big fight and storming out or someone cheating on the other.

it was just a slow and inevitable sinking of the ship. it simply was bleak. and agonising. and oh so devastating.

you took a blow to your heart, the day you realised that you couldn’t remember the last time the blonde had told you she loved you.

‘i love you.’

three basic words that had meant the world to you when she had promised them to you the first time.

you never thought there would be a last time hearing them from her lips. maybe that’s why you can’t remember when she said them last.

you didn’t know to memorise the moment because it had never crossed your mind that the moment would come.

that’s when you stopped CPR, after all it’s no use if sydney doesn’t want to love you anymore.

you fly to munich, to tell the german woman that you are done trying.

it ruins you when the blonde promptly accuses you of not loving her enough. that you are the one abandoning your relationship.

her voice is filled with quiet resentment and that is when your white knuckle, dying grip on the shreds of your once beautiful relationship relents.

for months, you have lived in fear of her walking out on your love affair. your friends have been telling you it wasn’t right to be scared every day of your relationship and now you see the truth in their words.

you’re helpless to save your relationship if she refuses to try on her part.

if sydney isn’t sure if she wants to be there, if she wants to be yours…then there is no way that you can force her to stay.

she swore that she love you but where were the clues? you died on the altar waiting for the proof.

so really, how much sad did she think you had in you?

because here you are, standing in your apartment with packed boxes all around.

you can’t stay in london.

not when every street and every corner reminds you of the walks you used to take with the bayern munich player, hand in hand. of the affection you used to hold for her. or the laughter you used to share.

you’re strong but you’re only so strong. you can only take so much and you aren’t sure if you can take the break up.

by the time you land in america, you’re just mad as hell.

because you loved that place. you loved london and you loved playing for the arsenal. you even loved the dreary weather.

but you had to give all that up because of sydney.

she’s spoilt london for you and you had to leave it and arsenal because of her.

you had to leave europe altogether, god forbid the two of you end up playing against each other in the champions’ league again.

the very competition that started your relationship in the first place is now a bitter memory.

north carolina is where you flee to.

it’s far enough from sydney. and munich. and london. where all your hopes and dreams once lived.

for so long, london. you had a good run.

sydney lohmann was a moment of warm sun but you’re not the one for her.

so long london. stiches undone. two graves, one gun. she’ll find someone.

it just won’t be you.

[dreamauri]

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— you are reading: part three !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . a day for max and leila ) ┊ genre . . . angst/fluff ) ╰╮ warning . . . bleeding, passing out, mentions of cpr

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Max found himself petting the sleeping pup gently as he watched Leila sit on his lap and read through a dictionary, helping her pronounce the occasional words.

He had found out that his means of communication of her was through German, one that she'd find muse in making fun of him in while they waited for their flight. "Um . . . Thirsty?" She said confused.

"You're thirsty?" Max looked down into the book, confirming the word. "Let's get you something."

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MEDIA DAY THURSDAY JULY 21 2023 — Hungaroring, Hungary

Max had come to learn a lot more about Leila during the flight. Including, the fact that she could not sleep before washing her face, can not sleep with socks nor shoes on, and can absolutely not sleep alone.

He found himself laying back in the business class chair, watching some movie on the presented screen while patting the child that was laying on him.

He's come to like her very much, reminding him of Victoria, his sister, and the relationship he shared with her.

Arriving at Hungary was easy, the two were quick to get settled into the hotel before going down for breakfast. "She eating cereal." Max talked with you over the phone, updating you on his new responsibility.

"If you could get her to eat some protein that would be great. Eggs or chicken, anything." "I have bacon." "Avoid pork." You winced at the idea.

"Omlete?" "Yeah, that's good." Cutting up ⅔ of his dish into bite pieces, he gestured for her to ear. "How's he doing?" "He's OK. Still sleeping. But recovering." Max nodded even though he knew you couldn't see him.

"Leila, eggs?" "Ya3." [ew] She pushed the plate away putting her tongue out in disgust. "Hot chocolate?" "Eh?" She looked up at him confused looking at where the dutchman was pointing, the drinks station. "She likes mango. Try that instead. Alright."

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"Ba7lam M3ak, besafina." [i dream with you, about a boat] The girl sang quietly as she held onto Max's hair as he carried her on his shoulders through the paddock. Sadly enough, the tween was wearing a red ferrari cap that contrasted with Max's navy blue shirt and orange lion cap. "Wen ba7ar tani." [where we go sailing again]

"Aussieee." Mkayla cooed once she spotted the australian shepard, leaning down and showring the pup with affection. "Thank you, Max. I'll take it from here." She gestured, ready to take the child off the driver. Leila clung to Max's leg once he put her down, hiding from the middle aged woman. "allez, ma chérie. Max a des choses à faire." [come on, sweet heart. Max has things to do]

Leila shook her head. "je veux rester avec Maxie." [I want to stay with max.] "She can stay with me." Max nodded with a soft smile, gently placing his head atop Leila's head to comfort her. "C'est charles." The tween whispered watching the ferrari driver pass by.

"Lets go say hi." He picked her up from under her armpits, setting her on his waist. "Thanks, Mkayla. C'ya, Aussie." With a quick farewell, Dutch boy quickly caught up to the Monégasque. "Non non non, tu vas m'embarrasser." [no no no, you're going to embarrass me] "I don't speak French." He reminded her, even though he could probably put together what she said.

"Charles, Mate." "Max!" The drivers greeted each other, sharing a quick, hand shake. "What's this?" Charles was obviously curious, its not everyday you get to see max carrying a child wearing Ferrari merch. "Babysitting. This is Leila. She's a big fan." He introduced, holding the girl towards Charles like she weighed nothing.

"Well Hello." "Salut." Her voice was small as Max set her down. "Ah, tu parles français?" he kneeled down to her height, a small smile covering his face. "Oui, J'habite en France." "Très beau." He winked at her, taking the hat of her head and signing it. "I'll see you around, Leila." He ruffled her hair, putting the cap back on. "She doesn't speak english." Max told him. "You might want to stick to the french." ". . . How have you been communicating?" "We haven't."

". . . Did you kidnap her?" "What?! Why would you even think that? Look, if I put my hand out she'll take it— Leila seriously? You're dumping me now?" The girl took Charles' hand smiling happily. "I thought she doesn't understand what you were saying. I think I'll keep her." The Ferrari reminded, picking the girl up to his chest. "She doesn't." Max folded his arms as the girl giggled, sticking her tongue out at Max. "You owe me a football match." He booped her nose.

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FREE PRACTICE Friday July 21 2023 — Hungaroring, Hungary

"Goan!" [goal] She whisper shouted, as she kicked the ball ( she somehow got her hands on ) between Max's legs. He could only smile as he watched her kick the ball around the garage as everyone packed up for the night.

"Bist du bereit, zurückzugehen?" [are you ready to go back] "Dein Akzent ist sehr schlecht." [Your accent is very bad] She teased making Max once more give up on using the language for being made fun of by an eight year old.

"Yallah." [come on] He held out his hand. It was the only word he knew, disappointingly for you. After spending a week in an arab house hold, he was able to pick a few words, including: la2 [no], inshalla [in gods willing/never gonna happen], and khalas [enough]. He already knew Habibi [darling/sweetheart], but that wasn't making anything any better.

"Leila, seventeen is going to kill me." He picked her off the floor starting to make his way out of the garage. "attends- uhhh . . l'anniversaire de nunu c'est demain, on doit lui faire quelque chose." [wait uhh, nunu's birthday is tomorrow. we have to make her something.] "Anniversaire, birthday? Who's birthday?" "l'anniversaire de dix-sept, seventeen." "You want to buy her something?" "Make."

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"Fuck mijn nek." [fuck my neck] Max groaned, flexing his musche as he opened his eyes after they adjusted to the sunlight. He was sleeping on the ground which had become a mess of paper, glitter, and beads. The only thing was missing was the girl that had passed and left him do all the work.

"Lei— Oh shit. Leila?" He quickly stood up, sobering up from his sleep to start starting for the tween. "Lei—" "Shh." You came out of the bathroom, covering his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed in surprised as you put a finger over your mouth, which held your toothbrush. "She's sleeping." Your mouth was muffled as you pointed at the girl sleeping in bed in her pyjamas.

Max sighed in relief, moving to the night mare that has been haunting hm for the past two days, adjusting the blanket over her. "She likes me more than you." Max whispered, putting his hands on his hips proudly. You could only glare at him as you continued to brush your teeth.

"Cousin thief." You mumbled going back to the bathroom, spitting out the toothpaste. "Hey I— I got something for you." Max came back with a neatly wrapped up box. "Happy birthday." You looked between the gift and him, a small smile creeping its way onto your face.

"You don't have to—" "—I'll keep it then—" "—mine." You took it out of his hands, gently starting to unwrap it. "It's a bottle." "It's water bottle." He chuckled clarifying, smiling with a shrug. "You broke yours so and I know you loved the last one. So, I thought I'd get you a new one." "Oh that is sweet. Thank you, thirty three." Your turned around, starting to fill it up with water.

"Thirty three?" "Yeah, since you keep calling me by my number." "That's because I don't know your name." "You kon't know your teammate's name?" You gasped, faking heart break. "I didn't— Hey! Don't know!" You laughed, wiggling your eyebrows as you exited the bathroom. "Senta." You answered.

Max peaked his head out the door, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth. "Is that your name?" "It's my middle name." ". . . Isn't that German?" He asked confused. "Pick a country. First France, and then one from the middle east, now Germany? What's next?" "Netherlands." You joked making him glare.

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QUALIFYING Friday July 21 2023 — Hungaroring, Hungary

"There he is! Lighting up the whole paddock!" You cheered as Daniel rolled passed on the scooter in the Alpha Tauri fireproofs. "Seventeeeeeeeeeeeen~" He pointed at you with the laugh that made your heart warm. "Danieeeeeeel RIIIIIcardOOOOOOOOO." You sang as you swung Leila's hand.

"Up you go." "ba3raf atla3 lewa7di." [i can get up on my own] She huffed folding her arms as you set her on the couch in the hospitality. "ana 3arfa, bas enti betegbari besor3a awy." [I know, but you're growing up so fast.] You kissed her cheek gently. "lazem aro7 delwa2ti. wa3d mesh hatemshi men hena?" [i have to go now. promise you wont leave] "wa3d." [promise]

Q1 :: you easily made it into q1, sitting in the top ten comfortably knowing you wouldn't be knocked out. rolling back in the pits, you waited in the garage with the warm tires which you'll stick with till the end of Q2.

"Who's out?" "Sargent, Magnusson, Hamilton, Tsunoda, Albon." "Hamilton? Huh." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "He forgot he's in a Mercedes?" You joked as the team started pushing you out for Q2. "Danny is in, whoo!" You cheered to yourself as you waiting for the go.

"Who's P1 right now?" "Zho." "What? You're joking. Good for him." "Not for you though." "Eh, easy peasy lemon squeezy."

Q2 :: "We are P3. P3." "Who's ahead?" "Norris and Kraus." "Which Kraus?" "Killian." "Alright, you think I have enough time to give it one more?" "Negative. Negative. We are ok where we are. You will have a chance in Q3."

A sigh came from your mouth as you rolled back in your garage to get a change of tires.

Q3 :: "P1! P1! Great job Seventeen." "Yaaaaay." You cheered quietly giggling as you let the other cars pass by on their hot laps. "And Max?" "Max is P3. P4, P4." "Oh? Who's up?" "Kraus is P1." ". . . Which one?" "Meike." "Really?" Your voice darkened. "I'll give it to him."

"Starting grid tomorrow is Meike, you, Killian, Norris, Verstappen, Zho—" "Wait you're joking. Max P5? Are you sure? Is he ok?" "Affirmative." "Dang it. I'm sandwiched by two brothers now, I swear if they drag me into their family drama I'm going to **** **** ****** ******** **** ******." Safe to say you traumatized Jj. "A—alright. Just don't fined."

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"Happy birthday to you." You heard the team and Lando sing down the pitlane. Happy birthday dear Meike, happy birthday to you." Laughs errupted throughout as Leila watched quietly. "Yala halan balan. Heya Abu El fasad. Haykoun 3iedmilad El Leila as3ad El a3yad. Fal yaha Abu elfasad." [an egyption (?) continuation of the birthday song] You hummed quietly.

"Betghanilo leh?" [Why are you singing for him] Leila asked taking her back pack off. The garages were mostly empty now, you had dismissed a Mechanic, taking up his sweeping chores instead of him.

You shrugged in answer to the question. It just felt right. "Toz fih." [A vulgar/extremely rude way of saying who cares] "3andi 7ega liki." [I have something for you] Getting up in a random chair and dumping her bag on the table. "Max!" She called. "Found a cupcake from the Aston Martin hospitality!" Max raised the cupcake as he entered the garage, proudly placing it in the table top.

"What is this." You laughed looking at both of them as Max held up a lighter. "Sanna 7elwa ya gameel." "Oh no." You sighed hiding your face as they begun singing. Leila had apparently force-taught Max the arabic version of the happy birthday song, and his accent was horrible, with the occasional mistake. "Sanne 7elwa ya gameel. Sanna 7elwa ya, nunu/senta. Sanna 7elwa ya gameell~."

Leila did a little zarghroota ( failing miserably ) as you laughed blowing out the little flame. "How old are you now?" Max asked leaning on the table, with a look of mischief on his face.

"The big two three." You joked folding your arms, leaning on the table as well. "Hah, I'm older." "Older than dinosaurs." You mocked, a genuine smile on your face as Leila pulled you away from Max, handing you a pop out card.

"Aw look, is that me?" "Da enti, Dija, baba, teta, gedo, ana, we da Max lewa7do." [that's you, dija, dad, grandma, grandpa, me and that's Max in the corner] you could only laughed as she pointed at the drawing Max.

"He looks just like you." You teased as Leila pulled out 2 handfuls of accessories. "I technically made these since, Leila slept and abandoned me." You laughed as she put the bracelets and necklaces on. "I love them. Shukra, ya 2amar." [Thank you, beautiful] You kissed Leila's cheek, offering a hug to Max next.

"Thanks Max, you made my day."

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RACE DAY Friday July 22 2023 — Hungaroring, Hungary

"Killian." Walking down the pitlane, the older of the Kraus Brothers looking to his side seeing his dad, gently holding his shoulder. "Give us a minute." Leon dismissed the mechanic, pulling his son aside.

"Deal with that Seventeen girl. She losses this round. We won't have to worry about her nor her ego again. Make sure your brother wins." "I- . . . Alright." He couldn't even protest because the man walked away, walking to the pole winner car.

"Killian? Killy willy?" "Huh?" Everything alright, mate?" "Yeah . . . Everything is-" He got in to his car with a deep sigh. "Everything is. Peachy."

"It's lights out and away we go at the Hungarian Grand Prix."

Lap 1 :: "Meike gets away well, so does Seventeen, so does Killian. It's masked driver sandwiched between two Krauses." "I can already tell this will not end well for Seventeen."

"There is contact on turn one, and the two Alpine drivers are out! Zho drops a few positions and Riccardo spins out."

Lap 6 :: "Verstappen overtakes Norris on turn 3 and he is now in P4,  one position away from the Kraus vs Seventeen battle. Max is charging forward to aid his teammate."

Lap 38 :: Killian felt his heart beating in his mouth, you were going to over take his brother any moment now, and gain P1. He couldn't let you lead. He couldn't over take you either, the plan that he had scripted had failed. And he had no other choice.

"Sorry." He whispered to himself.

"OH! AND- KILLIAN DRIVES INTO THE REAR OF SEVENTEEN!" "Massive crash there catching Norris, Hamilton, Leclerc and Sainz!" "Verstappen was able to get away safely. And that is a red flag."

"Oh fuck! Y/N? Is she okay?" Max's voice popped up on the big speakers as he begun to slow down. "She has not responded yet." "I need to-" "Max stay in the car. Stay in the car. The marshals will take care of it. Red flag. Red flag."

As soon as Killian managed to get out of the car, he heard crying. Like a seven year old balling her eyes out.

Back in the garages, Max was quick to leap put of his car, running through to your garage. "She's up. She's—" "What is she doing?!" He yelled, gripping his hair, watching you on the screen. You were lifting up the side of Lando's flipped car so he could crawl out.

"YOU'RE BLEEDING!" He shouted at you even though you couldn't hear him. Lando was the quick to run to the medics once he got out. "GET TO THE FUCKING MARSHALS!"

You could feel your head spinning as you let car drop the few inches you lifted. You couldn't hear anything, and you your limbs were numb. Your ears were pulsing as you took a step forward to the Marshals, only for you to find yourself weaken.

"And she's on the ground— she fell!" "Where are the marshalls?! She's bleeding! WHERE ARE THE MARSHALLS?!"

Max could hear the commentators, his ears ringing as he watched someone come to your aid. The world was blurring before him as he watched them commence CPR.

Sobs. Snapping out of his trance, Max found a lost Leila at the entrance of the garage, crying her eyes out. Not even waiting a second he was quick to lift her into his arms, bouncing her gently as he tried to calm her down.

Mkayla was quick to come for support, whispering reassuring words to the tween in her second language. "C'est bien. C'est bien, Leila. Y/N est bien." [It's ok. It's ok, Leila. Y/N is ok]

Max himself didn't even know if she was going to be okay. He's seen crashes like that, and they never ended well. Especially after seeing the fate as the previous holder of the number Seventeen had met.

Final Lap :: "and Max Verstappen takes the win. Breaking the record of the most consecutive wins with 12 races in a row."

"This is for, Seventeen." He sighed as he crossed the line. "This was her win." "Thank you, Max." The Dutch heard Christian over the radio, a deep shaky sigh coming from the driver.

Hopping out of the car, Max was quick to go to where his team waited for him, patting his back gently as he pulled the reaching Eight year-old into his arms. Pulling her over the fence ( not giving a single shit about getting fined) , he kept her in his arms as he walked to the cool down room.

Sitting in between the two Krauses, he braided the girl's hair gently, occasionally wipping the silent tears that streamed down her eyes. When it came to the podium, Max had failed convince Leila to wait for him, ending up with her joining him, hugging his leg on the top pedestal as they played the National anthems.

He felt anger, raged. Watching Meike celebrate made Max want to punch him in the face. But he held back, holding up his trophy slightly for his team, before walking out hand on hand with Leila.

17: oh no im bleeding to death

lando: *not injured, is fine*

17: i want to play prince charming

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[the-whispers-of-death]

*Cracks knuckles* Let's go, tactical field care. I want to add, this is the standard training for the German army. Also, I'm not a medic, this is just the standard training all new recruts receive.

It follows this pattern: CABCDE

Critical bleeding: Here we have care under fire, which is in an active combat situation, if you're being shot at. Soldier got shot in a limb, tourniquet. Pull it as tight as possible. Soldier got shot in not limb, apply pressure. They will most likely scream. That's good. As long as they can scream, they are conscious. Write the time you put the tourniquet on on it. Bring wounded soldier away from the battle situation, then we go over to tactical field care.

After ten minutes max, the tourniquet will hurt. A lot. Believe me. It does. The wounded will try to get it off. Don't let them. Give them a shot of morphine if you can. Then the wound needs to be packed with quick clot gauze. Basically a combat tampon, a long cotton strip with a medication on it that lets the blood clot quickly. Then a pressure bandage on it.

Airway: Make sure the woundeds airway is free, oftentimes they have blood, vomit or dirt in their mouths. Get it out.

Breathing: Chest has to be clear, every piece of clothing comes off. Check the thorax if they breathe normally. If not, this is an indicator of for example a tension pneumothorax. (I don't want this summary to be an essay, so I'm not gonna explain this one, if you want I can write a summary about that too)

Circulation: Do a blood sweep. This means checking the whole body (Yes, all of it) for other minor wounds. Check the pulse.

Disability: This is to check if there's damage to the brain. This can either be judged based on the Glasgow coma scale or, how I learned it, if they react to verbal or pain stimuli, if they know where, when and who they are, what happened and so on.

Enviroment: Wrap them up like a burrito in a shock blanket. That it this metal looking, silver blanket. It protects them from losing body heat.

CPR: Regarding cpr, in an active combat situation, you do not revive. Otherwise, hands on each other, on the chest, in the middle, slightly to the left. And press. Hard. You heard a crack? That was a rib. Happens. Keep going. At around 120bpm (Sargeant made the whole platoon sing "Staying alive". Fun times)

If you are interested in this, I can highly recommend UF PRO. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUNSDvBIMA8 They use another pattern (MARCH algorithm), but the essentials are the same. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/yBtxqMTG3O4 This one is a paramedic from Germany, but he also has videos in English.

Important: As I said, I am not a medic. This is combat first aid, Stone would have more training that he'd be allowed to do things as, for example, release a tension pneumothorax. But the basic things are the same. Also, English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any errors. If you have any other questions, I'm always happy to answer questions. Cheers!

~ E

First of all, your English is perfect. Second of all, huge thank you for taking your time to give me a summary AND videos to watch. You're so real for that.

Definitely going to be using this information in the future. Don't how or when, but it will be used. So thank you so much again for this.

[erosmutt]

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🩹 Nina has general anxiety, OCD, and anorexia with orthorexic tendencies

🩸 Nina’s blood type is AB+

🎶 Nina enjoys oldies, classical, and k-pop. Her favorite songs from each genre are: Emotions by Brenda Lee, Mazurka by Tchaikovsky, and Pied Piper by BTS

💯 Nina hates lizards, she prefers honey over syrup, she started learning Korean and gave up, then began learning again

💤 Nina is a light sleeper, and she repeatedly wakes up in the middle of the night due to anticipating her father will come in

🔱 Nina can swim, and enjoys doing it when she can

🔺Nina is afraid of weapons, and had never thought of using anything as one

🔶 Nina does not know CPR

🚫 Nina does not smoke, but she does drink on the occasion, when her father allows it. Things she’ll indulge in are: champagne, strawberry wine, and strawberry daquiris

🌈 Nina hasn’t ever explored her sexuality, but has always only been attracted to men. Her pronouns are she/her

🎄 Nina’s favorite holiday is Valentine’s Day, with Christmas as a close second

🐶 Nina doesn’t have any pets of her own, but cares for the stray cats around her neighborhood

🐈 Nina prefers to be alone, but when she’s out and about, she prefers to be with a lot of friends

🐷 Nina’s favorite animal is the ragdoll cat

🐉 Nina’s favorite mythical creature is Echidna

🍃 Nina’s favorite subject is English Lit

🌴 Nina most definitely enjoys gardening, and her favorite plant is the Peace Lily

🍎 Nina was born in Bordeaux, Nouvelle-Aquitaine, France, but she and her father moved to the United States when she was an infant. She currently lives in the business district of New York

❤️ Nina always keeps her promises, she goes out of her way to help others, and she’s very easy to get along with

🤍 she screws her dad lmao

💔 Nina blindly trusts everyone she meets, she can’t set boundaries, and she’s an airhead

💘 Nina considers her father the person closest to her

🧡 Nina prioritizes everyone before herself

💛 Nina speaks English, French, and is learning Korean, German, and Welsh

💚 Nina prefers to be outside

💙 Nina doesn’t have any special powers, as she’s human!

💜 Nina is 40% French and 10% Swiss (on her father’s side), 10% Maltese, 20% Polish, and 20% Dane (on her mother’s side)

🖤 Nina has never hurt anyone physically before, but has more than likely broken a boy’s heart without knowing by rejecting him

🎂 Nina’s birthday is December 26th. She’s 18 years old. Her sun, moon, and rising signs are: Capricorn, Libra, Libra. Her tarot card is ‘The Tower’, her ruling planet is Saturn, and her ruling number is 8.

🍝 Nina’s favorite food is Salade niçoise

🍰 Nina’s favorite dessert is cheesecake

🍦 Nina’s favorite ice cream flavor is Black Walnut

🍔 Nina is very good at both cooking and baking, but prefers to bake. Her favorite thing to bake is chou à la crème (cream puffs)

🥯 Nina’s usual breakfast is: one tangerine, one carton of soy milk

🥪 Nina’s usual lunch is: ½ cup of non-fat cottage cheese, 1 cup of raspberries

🍛 Nina’s usual dinner is: 4 oz silken tofu, ½ of a steamed yam, peach jam on the side

🍸 Nina’s favorite alcoholic drink is a strawberry daquiri

☕️ Nina prefers coffee, and her go-to order is a hazelnut latte

😊 Nina’s career goal is preschool teacher, but if that doesn’t work out, she would like to be a florist or veterinarian

😖 Nina is an extravert, and is way too trusting of others

🤔 One of Nina’s quirks is the more she talks, the more her words end up slurred. Another is she has an unhealthy obsession with strawberries, and if she doesn’t eat anything else, she’ll eat them - she considers them a ‘clean’ food. Another quirk of hers is she will brush her teeth repeatedly at one time in a specific order and has to do it 5 times before she feels her teeth are clean - this leads to her gums bleeding, and her father has ended up having to brush her teeth for her many mornings and nights to prevent this from happening.

🧐 Nina is very emotional

🤓 Nina is very chatty, loves meeting new people and making friends, and gets comfortable with others quickly

🤩 Nina is a planner, and makes a to-do list every morning. She won’t let herself do anything leisurely before she completes her to-do list

😥 Nina gets overwhelmed easily, which leads to stress, which then leads to her crying

😓 Nina is very open-minded, and she’s curious. Her father has compared her to a kitten due to her always venturing off to investigate things that catch her eye

😞 Nina attracts other people, and has many friends, though she only spends time with them at school

🤒 Nina is very prone to sickness due to her less-than-strong immune system - a side effect of her eating disorders

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 There is only one person in Nina’s immediate family: her father, John. She’s never known her mother, and her father always dismisses her when she inquires about her family on either side.

[eekepee]

Morse code in the Donthugme.I’m.scared ‘About Me’

Since most people have probably already seen this channel and watched all of DHMIS. Then you’d probably know about the channel (I wouldn’t be surprised if people have already figured this one out) from what I’ve heard this was don’t hug me I’m scared ‘s official page, according to a video I saw on YouTube, but this could very well be some random person’s channel who reuploaded something in the style of DHMIS.

As you can see, the channel only has one video, and it has really nothing to do with don’t hug me I’m scared, it might not contribute to the plot all that much from what I’ve seen so far, it’s really just about a crew of people trying to figure out how to make a rhyming song about cpr, the song is at the end and all in all it’s a pretty off-topic video from DHMIS, besides from the fact that these people could very well be the people who made all the songs in DHMIS, because some songs in DHMIS rhyme, like ‘time’

But, if you take a closer look at the channel, you’ll see that the ‘about this channel’ portion of it, looks like nonsense, although I have been learning Morse code (along with German) and could tell that this was in fact Morse code,

I had put this aside and forgot about it for 2 months but I’m getting back to it now that it’s June! It had thrown me off at first with the use of . Instead of • but it also contained / which I hadn’t used when writing or typing Morse code, I had put it inside of a translator but it didn’t go through and the words were scrambled and didn’t make sense, it was something that might’ve had to do with the ––..–– at the end of some of them, because there is no letter in Morse code that has “dah dah di dit dah dah / ––..––“

I did translate it, but the word “beginning” was actually misspelt and was spelt as “begging” and if it was begging it wouldn’t have made sense so I present to you, the translated version of the Morse code in the YouTube channel of donthugme.Im.scared

"This Was Only The Beginning, more is to come, be prepared, be scared"

It is believable that this is an old message and was related to the new episodes that had come out recently, and has not been updated since then, but it could mean that ‘electricity’ was not the end of the series and there genuinely is more to come, I had heard from my brother that companies like Hulu, Netflix, and adult swim, are trying to buy the series, he never said not to quote him, and I hadn’t seen anything that said they weren’t, but I do hope that we do in fact get new episodes,

And maybe don’t get rid of mean Steve?

[graphicmedicalstuff]

[creature-wizard]

The Strange Claims of Svali, the Fake Illuminati Defector

For anyone who happens to be new here, Svali is a fake ex-Illuminati programmer who claimed that she was part of a global conspiracy that was deliberately inducing dissociative identity disorder in all of its members. If you've ever heard of stuff like color/metal/gemstone programming, or fictive programming, that comes from Svali.

I have an update on Svali's own sources of inspiration, though - a lot of the stuff I initially thought that she'd come with herself appear to be sourced from How The Illuminati Create An Undetectable Total Mind Controlled Slave by Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler. This book proposes that the Illuminati is deliberately creating alters in people for the purpose of turning them into perfect slaves, and claims that modern media is used in the process.

My general statement that the conspiracy theorists in the DID community are sourcing their info from Svali is still accurate, because it's clearly quoting directly from her rather than from Cisco and Springmeier's much longer, more elaborate work. However, a lot of stuff that I initially believed came from Svali is definitely sourced from this book, which taking a glance at it, is even more ridiculous than the shit Svali claims. (And yes, she clearly got the idea that autism is caused by SRA from this book, which claims that autism is increasing because SRA is increasing. Fuck you, Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler.)

And once again, Svali's claims are also clearly influenced by discredited people such as Mike Warnke and Lauren Stratford. At the core, she's pushing the same Satanic Panic bullshit Evangelical Christians were cooking up and pushing in order to demonize anyone who wasn't a conservative (and particularly Evangelical) Christian, and scare people who already were conservative Christians into remaining such. Most of the claims were basically repackaged antisemitism and witch panic, just updated to be more plausible and relevant to audiences of the day.

In part six of the second part of her... interview, I guess? She claims that Bohemian Grove is an Illuminati thing. For those who don't know, conspiracy theorists basically believe that satanists perform human sacrifices to Molech there, whom they claim the giant owl represents. As far as I can tell, a lot of this goes back to a man named Paul Bonacci, who claimed to be a victim in the Franklin child prostitution ring allegations, which was purely a product of the Satanic Panic. Bonacci apparently claimed that he'd seen a snuff film made there. Worth noting, the Satanic Panic was big on the idea that all of these snuff films were being made, but there is literally zero evidence of such a thing.

Svali complains about people refusing to believe that SRA is real and dismissing the "evidence." For example:

You can show them a site with pentagrams, buried bones, and other evidence, and they would say, "Oh, that is just teenagers playing around".

Uh, yeah, Svali, it probably is just teenagers playing around. Teenagers do that kind of thing. Also, if the Illuminati was so good at covering its tracks, why would we find evidence like this? Seriously, why would a hypercompetent global cult leave such a mess?

Didn't think this one through, did ya?

In part seven, Svali talks about alleged Illuminati symbols. She claims that phoenixes and eagles (especially the German eagle) are symbols of the Illuminati, and claims that phoenixes symbolize the resurrection rituals where members' hearts are stopped and restarted with CPR, then told that Baal or another demon brought them back.

Next she claims that butterflies symbolize monarch programming. For those who don't know, a lot of conspiracy theorists believe in Project Monarch, which allegedly evolved out of MK-Ultra. Conspiracy theorists claim that any time you see a picture of a model or a celebrity wearing a butterfly, that means they're under monarch mind control, because they believe that the Illuminati has some weird spiritual obligation to tell the public what they're doing, even if it's not in a way the general public will understand. Or they supposedly do it to mock so they can giggle at them for not understanding the symbols they allegedly put "in plain sight."

Either way it's really ridiculous, and basically comes out of conspiracy theorists making something out of nothing. Since there's never any real evidence for these conspiracies, they have to fabricate it by claiming that things you can find anywhere are actually secret conspiratorial symbols.

She also claims that the Great Seal of Solomon is used at the "highest rituals" to invoke the demonic. Which, I mean, this is a symbol used in the context of demonolatry, but like, it has nothing to do with any kind of conspiracy, and much less originates from a global satanic conspiracy cult.

She claims that earth, wind, and fire (but somehow not air?) are Illuminati symbols?

Earth, water, and fire: these three are used in a lot of ceremonies. Check out how many Saturday a.m. cartoons use this concept. You'd be amazed. In fact, "The Fifth Element" movie was based on it.

Ma'am, you're gonna be shocked to learn that the classical elements were literally just what people used to reckon the natural world was made out of. It's been part of culture outside of occult contexts for thousands of years now.

She claims that the Illuminati is big on Greek and Roman symbols like... lightning bolts. Like uhhh yeah Zeus is associated with lightning bolts, but since when are lightning bolts, per se, a major Greco-Roman symbol? I dunno, this is very ridiculous and thank goodness we're getting closer and closer to the end.

Next she claims that the Illuminati runs the porn industry and produces CSEM, and claims that, "If a profit is being made off of human suffering, you can trace the chain back somewhere to these people."

She claims that they have money and lawyers for years and have infiltrated the governments and the media, and that they "run our financial institutions." Ma'am you're literally just spreading repackaged antisemitism here.

Oh and of course they're working on bringing in the Antichrist:

They are working towards bringing in a new leader, who will usher in a Luciferian reign of joy, prosperity, and rewards to the faithful. Almost an Elyssian type paradise. Of course, the brutality would continue, and those who oppose his reign are to be hunted down and converted or destroyed, but the followers will be so happy and content that they believe these holdouts will want to come over to their side. Sounds unbelievable, but true.

But she claims that they can be defeated because they are arrogant and believe they can overcome God. And also because a lot of them really don't like all of the abuse they're doing and can be persuaded to leave by telling them that they don't have to hurt people anymore.

In part eight, she claims that another name for the New World Order is "the Fourth Reich." So basically she's proposing that everyone who isn't a conservative Christian is secretly a Nazi, or might as well be.

Bluhhhhhhh.

Anyway we're finally getting to the more entertaining bits of this e-book - the demonic shapeshifting. Hang in there, it's coming next post.

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Notruf Hafenkante S15E13 (1 | 2)

[morganlefaye79]

Out of the Dark please :D

As you wish! 😊

Out of the Dark is my (V)alaire longfic. In chapter 7 Valaire went into a coma due to the relic. Since I love the pain and agony, I give you the start of the chapter:

Kerry realized that Valaire wasn’t breathing anymore. He knew how to do CPR, but should he? He started crying, not sure what to do. Valaire had managed to survive for so long, longer than anyone had given him, he should be allowed to be at peace now. Kerry cradled him, crying and screaming his pain into the world. Ted and Kim came running towards the beach bar, when they saw their father, they knew and they were devastated. They have never seen him like that. It broke their hearts. Both of them were also at a loss as to what to do. Only standing there and watching. They heard an AV coming closer, and only moments later they saw the Trauma Team AV landing on the lawn. Five persons in full equipment left the AV. They wore their common weapons, but for now didn’t hold them up. “Mr. Eurodyne, please step away from the patient.” one of them asked. “HE IS DEAD! YOU’RE TOO LATE!” Kerry yelled at them, black tears, coloured by the mascara and khol, running down his cheeks. “He is gone…” In the very same moment, someone is calling Kerry on his phone, for sure he wouldn’t have picked up in this situation but the line was activated without his consent. “Hi, Kerry!” “Johnny?... YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW DID YOU DO THIS?”

The title is based on a song of Falco, which I hold very dear. It is mainly in German and the theme is depressions with a nudge towards suicide.

If you read the previous chapters, you know that Valaire struggled with his mental health a lot, so it is fitting for him. The ask is from this post.

[kuschelkissen]

On twitter the DetCo fandom is on fire because people don't get that there's a difference between CPR and a kiss, and all I'm gathering from it (apart from the reaffirmation that ship wars are the cringiest shit on earth) is that the Nagano trio seems to be confirmed for next movie and I'm ready to get poor from all the merchandise I'm gonna buy.

Still a bit concerned because I'm wondering what VA will give Koumei his voice in the German dub. Please choose better than you did for Hiro 😅

[resolvedbrunette]

about me

director’s cut

Note: I don't know everything. I don't have an opinion on everything. Please don't expect me to.

information:

astrology: sun in capricorn, moon in aquarius, libra ascendant.

age: not a minor. not old enough to legally drink in the US. however, I do mention my age in some of my posts. please don’t ask otherwise unless you’re really that concerned. if you are a minor, please leave my blog. this ain’t a space for lil people.

location: the South. a border state

background: medical/health science field. nha-certified ekg technician (04/2022). certified in cpr/bls with the aha (01/2023). nha-certified clinical medical assistant (04/2023). planning to enter laboratory research field as soon as degree finished

brain soup: self-diagnosed adhd-c, supported by external observers. highly probable asd, not seeking professional diagnosis due to cost and other demographic factors. interrogate me if you wish.

ethnic background/race: black American, white American. raised speaking academic English and Ebonics (AAVE). primarily of English, Irish, Scottish, and German descent.

languages:

spanish (conversational)

english (native)

latin (professional)

french (conversational)

asl (intermediate)

russian (a few words. very familiar with Cyrillic and can transliterate with good accuracy)

politics: do not ask me what my political party is. I am registered as independent. that is all you need to know.

belief system: non-denominational Biblical Christian. mostly literal interpretation. I love learning about other people’s beliefs. Please tell me about yours!

hobbies/things i obsess over:

witch and nature-reverent culture, neopaganism

animals: passerine (perching) birds, corvids (ravens in particular), bears, wolves

music: especially: fleetwood. mac. I will live and die on this hill. also I apparently like Taylor Swift now

film study

writing

linguistics

handicrafts: sewing, quilting, knitting

geographical locations: montana, iceland, new zealand, the appalachian mountain range (my grandparents live in the blue ridge mountains), north.

farming/homesteading

storms

space anything

old things: england and english fashion in the eras of: 1400s, late 1700s, early-mid 1800s, old art.

art: i have an art tag

architecture

other cultures (religions especially)

ted lasso: this show is everything to me

football: gridiron and normal

tag list:

personal: wide range of stuff about my life, from short form brain occurrences to long winded posts

reblog

brain chaos: asd related content

brain chaos.2: adhd related content

a journal of sorts: generally mid length to longer posts about me + life + emotions

poetry

successes: common Vega Ws

cultcha: things related to Black/African American culture

diary of a not so mad scientist: my science tag

nature: about nature

hobbitposting: I am a hobbit soul in a human body and this is how it is expressed

musique: music tag

the oc varga: au where an author surrogate werewolf falls in love with a female knight (probably in a universe similar to skyrim)

nature ascendant: closely related to hobbitposting but instead of a hobbit i am the moss. the trees, the wind in their branches

fashun: clothing and other wearables

original: original content that is created by me and might be published eventually

khenma: the tag for my conlang (2 years in the making so far - 12/2023)

cinema: film related content

college: anything related to college

article: online articles

ask game/asks: ask tags

bookmark: keepsake tags

meme: memes

rebagled: reblog but goofy

writing

products: things I've made

emotion tags:

a little vent: short form vents

anger. just anger: vents about prolonged/repeated issues that anger me to my bones

happy vent: no one will listen in real life so I am happying into the ether of the internet

rant: rant posts... more so long winded than venty

vent