do you ever catch yourself thinking of something so weird and fucked up that you have to stop mid-thought and your face is
our thoughts aren’t always from us. Sometimes random thoughts are our brain trying to process and understand concepts we’ve heard from other people. Your reaction to that thought shows your true feelings on the subject
this actually makes me very relieved
That information is very important for people suffering from intrusive thoughts. Thank you
A/B/O dynamics is such a weird fantasy sex trope. Like you’ve got all these weird elements of mpreg, soul mating/bonding, biting/vampirism, sex pollen/pheremones/Pon Farr, lycanthropy/canine-like anatomy, strange genitalia, breeding kink, complicated gender relationships/imbalances…. and it’s all customizable and everyone does it different, but somehow it’s still comprehensible to fic writers/readers we all just decided a few years ago to roll with it and write it into thousands of fics. Good job folks, it’s so weird but it works
Rohypnol has an INCREDIBLY salty taste to it. It’s disgusting. And it also isn’t a drug that acts immediately! The minute you notice the salty taste, you have about 5-10 minutes to get somewhere safe or call an ambulance, and it CAN be fought if you’re aware of it. It will make you woozy, it will make you so dizzy you can’t stand upright, it will certainly make you unable to walk properly, but if you struggle to remain conscious you can get about 20 extra minutes of consciousness from the drug before it will knock you out completely. If you’re in a public place, and the person who drugged you is trying to take you somewhere private, start. a. fight. Insist as LOUDLY and as VIOLENTLY as you can that you refuse to go anywhere with them. Odds are they’re
trying to make as little of a scene as possible as they drag you away, and if you’re putting up a fight and very clearly ‘drunk’, eyes will turn on them and they’ll either need to let you go, or cause a serious scene, which they don’t want. Don’t just act like you’re just protesting being taken home, though. Fight like your life depends on it even if they aren’t assaulting you. Cause. A. Scene. That’s the last thing they want.
No one can convince me Dean and Cas didn’t have sex during the time-shift in Heaven Can’t Wait. Here’s my head-canon for it:
Dean, who has looked punchdrunk around Castiel ever since they came back from Purgatory goes “Where to, Cas?”
Cas gets in the car and says that he thinks his hand might be broken and might need to be taken care of. Dean suggests they go back to his motel where he can take a look at it.
At the motel, he feels up Cas’s hand and admits that it might be broken. He tells Cas to take off his shirt so that he can patch it up, and turns to around to get some supplies for a make-shift cast. Cas takes off his shirt, he doesn’t question Dean’s commands. Dean turns around and goes a bit dry in the mouth. He can do this.
Dean patches up Cas’s hand, and Cas keeps making noises, since he’s not used to pain. He’s not used to Dean touching him either. And once Cas’s hand is patched up, Dean just. He doesn’t know how to stop touching Cas. Doesn’t want to stop touching him.
And Cas says, “Dean.” With such need.
Like Dean is like the only, the only being in the universe. Cas has always needed Dean, but being human and needing Dean is something different. Something he doesn’t know how to deal with. It’s, all of it, in that one word.
They don’t need you like you need them.
And Dean, he needs to be needed. When someone needs him, all he knows how to do is to give and give and give. So he gives.
But, you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right? I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling all of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of yer body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling… Grinding. Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just…
And Cas grips Dean’s shoulder with his broken hand, right where his brand used to be.
Sticky.
Then, it’s the whole morning thing. You know, “Hey, that was fun.” And then, “adios,” you know? Always the “adios.”
I have friends. I’ve had lovers. That is not how friends say good-bye.
“Not every hook-up’s perfect,” Dean says to him, the next time they meet. But ours was.
my grandma told me something yesterday that pretty much changed my outlook on life. we were having dinner and talking about my future, and how all of my friends seem to be doing so much better than i am, and she looked at me and said “hey, if we all had the same path in life the road would be too crowded” and i haven’t stopped thinking about that since.
You can’t be serious… that shit is soooooo unsafe for the patient and taxing on nurse 😩
As a nursing major this hurts me. It’s already hard enough taking care of someone who cannot take care of themselves but NOW we don’t have the materials needed to administer care. This pisses me off 😒
Man what the fuck
He’s telling the truth, I currently work at a hospital and there is a nationwide shortage of IV fluid bags. So bad that they’re referring to alternative methods like medications that can be administered orally or like the post above. Smh
Not to mention the shortage of antibiotics
WTF??
Some 40% of drugs and supplies used in the US were manufactured in PR. Drug shortages were predicted after the hurricane and now they are starting to happen. Since PR doesn’t seem to be considered to be part of the US by this administration, help to fix it has been short and late in coming, which means that drug shortages will only get worse.
Are we great yet?
I beg the earlier posters to forgive my innate cynicism, but this seemed too outlandish a story to be true because bloody hell, how could that happen?
So I checked snopes just in case and they confirm it’s true.
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