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kangals · 8 months
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friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.
but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.
please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”
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skullfragments · 20 days
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soooo i've been real busy this past month and change working on this monster of a painting! it was originally for the GO Ref library study club but clearly took much longer than i anticipated😅
for those of you who don't recognize it, this is based on one of my favorite historical paintings, Judith Beheading Holofernes (1620) by Artemisia Gentileschi. i love the Baroque period and this painting (as well as her other works) makes me insane. here it is Good Omens style so maybe all of you can be insane with me <3
"Aziraphale (and Crowley) Beheading the Metatron"
(non-bloody and non-glowy versions under the cut)
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realstrap · 4 months
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‼️Urgent needs to be met within 24-48 hours‼️
Right now, my gf and I are struggling greatly with burnout, busy schedules, care taking and school work. On top of all of that my gf is losing their health insurance on the 30th and needs their medication. We need $125 ASAP aka today for transportation costs to support my gfs disabled elder, and to be able to get their meds hopefully by the end of today 12/18/23
Bills have put us into the negative and we have until the 21st to get out before they restrict our account. Pls lend a hand if u can, we've been going through it this month and need all the help we can get!
Thank you in advance ❤
Total: $225
CA: $lezsalt or $sleepyhen
VM: wildwotko
Dm for p@y pal
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xolaanii · 1 month
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Help my dad not be literally toothless
Hello, i hate to do this so relatively soon after quite a few generous people on here pretty much saved me from being in trouble with my university, but, right now, I'm making this post to ask for some help in giving my dad some of his confidence and life back.
When my dad was very young he fell down a wall and on his head and was in a 3 week long coma, turns out though that this had some very nasty long term consequences for his jaw. This fall coupled with the fact that he is a smoker (he is doing his best to stop and I'm very proud of his progress rn) has caused at least 97% of his teeth to fall out over the years.
This is obviously not just an aesthetical problem (no matter what the health system here says) it is also slowly but steadily sapping him of his health because he can't eat properly, and also of his confidence since ya know he is just 52 years old. He is mortified of leaving the house except to go to work and he is so so skinny it's pretty sad to look at.
All this to say that I am making this post in an attempt to help him get at least some new teeth on his lower jaw, since that's where he has none right now. The whole procedure to replace ALL of his upper and lower teeth is so frighteningly expensive that there is no way it would ever happen, so any help in getting him those lower teeth would mean the world to me, my mom and most all to my dad.
If anyone can and would like to help (pls don't if you can't I'm serious mwah &lt;3) my ko-fi is right here.
Under this cut is proof, including a picture of his mouth that was hell to get because my dad was mortified to even take it:
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Toothless on the bottom and almost toothless on the upper jaw as well as you can see, there's also the scan the doctor made of his mouth just in case.
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flowercrowngods · 6 months
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for prompt tag!
28. i'm just getting comfy (would love if this was established relationship/domestic fluff.. perhaps one of them is sick in this... idk)
but also take your time 🫡🫂
in which steve is sick but that won't stop soft boys hours
When Eddie hears the sound of fuzzy sock-clad feet dragging over the hardwood floor, accompanied by a sniffle or two, he drops the book he's reading onto his chest, exasperated by his restless boyfriend who refuses to stay in bed after Eddie tucked him in — again! Ready to give him A Look and tell him to get back to bed, because whatever it is he needs, Eddie can and will get it for him, Just go back to bed, Stevie. 
But whatever words were on the tip of his tongue even just a second ago have disappeared at seeing Steve – the same way that they always used to when they've only been dating for a few months. Instead of giving him anything remotely like A Look, Eddie grins, and instead of exasperated, all he feels is immeasurably fond. Endeared. Fucking enamoured. 
Because Steve, in all his pale, sniffly-nosed glory, is standing in the doorway to the living room, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, painting everything golden and bringing colour back to him, too. But it's not the way the light catches on his skin that makes Eddie fall in love all over again in what Robin would describe the most pathetic way possible, no. 
The thing that makes Eddie want to propose on the spot, in sickness and in health, is the fact that Steve is wearing Eddie's woollen hat. The one Joyce knitted for him with thick, soft, dark brown wool a few Christmases ago, with two distinctive bat ears sticking up.
God, where did Steve even unbury that? 
And what business does he have looking so absolutely fucking adorable wearing it?  His glasses are askew, the hair sticking out from beneath the hat is tousled and greasy, and the bags under his eyes are stark against his sickly pale skin that makes his nose shine red. 
Eddie is about to die with how much he loves him. It’s like a scream lodged in his throat that he cannot let out, an urge that grows evermore to let the whole world know, to not rest until the last person knew about his endless, endless, endless love for this angel of a man. 
In sickness and in health. It is there, residing in the back of his head, and he almost says it out loud — but Stevie would kill him if Eddie proposed to him because of a stupid woollen hat with bat ears (Sorry, Robbie). 
“Baby,” he breathes instead, miraculously keeping a hold of his heart in this wave of affection that overcame him so suddenly. “You good? Everything okay?” 
“Mhmm,” Steve hums, though it’s more of a growl with how rough his voice is. He wipes at his face, almost nudging his glasses off his nose, and Eddie can’t keep in the chuckle that bubbles out of him. 
He’s about to get up off the couch and wrap the angel with bat ears in his arms, just because he can, but then Steve is already approaching him, the blanket thrown around his shoulders dragging on the floor just as much as his feet. There is something so young about Steve when he’s sick, something so vulnerable and raw that makes Eddie want to latch onto him and never let go. Protect him from the evil germs and the headaches they bring. It’s dumb. Stupid, really. 
Eddie doesn’t even try to fight it as he sits up and holds out his arms for Steve to fall into. He brushes kiss after kiss to his overheated skin as Steve cuddles into him, burying his face in Eddie’s neck and his hands underneath his shirt. 
They hum in unison, finding a sound for serenity.
“That’s my hat,” Eddie says after a while, breathing in his sick angel and feeling him melt in his arms. 
“Our hat,” Steve mumbles into his skin. "My turn to be Batman."
Eddie laughs, wrapping his arms tighter around him, giving in to the urge to hold, the urge to never let go. “You’re ridiculous, d’you know that?” 
“I did know that,” Steve says, and he somehow manages so sound proud of that. 
“Good, just making sure,” Eddie remarks, hiding his own grin in Steve’s cheek, nosing along his temple and the edge of the hat. After a moment of silence that they spend just holding onto each other, he murmurs, “You need anything?”
Steve shakes his head, winding his arms tighter around Eddie’s shoulders and leans into him; it takes him a moment to catch up with Steve, but eventually he lets himself fall backwards so they’re lying flat on the couch. 
“What are you doing, hm?” he asks, reaching for the blanket that has pooled around Steve’s legs and pulls it up again, wrapping it around his shoulders properly again. 
“I’m just getting comfy,” Steve rumbles, slowly and sluggishly wiggling and twisting on top of him until he stills with a satisfied hum that sounds a lot like a smile. 
“Good?” 
Another hum, affirmative this time, as Steve buries his cold fingers underneath Eddie’s body. “You’re warm.” 
“And you have a fever.” 
“Hmm. Still.” 
It makes him grin again, makes him want to burst and scream and cry and laugh endlessly. 
“Ridiculous,” he says again, no louder than a whisper, and Steve turns his head to press a kiss to the centre of Eddie’s chest. It’s as much of a No, you as Eddie’s going to get, and he cherishes it with everything he has. 
“I like that,” Steve says, half asleep by the sound of it.
Eddie reaches for Steve's glasses and places them on the coffee table, and tucks the hat back over his ears. When no elaboration follows, asks, “You like what, angel?” 
“That. Your voice. Feels nice.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Mhmm.”
“Want me to read to you? I think you might like this book, actually.” 
Another hum, another kiss — to his heart this time. “I like everything about you.”
“That’s what I wanna hear,” Eddie laughs, reaching for the battered copy of Momo that’s been one of his favourites since Wayne brought it home on a rainy night in ’85 and Eddie stayed up all night devouring it. 
“At the edge of the city,” he starts reading the blurb, to give Steve an idea what this is about and let him decide if he wants to listen in or just feel the rumbling of Eddie’s voice in his chest, “in the ruins of an old amphitheatre, there lives a little homeless girl called Momo. Momo has a special talent which she uses to help all her friends who come to visit her. Then one day the sinister men in grey arrive and silently take over the city. Only Momo has the power to resist them, and with the help of Professor Hora and his strange tortoise, Cassiopeia, she travels beyond the boundaries of time to uncover their dark secrets.”
Steve doesn’t react, but Eddie can feel that he’s not quite asleep yet, so he opens the book and starts reading from the beginning that he almost knows by heart. Somewhere on page seven, Steve takes to playing with Eddie’s hair, carding slow fingers through the strands in the gentlest way that is almost enough to distract him. Switching the book from one hand to another as his arms get heavy from the position he’s holding the book, he always has one hand drawing idle patterns underneath the blanket, between Steve’s shoulder blades. 
It’s a slow afternoon as the sun sets on them, painting them in golden hues of orange and rose. Once he’s sure Steve is asleep and the living room too dark to keep reading, Eddie puts down the book and sneaks his arms under the blanket, wrapping them loosely around Steve’s shoulders to follow him into dreamland.  
hope this lives up to what you had in mind! 🫶
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delcat177 · 10 months
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Okay can we just look at this for two seconds please, for July Disability Pride Month if nothing else
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This is the image description box.
When you click on an image to describe it, do you know where the image description box goes?
That's right! ON TOP OF THE IMAGE, SO YOU CAN'T SEE IT.
I believe in modern science and the ability to make this window movable. Like, this is a known technological marvel, dragging windows to one side.
Could we please for the love of God have that? I can't speak for anyone else, but it would make actually using this accessibility feature a LOT easier, it's just good UI sense
Thanks to anyone receiving this voidscream
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hooned · 2 months
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jake @ i don't think i'm okay cover
my friends just looking for a call, they want to say hi. they wonder if the person they knew is still inside. time is moving faster, it isn't slowing down. i miss being a kid, i miss the way the thunder sounds. maybe it's my dream that killed my self-esteem; got so good at being someone else. maybe I lost myself in the search of your acceptance.
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sunkissedlouis · 5 months
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🎸 BACK TO YOU (STUDIO VERSION) recorded by a fan! update: listen to the full audio here
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betterthanbatman1 · 8 days
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Can anyone tell me where this is from?? pls pls
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katballesteros · 5 months
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Sachi
Commissioned by @inusmasha for @mustardyellowsunshine
Enjoy, Robin! :)
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fanceknight · 4 months
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When was the Final Control Room built?
Do you guys remember that Eret said that there was a tree stump on top of the Final Control Room and that she put a dirt block on top of it to remember the location? In case something went wrong? Using this information, we can pinpoint when exactly the Final Control Room was built!
First, take a look at this screenshot from Dream's stream from July 31st:
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Here, we can see the tree stump in the bottom right corner. There were many tree stumps around L'Manberg that day, since the Dream Team had burnt down a lot of the trees, leaving only the stumps. But our focus should be this particular stump, as t stands directly above the coordinates of the fcr.
This stream was the one where the Dream Team bombs L'Manberg with TNT canons and Eret is all alone to defend the country, if anyone was wondering.
We can clearly see the bright top side of the stump, meaning no dirt block was placed on it yet.
However, if we take a look at this screenshot from Tommy's stream not even 24 hours later:
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We can see that there is now a dirt block on top of that tree stump. Meaning that the Final Control Room was built.
This means that Eret built the fcr between the evening of July 31st and the evening of August 1st british time.
Considering Eret's timezone and the fact that none of the others caught her in the act, I think it's save to say that Eret built the room that very night.
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w1lmuttart · 1 year
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The depths 💧
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heartdrift · 8 months
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otpsource’s 3 year anniversary ❀ day 3: favorite season
season 5
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phaedrinthefaire · 17 days
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anyone else reload their first Tav’s epilogue sometimes just to feel something
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machonnes · 1 year
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LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC Interview with the Vampire | 1.07 "The Thing Lay Still"
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gensnix · 10 months
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Why master Kohga can and should come back into a later dlc for totk
We all know about how important character's are introduced in both botw and totk right
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With Link's companions it shows a small explanation of who they are under their names but with villans it's the opposite
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And you know who else has there lil explanation below their name
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Why none other than the great master Kohga of course!
Maybe having him be on our side could explain some things about the shekia tech being absent or why he thinks being on Ganondorf's side is a good thing and bring back the lore of shekia turning on the royals
So please nintendo let the man be something great in a future dlc I will pay you to do that
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