#I should be allowed to harvest your kidneys

[thebibliosphere]

Every time someone adds something akin to "or you could just do things normally" onto any of my disability life hack posts, I should be allowed to harvest their organs.

I don't need them. I just don't want them to have them anymore, either.

#I wouldn't be totally wasteful in this imaginary world #I'd give them to people on transplant lists #but you get the general vibe #if you're an ableist dickbag #I should be allowed to harvest your kidneys #you're clearly not using them to filter out of any of that toxic personality 🤪

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees Sooo, you had no specific prompts for me, which opened the floor for me to write something -- weird. Something that combined a couple of things I know you're interested in, because I've seen them on your tumblr. Something that, specifically, crossed over your new obsession with the Saw movies...with a certain British gameshow hosted by Greg Davies that I myself rather like. I actually came up with this idea a little while back and meant to message you about it, but forgot -- and I'm kind of glad I did, because that allowed me to write this ridiculous thing as a surprise. XD Hope you find it funny!

Tasksaw

“Well – we’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t we?”

“I’d say it’s more than just a pickle,” Josh snapped back, tugging on the chain attaching his leg to the wall to test its strength. Depressingly, it seemed to be pretty damn well bolted in there. “Or do you get drugged and wake up in moldy old bathrooms with your leg manacled to the nearest wall often?”

“I can’t say I have,” the other fellow – who’d introduced himself as James – admitted, giving his leg a cursory kick. The chain attached to it rattled, snaking across the filthy floor. “Though I have been in my fair share of shitty bathrooms before.”

Josh squinted at him. “Was that an intentional pun, or. . . ?”

James just gave him a smirk – which was quickly replaced by a frown as he looked around the room again. “It is a very odd place, though. You have any idea why we’re here?”

“Not a bloody clue, mate,” Josh said, letting his chain slip from his hands. “I mean, obviously we pissed off somebody, but I don’t know who or why.”

“Yeah, me either. The guys in Pindrop weren’t that upset about us breaking up,” James muttered, scratching his head. “Which was actually a bit insulting, if you think about it – oh! Hang on!” He snapped his fingers, pointing frantically at Josh. “We need to check that our kidneys haven’t been stolen!”

“Our – our kidneys?” Josh repeated, baffled.

“Yeah! That’s the main reason people get kidnapped, isn’t it?” James said, rolling up the side of his shirt to stare at his abdomen. “To get their organs harvested? And I rather appreciate having my kidneys inside my body!”

“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theory sites,” Josh said – though he did slip a hand under his shirt, just to feel for any new scars. “Besides, I think we should have woken up in a bathtub full of ice if that was the case.”

“Nobody said our kidnappers had to be good at harvesting organs.”

“Excuse me!”

Both men looked up as the door on the far wall, just out of reach of their chains, opened, admitting a rather awkward-looking man with a scruffy beard and gapped teeth, dressed in a smart black suit and carrying an iPad. “Hello,” he greeted them, with a smile that didn’t seem entirely natural. “Would you like to play a game?”

Josh stared for a moment, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate way to respond to this. “Um. . .”

“What game?” James said, rolling his shirt back down and giving the newcomer a suspicious look. “Who are you?”

“Right, right, let me just. . .”

The man did something on his iPad, then held it up, displaying an image of a rather portly and extremely tall late-middle-aged man in glasses, sat upon an ornate golden throne. “GREETINGS, PEONS!” a powerful voice rang out from the tinny speakers. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am THE TASKMASTER! Your one true love, your reason for getting up in the morning, your NEW GOD AND MASTER! Over the next few days, I shall set you a series of tasks, overseen by my admin and general puppet-man Little Alex Horne! I shall score these tasks according to my whims, and at the end of our time together, whoever scores the most points wins the most valuable prize of all – THEIR LIFE! The loser will be killed in an appropriately ironic fashion. So play well, and amuse me. Puppet-man, I leave things in your hands. DON’T SCREW THIS UP!”

The recording ended in a burst of simulated static. The man – Alex – immediately pulled a piece of paper, folded and sealed with a red wax bearing a “TM” logo, out of his jacket and delivered it to Josh. “If you could just read that aloud, please?”

Completely and utterly baffled, Josh broke the seal and unfolded the paper. “‘Clean your half of this bathroom,” he read out. “‘Cleanest bathroom half wins. You have one hour. Your time starts now.’” He blinked, then looked up at Alex. “Clean – what? How?”

“All the information’s on the task,” Alex replied calmly, starting up a timer on his iPad.

Josh facepalmed into the paper. “Seriously? You’re going to be like this?”

“Well well well – looks like we’re going head to head on this one, Josh!” James said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. “And I plan to win – puppet-man! Get me a cabbage and a red dress.”

#dontoffendthebees #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #fanfic #taskmaster #saw #okay first things first #yes that is Josh Widdicombe and James Acaster #no I didn't pick them because they host Hypothetical together I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT XD #I picked them because Josh is everyone's favorite bullied champion #and James just one of my favorite British comedians in general #and come on his season (7) is one of the best of the series #I probably had a lot more fun than I should have imagining this scenario in everyone's voices #I hope you do too XD #queued

[sibling-ursidae]

I scribbled the angrier version of this in private but I'm still mad so:

-All people are people, but not everyone is treated equally. You don't have to yell "trans rights!" for example (there are many examples) at random people, that can be awkward to people just trying to take a walk around town. But if your friend is being nasty about someone over That, then y'know telling them off supports where you stand on respecting people. The other person who's the object of disrespect doesn't even have to see you do it. You know you did it, and hopefully your friend can choose to be kinder, but ultimately that's on them y'know? You tried, and they'll decide. And if you're not comfortable with that decision, then it's ok for you two to find other circles.

-Whether you're willing to sacrifice your time or life for someone is totally up to you. No one can force you! Which means that people with 80 kids who can mentally care for them should be financially supported for that, and that people who want no kids should be allowed to have no kids. Also adoption should be a thorough screening process yes but it should not be financially prohibiting. If you can make a baby for "free" even if the supplies and time are a cost then adopting one should not be intensely expensive, especially since you're essentially both removing a person the organization has to tend to as well as giving someone a possibly sturdier foundation on which to build their life. Yes I know that the organization had to take care of the kids and that supplies are expensive, but genuinely parents or future parents just need more support.

-If you're against government control of bodies (even dead ones), whether that be tracking chips or vaccines or organ harvesting or whatever concept makes you most uncomfortable, then abortion being made illegal is a slippery slope. "It's to save a life!" they'll say, as they take both of your kidneys. "But it'll help someone!" they'll say, as they remove your heart, leaving your family without their child, if you've got one- your partner without their beloved, and if you have any- your kids without who they love and possibly still relied on. The government can't force you to go into a burning building even if it would save someone close to you, and it shouldn't ever have a power like that. Because you might be fine. Or you might die. Or you might just have some severe medical issues that you might not be able to afford to take care of, and even if you do, the government was the one who got to make the choice to cause you pain- not you.

-A rational person who doesn't use the name or pronouns you feel they should isn't asking you to memorize every available pronoun and name in existence. They also aren't going to expect you to be perfect. Regardless of their identity then, they're a jerk for expecting perfection. Not a jerk *because* of that identity, but a jerk who just so happens to have that in their character bio of life. But think of it this way:

A person who looks like The Rock comes up to another person at a party. Person say "Hey Dave!". He says his name isn't Dave. He's a John. He's not necessarily rude about it, and brushes it away with that reminder. Or maybe he is rude in his correction. "Ok whatever, you look like a Dave, so your name is Dave." It isn't. It's weird to say that. Does that person not trust John to tell them his name? And if his name was Dave, and is now John, it doesn't hurt them to try and remember John, in the same way people try to remember not to call Steve at work Stephan or mix up the two Tiffanys, who look nothing alike and the spelling is different but are pronounced the same, and no, neither want to be called The Big T just because someone thought it sounded right.

You don't have to understand to be respectful, like how you might not understand why a 20 year old woman would want to be called "ma'am" when you feel she's still young enough for "miss", but you don't have to get it on some deep level to just, nod and try, y'know?

#kes chatters #rant #abortion mention #transphobia mention #death mention #organ mention #rant tw #tw rant #reblogging is ok but I'd rather not have a debate on this post if that's alright. tags count because we can see those now in notifs lol #negative #kinda? i think this counts cause it's respect and rights to bodies Drama and not everyone has the energy to deal with it at the second

[batmansymbol]

Trump's gonna win 2020, republican scotus majority and were set to take the Senate and the house. Bye bye roe v wade, hello protecting children from murder and the hair sniffing pedo Biden.

You took the time to send me a message, so I’m going to answer this seriously. I was raised Catholic, so I get the rhetoric that life begins at conception. I know this is a thing that most conservatives feel in their gut, and so probably nothing I say will convince you otherwise. But I will still say a few things about this:

1) Every US citizen has a right to bodily autonomy/integrity. This means it’s illegal for any person to be compelled to give part of their body to another. This SCOTUS precedent was set in McFall v. Shimp, when a man was not compelled to donate bone marrow despite the circumstance of a life-saving operation.

Even after death, organs can’t be harvested from a corpse without organ donor consent, even though those organs could very well save lives. Pregnancy is a state of constant donation. You are giving of your body day and night. To make this state compulsory rather than voluntary violates people’s right to bodily autonomy.

2) Pregnancy and birth should not be forced upon someone who didn’t choose these things. I’ve seen conservatives argue that bodily autonomy doesn’t apply in this case because pregnancy is tied to your own choices in a way that, e.g., someone else needing a kidney isn’t. “it’s your child,” they say, “your vulnerable child whom you chose to conceive, and so to whom you have obligations.”

The problem is that pregnancy isn’t always tied to your own choices. Rape exists. Would you force rape victims to carry to term, undergoing the total transformation of their bodies, the sickness and side effects, the pain of childbirth, and all the accompanying medical expenses? Would you force them to be reminded constantly of their assault throughout the pregnancy, and then face the further choice of either giving the baby they bore up for adoption or raising their rapist’s child?

Some people are in the middle, and advocate for only allowing abortion in the case of rape/incest. But how do you determine that? Are you supposed to get a legal conviction for your rapist in order to go to the doctor’s office? Good luck, when only 7% of rapists are convicted of any crime.

And if “you chose to conceive” is really the argument, what about accidental pregnancy? People spend time and money making appointments and getting birth control implants and taking pills and buying condoms—but these things aren’t failsafe, obviously, because 92% of abortions are from accidental pregnancy. But conservatives never deem accidental pregnancy to be something that should permit abortion.

So, “You chose to conceive” isn’t really the argument here. It’s the much more Puritanical “If you don’t want to get pregnant, don’t have sex.” I’m not going to get into all the ways this creates a culture hostile to anyone who can bear a child. My point is simply that “you chose to conceive” can’t override the bodily autonomy premise, because of both rape and accidental pregnancy.

Maybe someday birth control will be so affordable, so effective, so universally accessible, that accidental pregnancy will no longer happen. I’d honestly love that; I think everybody would. But as long as unintended pregnancies can still happen, we should also remember that abortions still happened before they were legal. They were just substantially unsafer, and the people undergoing these unsafe operations were the most desperate and vulnerable.

3) Roe v Wade is concerned with viability. I’ve also seen conservatives say that bodily autonomy doesn’t apply to pregnancy because abortion isn’t just a process of “non-donation,” but of active destruction of another human body. So this is where the idea of viability comes into question. You mention Roe v Wade, anon. Roe only gives absolute protection to women seeking an abortion in the first trimester, long before the fetus is viable (able to survive on its own). Everything else is left to a state-by-state basis.

Conservatives often emphasize the actual, physical process of abortion, the ways in which it is done. The idea that abortion isn’t a case of “non-donation” but of "active destruction” is generally made with descriptions of the process of abortion itself, to make it seem as violent as possible.

But if you were to lift a 21-week fetus carefully and whole out of a uterus, and transfer it into a nutrient-rich environment, that fetus would still die on its own. With no damage done to the fetus’s body, the comparison holds. That fetus, like someone in need of bone marrow, cannot support itself. And no US citizen can be forced to donate anything of themselves to sustain another person.

I’m accepting the conservative premise that life begins at conception when I say that these fetuses' rights do not override the rights of someone to choose whether they host a fetus, give of their own body to the fetus, support and eventually birth the fetus in what is often a painful and destructive process. At the very least up to the point of fetal viability, there should be very little to discuss. And Roe doesn’t even go up to 21 weeks. Roe allows unrestricted abortion through the first trimester; that’s thirteen weeks.

The above is why overturning Roe is a really, really extreme position when it comes to reproductive discussions. And anon, this is all why it’s quite worrying to me that statements like yours are now the absolute standard among the right wing. I care about children just as much as you do, but I also care about the lives and rights of the people who become pregnant and may not be able to endure the upheaval that pregnancy and birth brings. I really hope you will consider some of the above.

#tw: abortion mention #tw: rape mention #reply #idk why i typed all this out... this person was probably only here bc of that one post... #they will probably never see my blog again... #oh well #essay #Anonymous

[mountainmothermedicinalsblog]

Goldenrod

It’s Goldenrod or Solidago season!

Solidago, often called goldenrod, is a genus of around 100 species of flowering plants in the aster family, Asteraceae. They are an early fall flowering plant with great medicinal value, especially in regards to your kidneys, bladder, and urinary tract. 

The easiest way to identify Goldenrod is by its leaves. They are primarily smooth with serrations only at the trips. The tiny golden flowering rod-like tops are also a pretty big giveaway. 

Goldenrod often gets blamed for seasonal allergies in the fall but that’s only because it blooms the same time as ragweed. The truth is, goldenrods pollen is stationary, dense, and sticky. It’s completely reliant on insects to pollinate and cannot be pollinated by the wind. Which brings me to my next point...

When you harvest goldenrod, I recommend doing it after dust to avoid the hundreds of bees and wasps that are likely to be riddled within it during the day. Even then, it will likely be home to many spiders and other creepy crawlers. I recommend hanging your harvest over night before processing so that all its inhabitants have the opportunity to vacate. I, of course, did not do this and I’m currently sharing space with roughly 30 new eight-legged friends. (I also found a Caterpillar, as shown in the photo below.)

To harvest simply cut the plant roughly 12 inches above the ground. This should leave you with a long stem and flowering top. You want to harvest when the flowers are in full bloom with some buds. Process by separating the leaves from the flowering tops. You can just pull down on the stem and make quick work of removing the leaves, then nip the tops into a separate vessel.

The leaves make excellent tea and the flowering tops are most often tinctured. I typically throw the rinsed leaves in my Excalibur dehydrator around 90-105 degrees and dry overnight and allow the flowering tops to wilt overnight before making a fresh plant tincture. Goldenrod isn’t limited to teas and tinctures though.

You can infuse dried herb into local honey for a fantastic natural allergy remedy and if you want to get crazy, add vinegar and make an oxymel that will also serve to tone and soothe the GI system. If honey isn’t your gig, make an anti-fungal extract with ACV and use in vaginal steams to combat yeast infections or to even administer to children. 

Goldenrod is also a fantastic anti-oxidant and a good source of the constituent rutin, a powerful flavonoid that benefits the cardiovascular system. The flowers can even be made into an infused oil or salve to aid in the healing of wounds and burns.  

As mentioned at the beginning of this post, Goldenrod has great medicinal value, especially in regards to your kidneys, bladder, and urinary tract. It’s perfect for things like UTIs, bladder infections, kidney stones, etc.So, get out there and find some Goldenrod! She is a fantastic plant ally. I promise it won’t be hard to find, after reading this post you’ll be likely seeing it everywhere.

#goldenrod #herbalist #herbalism #herbal #herbalblog #herbalistblog #clinicalherbalist #mountainmothermedicinals #mmm #ad #affiliate link #amazon

[okay-j-hannah]

The Cute One

Smosh : Fic

Damien x Reader

Word Count: 2496

Warnings: Lots of giggles... a try not to laugh challenge... and a possibly questionable white van joke?

A/N: Guest staring on Smosh Pit was every bit as fun as you hoped, maybe even a little romantic as a certain Damien Haas flirted during the entire game

“Guys, welcome back to the Try Not to Laugh Challenge,” Keith addressed the camera as the rest of the cast cheered. “You guys wanted it, so we’re doing it again.”

Shayne clapped his hands together, “We’re doing it again, it’s going to be crazier. You know why it’s gonna be crazier?”

“Why?” Olivia perked up.

 “Cause we’ve got a guest this time.”

 Everyone gave their own round of applause as they amped up the soon to be revealed contestant.

 “And we’re not just talking about Damien because he ends up being here way too often.” Damien waved at the camera and avoided a well aimed smack from Courtney.

 Shayne continued, “Introducing (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

 Out of the corner came (Y/N), waltzing on in a goofy dance, “Hey, friends!” She bounced to the chair Keith was gesturing to and found Noah already wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

 “We are hoping because you’re here this will go on trending,” Shayne confessed, throwing in a forced laugh afterwards. “For those of you who don’t know, (Y/N) has a YouTube channel and just so happens to not live in LA.”

 (Y/N) nodded and found herself slowly falling into a nervous tick, twisting around in her chair, “Yes, my online name is (Youtube Name). And it definitely took many hours to get here.”

 Noah grinned from beside her, “We are lucky enough to feature her on Smosh Pit while she stays in California for the week!”

 Everyone yells their approval and causes (Y/N) to blush ever so slightly. She wasn’t that popular of a YouTuber.

 After rules were explained, Olivia was left on the stool while the rest of the cast flew to behind the prop screen wall. Once there, (Y/N) found a hand on her shoulder.

 “Hi, I’m Damien.”

 Her throat immediately seized up, “Uh, h-hey! It’s really nice to meet you – all of you. Um… question: are you good at this game?” Her pent-up energy caused her weird quirks to shine through, talking with her hands and shuffling her feet.

Damien smiled wide, “How forward of you to assume I’m funny.”

That pulled a snicker from her, “Go easy on me, alright?” She smirked, adverting her eyes from his staring ones, “I’ve got to give my best show. My fans think I’m pretty funny.”

Damien continues to watch her movements, completely oblivious to the commotion behind him, “Oh, so now you’re saying that you think you’re funny? Such confidence for a first time Try to Not Laugher.”

She immediately blushed, slight panic in her limbs, “No, no, I’m saying my fans think I’m funny. I never said I thought I was.”

He snickered, admiring the wide look in her gaze, “You should. I’ve seen a few of your videos and I think you’re funny.”

“Woah, the great Damien Haas declaring me humorous to viewers,” she allowed a hint of a smile on her face, improv taking over her actions. “That’s got to mean something.”

It was Damien’s turn to get a bit embarrassed, turning his head away at the sudden realization that he’s been staring at her the entirety of their conversation. 

“Honestly, (Y/N), take it as a compliment. Your videos are pretty hilarious.”

She let her gaze rest on his subtle smile for a few extra moments before sighing, “Now I feel bad! I haven’t seen any Smosh videos and come to find out you already knew who I was and everything.”

“It’s not that big of a deal; you can watch them after today. Maybe I could show you some of…”

“Damien’s turn!” Courtney yelled, “If you don’t get out there in the next five seconds we’re gonna skip you.” She peered over at the corner Damien and (Y/N) were huddled in, talking - it took a swift pull on the arm from Shayne to get her to turn away.

“Hold that thought,” Damien smiled, holding up a finger.

And (Y/N) watched him practically fall on the stage in his attempt to make Olivia laugh. She realized that something was clicking in her brain, that maybe Damien was trying to be her friend.

She wandered as the rounds continued, one particularly good attempt she came up with for Noah went along the lines of:

“Hey, little boy,” she rounded the corner in a grungy button down and a steering wheel in her hand. “You wanna hear something good? I’ve got some free WiFi in the back of my van.”

Shayne started giggling as Noah pulled a grimace at the previous statement. (Y/N) exaggerated the creepy features on her face as she pursued him more.

“Come on, kid. I’ll show you all the stuff. I’ve got chargers galore in the back, free WiFi that’s actually good – not that crappy free McDonald’s WiFi that promises full access but disappoints you. This is the good stuff!” She took a shuttering breath, making intense eye contact with the freaked Noah, “Just get in the van… little boy.”

On the last syllable she flickered her tongue and Noah couldn’t take it anymore, spitting the water all over the place and sending everyone into a fit of laughter.

“Oh my God, please stop!” he cried, holding up a hand. “That was horrifying.”

Shayne couldn’t stop giggling, “Those white vans gotta offer what the kids want these days.”

“Candy just ain’t it anymore,” Damien added, poking his head out to watch (Y/N) come back with her props.

It wasn’t until Damien was sitting in the chair that (Y/N) felt the most invested. She found a different kind of determination to make him laugh compared to the others. And she was pretty sure she had the perfect strategy.

Trying to be as genuine as possible, (Y/N) skittishly walked out, playing with the end of her shirt and gazing towards the ground. When she did flicker her eyes to Damien, she saw his expectant expression and the subtle smile that was already creeping into view.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N),” she messed with her fingers, playing up a shy smile. Though she focused all her energy into being timid and cute, it wasn’t that hard to show – it was basically what she’d been feeling all day.

Damien waved towards her as she continued with a small voice, “I don’t usually do this. But – I just…” She scratched the back of her neck and gave a nervous laugh.

Courtney made funny noises from behind the prop screen, “This is adorable.”

“Come on, (Y/N),” Keith muttered, a hint of a giggle behind his words.

It was almost like Damien softened his reaction, like he was falling into a genuine feeling of worry for her.

“I just wanted to say…” (Y/N) let out an unexpected giggle, unable to contain a smile but still staring at the ground. “I think you’re really cute.” She finally looked at him and he seemed slightly surprised, bringing a hand over his chest as if asking if she was actually talking to him.

“Yes, you,” she laughed, fidgeting with her hands, “And I was hoping that maybe we could go out sometime. Like, maybe go to lunch, play some games, go see a movie. We – we could even just watch a movie at my place!” She became more animated as she held her monologue, her demeanor slowly developing from shy to persistent.

“We could make dinner! I have a very, very nice kitchen. I have a great array of… knives. Carving tools.” Her tone of voice became steady, almost menacing as her eyes remained pouring into his, unblinking, “And a very. Large. Freezer.”

Noah started laughing in a sense of horror, “Oh my God!”

“Have you ever had liver and onions? What about steak and kidney pie?” she was sizing him up now, looking him over with those same wide eyes. A finger was tapping her chin, “It’s absolutely delicious.”

Damien was increasingly shrinking in his seat, his before expression of flattery was replaced with a grimace. He was making muffled noises to her suggestions, shaking his head in confusion.

“I might bring a few friends along. I hope that’s okay. One of them works at Red Cross – we might as well donate blood while we’re at it.”

He couldn’t hold it in anymore and spluttered some water in surprise, “What the hell? What kind of Black Market ish was that?”

(Y/N) waved at the camera, marching off in a confident fashion, “Thank you, thank you!”

“(Y/N), you can actually be hella creepy,” Keith stated, straightening his sweatshirt, “I was not expecting that at all.”

Shayne laughed hard, “I guess we all know what (Y/N) does with her free time.”

Courtney joined in, giggling, “And I thought it was going to be some fluffy date proposal!”

And with an announcement from Shayne, it was (Y/N)’s turn to be on the stool. She quickly realized that Damien was going to approach her first.

“Great, instant revenge. I promise you’re still really cute, Damien, and not in just a ‘I-want-to-harvest-your-organs’ kind of way,” she stated away from him, sipping from her water bottle.

Little did she know that Shayne and Courtney were smacking Damien to make sure he noticed what was just said. After a little struggle, he was able to extract himself from his boisterous friends.

In complete silence he wandered around the stool and faced (Y/N) at an angle. She was almost afraid to keep eye contact with him, scared that a blush of some sort would course her cheeks.

Eventually Damien leaned over and kissed the top of her head, making (Y/N) scrunch her brows in confusion. Keith gave a classic muffled laugh as Courtney dramatically gasped.

Giving a short beat, Damien leaned over and kissed the top of her nose, making her flicker her eyes around asking silently where this was going. Shayne started his giggling again, peering over the screen.

Leaning over, Damien peered into (Y/N)’s eyes with raised eyebrows. And she could have sworn there were specks of pink flustering his cheeks. In an instant Damien wrapped his hands around (Y/N)’s face, placing his thumbs over her lips and kissing that exact spot.

Though he was essentially just kissing his own thumbs, (Y/N) made a muffled noise of surprise, practically gasping afterwards and leaning away on the stool. “I just swallowed my water!”

Everyone broke out in laughs as Damien clapped his hands in amusement at her reaction, “You should see your face.”

In complete shock, she grabbed her water bottle, secretly thankful that there were still five more people she needed to face before Damien again. But it didn’t take long for the game to be over, (Y/N) failing epically to not laugh every time. They filmed the outro and pumped the fans about following (Youtube Name) on social media, signing off with waving and cheers from the whole cast.

A few rounds of applause and hugs later, and (Y/N) found Shayne shoving his best friend over her way. How it didn’t dawn on them that they were in plain sight was beyond her, but Shayne gave a thumbs up towards Damien and motioned for him to keep walking over.

In response, Damien quietly shuffled towards (Y/N); she could almost see him trying to pull some confidence into his step, “Hey, (Y/N), you did really great out there.”

“So that means you still think I’m funny? I haven’t completely disappointed you?” she let her natural weird improv take over her speech – she knew if she tried to say something serious it would fall out jumbled and incoherent.

“Absolutely,” he practically muttered, playing with his hair immediately. “I had a lot of fun hanging with you today. Even if it was only for a couple hours at work.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Make work fun and then it doesn’t really feel like work, right?”

“Yeah,” he agreed – his eyes crinkled when he giggled, she noticed. “Um… what – what are your plans for the rest of your time here?”

“Well,” she flickered her eyes around the hall, quickly noticing Shayne attempting to be casual in the doorway. “For today, I plan on going back to my hotel room and playing on my Playstation that I most definitely brought with me.” 

Damien snickered again, “I see nothing wrong with that. It’s perfectly normal to be attached to a gaming system.”

She laughed in response, “But I’ve got a few more collabs for the rest of my week here. Though during my free nights I was thinking of maybe exploring LA a little bit – see why people keep flocking over here… what all the hubba-ballue is about.”

“Well, maybe – just maybe,” he tried to add a bit of humor as always. “We can hang out sometime before you leave. I could show you the best parts of the city?”

“I suppose having an experienced LA person with me would help my quest of touring knowledge,” she averted her eyes for a few seconds, “Um… as long as you’re okay with spending at least one night playing Smash Bros. and Mario Party whilst snacking on sushi and Chinese food.”

That seemed to brighten his face to maximum proportions, “You know, I had a funny feeling we’d get along. Chinese food and games just so happens to be one of my favorite pastimes.”

She immediately pulled out her phone, “Then can I have your number? And you can text me when you’re free.”

He seemed practically overjoyed that she was the first to ask, “Of course, M’Lady.”

(Y/N) quietly snuck a glance back towards Shayne; he was leaning in close with a contorted brow. He was attempting to listen so intently to their conversation.

Giggling, she accepted her phone again, “Thank you. I’m really glad I’ve decided not to harvest your organs.”

He gave a breathy laugh, an immediate tickle in his throat, “Because I’m cute, right?”

“Do you need me to say it again?” She found herself hiding her fidgeting hands, a warm feeling spreading in her chest. “I’ll text you and you’ll have my number.” She was already typing on her screen.

“Awesome,” he pulled out his own phone and waited for the ding of a new message, “I see, ‘Hey there cutie.’ What a coincidence.”

“I think you need to talk to Shayne – he’s been worriedly watching our entire conversation.” She laughed at his scoff as he turned to glare at his best friend.

They muttered their goodbyes and shuffled away, (Y/N) almost immediately feeling her phone vibrate with a notification. It was a text message, and she quickly found out what Damien put himself as in her contacts:

||| AT&T LTE 2:15 PM 53%🔋

💬 Message from {The Cute One 💙}

“Going back to the whole Try Not to Laugh thing… just so you know, I also think you’re cute and not in a ‘I-only-want-to-kiss-you-with-my-thumbs-in-the-way’ kind of way.”

Before she was able to leave the office she turned to glance at the boys, seeing Shayne looking incredulously at Damien.

“YOU DIDN’T SAY IT TO HER IN PERSON? DAMIEN THAT WAS THE BEST LINE WE CAME UP WITH!”

~~~

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[suffering-is-my-comfort-zone]

And They Were Roommates: Chapter Three

Summary: Logan reunites with an old friend and has a moment with his new roommate

Word Count: 1,055

Tw: Serial Killers, Drinking, Language

         “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Logan mumbled out, frowning when he noticed he had spilled his drink. The person chuckled lowly, wringing the alcohol out of his sweater.

         “Don’t sweat it Logan, when did you start drinking?” Logan looked at the person curiously, taking a look at the person in front of him. A smile crossed his face as he recognized the bright purple hair and mismatched eyes.

         “Virgil! Long time no see, it’s been a few years since we've spoken last.” He chuckled, his words slurring slightly. Virgil nodded in response, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Logan.

"You okay there starboy? How much have you drank?" Virgil put his hand on Logan's shoulder, leading him to a seat. Logan shrugged, looking down at the cup.

"I was talking to Remy, he kept giving me more to drink. I wasn't paying attention but I'm fine, I'm just a bit tipsy." Logan reassured Virgil, flinching slightly as he looked up into piercing, worried eyes. Virgil shrugged, sitting down next to Logan.

"If you say so Lo, you up for more drinks then? I'll keep an eye out for ya, we can drink and catch up." Logan nodded, turning to face Virgil as the boy handed him another cup.

"I'm sorry for spilling the last one on you Virgil, I should have been paying more attention." Logan mumbled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. Virgil shook his head, chuckling quietly.

"It's fine Lo, you never had the best coordination. What have you been up to the last few years? You moved away so suddenly." Logan had to lean closer to hear Virgil over the music, his eyes focused on his cup.

"It's nothing to worry about, I just wanted to go to a different school. The new one I moved to had more AP class options." Logan mumbled, not wanting to look up and see if Virgil believed him. The low hum coming from the boy in front of him letting him know all he needed to.

"You still suck at lying but I won’t pressure you if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m just glad to see you again, you moving away sucked ass.” Virgil chuckled, sipping at his own drink, “What are you majoring in? Still planning on playing god as a doctor?” Logan rolled his eyes, looking back up at Virgil.

“First off, it’s not playing god. Being a doctor is a privilege and it is a valid career choice. Secondly, no. I’m majoring in astronomy, I want to be a professor.” Logan frowned slightly, shaking his head as he looked at Virgil. Virgil laughed, smiling at the brunette in front of him.

“What changed your mind professor?” Virgil’s tone was condescending as his grin grew larger, “You wanted to be a doctor ever since we were little, always said you wanted to be like your dad.” Logan tensed up slightly at the mention of his father, shotgunning the rest of his drink.

“That’s a long story Vivi, i’ll tell you about it later. But uh, what are you majoring in?” Logan quickly changed the subject, trying to avoid Virgil’s suspicious look. Virgil sighed, his concern for Logan growing as he studied his body language, choosing to not press the issue further.

“I’m actually a digital filmmaking, I want to work on movies and do special effects for them. I also take some classes at a different college for special effects makeup.” Virgil explained, allowing the topic of conversation to focus on him. Logan sighed in relief, nodding along as Virgil spoke.

“You know ViVi, while the demand for visual effects artists are high, it’s very difficult to actually succeed in the industry.” Logan slurred, grabbing another drink from someone as Virgil laughed.

Soon an hour had passed as they spoke, several more drinks downed by the both of them as they chatted about how their lives had been since they last spoke. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw someone approach them and could see the person speaking but wasn’t able to hear them.

“Earth to nerdy wolverine! Hello?” Remus waved his hand in Logan’s face, laughing when he saw Logan flinched. Virgil moved to stand in between the two, glaring at Remus until he saw Roman.

“What do you guys want?” Virgil muttered, swaying slightly as he relaxed a small bit.

“We saw our roommates sitting here and decided to grace you with our presence. Although we weren’t expecting you guys to be wasted.” Roman stated, glancing between the two friends. Logan finally looked up at Remus, recognizing his dyed hair.

“Why hello there my lovely serial killer roommate,” Logan slurred, grinning slightly as he stared up at Remus, causing the green haired forensic major to laugh again. Virgil chatted with Roman, arguing on whether they were actually wasted or just slightly drunk. Remus helped Logan off the couch, leading him away from everyone else and back to the dorms as he waved to his twin.

“Hey, don’t touch me with your blood stained hands you heathen! I’m not looking to get murdered so go find someone else!” Logan squirmed pathetically in Remus’ grasp, who simply tightened his hold.

“I’m making sure you go to bed, you nerdy drunk.” Remus chuckled, half dragging Logan across the campus to the dorms. Logan whined, continuing to try and get away from Remus as he yelled.

“I don’t consent to you taking my kidneys! I don’t need you to harvest my organs for your sick fantasies!” The more Logan complained and ranted, the harder his roommate laughed.

“I know your type bud! You act all friendly and nice but in reality you’re going to eat me! You’re like Jeffery Dahmer! Or Issei Sagwa! You’re probably planning all the ways to skin me alive and eat me you Ed Gein fuck!” Logan finally yanked his arm out of Remus’ grasp, huffing as he stumbled forward, quickly falling flat on his face. Remus sighed, lifting Logan up and throwing him over his shoulder.

“Maybe you’re the serial killer, you sick sozzled spood.” Remus mumbled as he continued to walk back to the dorms, waving at the random students as Logan ranted about serial killers. Once they were back to the room, Remus gently set Logan down on his bed. Logan huffed, sitting back up and weakly pushing his roommate away from him.

“You brute! How dare you manhandle me!” Logan grumbled, grabbing his pillow to smack Remus with it. Remus laughed, taking the pillow from Logan and pushing him back down.

“You are completely shitfaced specs, get some fucking sleep.” Remus grinned, entertained by the complete change in Logan’s personality. Logan mumbled inaudibly, glaring at Remus.

“You’ll slit my throat the second I pass out, I don’t need you to use my blood for a painting.” Remus laughed at Logan’s statement, rolling his eyes and going to sit on his bed. He looked around at all his stuff, grinning at the comparison between the two sides of the room.

“I’m not going to kill my new cute roommate specs, I'm not a serial killer.” Remus turned to face Logan, laughing again at the suspicious look on his face.

“I don’t trust you, you’re too attractive to be nice.” Logan mumbled, “Like a black hole, or the explosion of a star.” Remus’ grin widened as he listened to Logan ramble, the topic going from serial killers to random star knowledge. Eventually Logan fell asleep, Remus got up to put a water bottle and some medicine on the table by Logan’s bed. He shook his head at the passed out astronomer before heading to bed himself.

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[antlergraham]

Summary: Hannibal finally knows Will- and he knows he's sick.

AO3: link in reblog

WC: 2.2k

It becomes a ritual for them. The night of Will’s appointments, they meet up once more in Hannibal’s home, prey already caught on the table and ready for Will’s violent outrage to tear them to pieces. The news says that the Wolf of Virginia has been active outside the kills the FBI has confirmed to be a co-authorship between the two most prolific serial killers on the west coast. It’s a lot to be killing, by Hannibal’s standards, even without Will’s extracurriculars. 

“Speed often holds hands with sloppiness,” He tells Will over a meal of roasted thigh. Their victim this week is still alive, and whimpering on the dining room table while they eat on newly purchased barstools at the counter. Hannibal hates their very idea, but Will had suggested this, and had seemed so excited at what he could do to their kills if kept alive through the meal, and Hannibal is powerless to say no to him. “You should settle down before you get yourself, and by extension, me, caught because you lost your head.”

“I’m perfectly in control,” Will argues. 

His voice falters, though, and the sick tinge to his scent strengthens in the air for just a moment. Sure signs he is not. Hannibal raises an eyebrow, a quiet but clear challenge, until Will lowers his chin and looks to the side. 

“I don’t remember all of the kills they say I did. Not recently.”

“Do you remember any of them?”

Will pushes his food around his plate, something uncharacteristic of his usual ravenous appetite for their kills. He looks gaunt. His cheekbones appear to have sunken in more in the weeks they’ve been doing this, and his eyes- though bright- look colder. Evidently, he really is sick. Whatever it is, it’s getting worse. Will is getting worse. 

“Some. Others I find out through the press, or because there’s blood under my nails.”

Finally he takes a bite, but he shudders doing it, and his lashes flutter in indecision. Hannibal worries, for a moment, that it’s his cooking, but then Will leans to the side and spits it out onto the floor. It’s rude, but it’s also Will, for whom Hannibal always makes exceptions. His first thought is not disdain for the behavior. It’s concern. As much as Will likes to flaunt norms, he wouldn’t spit something onto the floor just to see what happens, or because he doesn’t know better. In sum, this was not a chosen behavior.

“Are you alright?”

Will wrinkles his nose and draws his knees up to his chest, curling his body in the hardback chair. “It tastes like blood.”

“I thought you were fond.”

“I am. I am, it’s just-” He rummages through his mind for the words, eyes unfocused in his search. “I don’t think my mind and my body are friends anymore.”

He doesn’t touch his meal again, so Hannibal- trying to provide, to be a good Alpha- makes him a grilled cheese and replaces the decadent meal with it. Will smiles up at him, not reaching his eyes, and dutifully eats half before pushing it away and returning his gaze to the man still weakly struggling. He licks his lips. 

“Do you still have taste for it raw?” Hannibal asks. 

“No, but I want to watch him suffer.”

Hannibal ruffles his hair, even when Will bats away his hand. “As you wish, sweet Omega.”

The title still makes Will wrinkle his nose, but he no longer protests it as Hannibal picks up his scalpel and opens the man’s chest, ignorant of sloppy, dizzy pleas that get quieter and quieter. He harvests. Kidneys, another thigh, meat from the shoulder. He saves the lungs, calling out to be consumed, for last in order to prolong the agony and please Will. Most things he does nowadays are too that end. 

What distracts him, when he turns to ensure Will is looking at him, is the blank look in his eyes suggesting he isn’t watching the show. 

“One moment,” Hannibal tells the nearly-unconscious victim, and sets down his scalpel to go to Will. He discards his bloody gloves along the way. 

When he kneels in front of Will, he cups his face and gently says his name, trying to get his attention. Touching him, he’s able to feel the faint tremors in Will’s face, his head moving and his cheeks twitching. It’s a seizure of some sort, he thinks, and carefully pulls Will’s chair away from the table so he doesn’t fall and hit his head on it. 

There’s nothing he can really do to help Will at the moment, and yet, he can’t bring himself to leave his side. He just sits there. He holds him. He sits with him until Will’s head dips to the side a little and he blinks several times in quick succession.

“Alpha?” he manages. He sounds drunk. “I don’t…”

“It’s alright.” Hannibal strokes his hair, notes how warm his face is. “I believe you’ve had a mild seizure. You should rest.”

“Seizure,” Will repeats. 

Hannibal moves to pick him up and carry him to bed. “Yes, a seizure.”

“Don’t touch me.” 

He stumbles out of his seat and rubs his eyes. Will is pale and unsteady, but there is still fire in him despite his own confusion. 

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

“I was trying to help you-”

“No.”

He braces a hand on the table and looks so sick, so lost, so… small. This hardly feels like the man who put a hand on Hannibal’s throat, but even sick he is deadly. He has been killing in these postictal phases. That’s his missing memory. Right now, Will could kill him, and Hannibal-

He thinks he might let him. 

Nonetheless, he holds his hands out in front of him and tilts his head to submissively bare his throat- a gesture intended to appease. Will seems somewhat alright with it, and doesn’t lunge for Hannibal, an Alpha who has become his latest prey. He doesn’t plead for his life, nor sink so low as to imply it, but simply waits for Will to decide whether or not he intends to be violent in answer. 

It takes a moment, but Will sits back down and rubs his eyes again. “My head is pounding. Do you have aspirin?”

“Let me get you something stronger.”

Hannibal resists the urge to kiss Will’s forehead as he passes by, headed to his office for a stronger medication. It was easy to keep on hand, and more than adequate at helping sedate victims thrashing in pain. This will do better to ease the pain. He puts a single pill in his hand and returns, moving Will’s untouched wine glass away. Alcohol and opioids are not a good combination, especially for someone already unwell. He fetches water instead, and smiles when Will accepts both offerings without fight. His still dilated eyes fix on their victim, even though he makes no move toward him. 

“He’s still alive,” Hannibal clarifies, “at least for a few minutes more. I was going to finish with his lungs.”

“Let me.”

It is impossible to resist. Hannibal steps out of the way for Will to unsteadily approach their prey, plunging his hand into the open chest cavity like one might reach into a drawer of miscellaneous items. It’s a searching touch. He pulls on something, gruesome in the tug at what Hannibal recognizes as intestines. This is not the way the Wolf of Virginia kills.

As though Will can hear Hannibal’s thoughts, he sinks his teeth into the flesh. It should not be beautiful, but it is, especially when it leads to a frenzy. With his mouth alone, Will destroys this man, eats his raw meat and spits blood on the floor. It will be a pain to clean. Hannibal won’t mind the hours on his hands and knees with bleach when it means he gets to see Will without any inhibitions. Will is not beholden to social expectations or his suppression of his own desires out of some form of social grace, even in murder. He is free. Hannibal loves him this way. 

By the time he is finished, Will has decimated the corpse, and Hannibal is desperate to touch him. He knows better than to reach out without permission, however, and waits for Will to come to him, soaked and messy and with faraway eyes. As much as he is a threat, he is vulnerable right now, and it feels precious that Hannibal might see him this way. 

“Will, darling Omega,” he murmurs, in his closest approximation to a purr. “You need a bath and rest.”

“Tell me where to go.”

Hannibal knows better than to offer help, though he allows himself to guide Will with a soft touch to the small of his back and give him the softest towels in the house. He turns on the water and feels its temperature on the soft skin inside his wrist. When its warm enough, he makes to leave, only for Will to take his wrist and look up at him with eyes made so much brighter by the contrast of the blood on his face. 

“Stay.”

He leans against the counter and watches Will slowly strip, then lower himself into the hot bath and avoid plugging the drain. Hannibal hadn’t done so because he wanted Will to choose the scent he wanted for the bubbles, but it becomes clear Will doesn’t want to stew in his own filth. He scrubs at the blood on his body with clumsy bare hands until Hannibal offers him a washcloth, and then uses the tap to wet and rinse the cloth as he slowly bathes himself. It doesn’t take very long, but Will shivers by the time he stands up and reaches for a towel to wrap around himself. 

“Can I borrow something?” he asks. 

Hannibal leads him next to the bedroom, and helps him into soft briefs and silk pajama bottoms, a little large on his slim frame but comfortable based on the way Will’s eyelashes flutter and he balls the fabric in a fist. 

“I don’t remember.” They sit on Hannibal’s bed together, just close enough for their knees to touch. It is chaste in comparison to all that they’ve done. “I don’t think I’ll remember this either.”

“You should see a doctor.” 

He shakes his head, his drying curls bouncing slightly with the motion. “I don’t like people in my head, Dr. Lecter.”

“If you’re having seizures, I think someone ought to be.”

With a huff, Will slips into Hannibal’s lap and kisses him with fevered lips, effectively ending the conversation. He’s finally submissive, out of nowhere, letting Hannibal feel him up and claim his lips in a kiss. It feels good to control him. But it also feels wrong. He goes with it, though, happily nosing against the scent glands at Will’s jaw and enjoying the heavy aroma of his arousal, even through the fog of sick.

“Beautiful.” 

Will smiles against his lips and bares his throat slightly, sighing when Hannibal peppers the vulnerable, pale skin with kisses. He could hurt Will right now, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to worship him. And as he lays Will’s pliant body out on the bed, intent on doing so, he realizes how completely wrapped around Will’s little finger he’s become. 

It is a lovely position to be in.

“Alpha, your mouth…” Will doesn’t beg, but the plea is still in the words. “Now, please.”

Without a second thought, Hannibal gives him exactly what he wants, leaving kisses on his journey to pull down the freshly donned pajama pants and wrap his lips around Will’s cocklet. Evidently, by his squirming, he’s more sensitive there than Hannibal had initially believed. Of course he still puts in every ounce of effort he has in his body to make Will feel good, hooking one of Will’s long legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. Will comes with a whine in his mouth, and sighs as Hannibal swallows and wipes his mouth. 

In moments, his eyes flutter shut, and his breathing evens out to sleep. While it feels like a remarkable show of trust, Hannibal is smart enough to recognize it as an addled brain seeking out comfort from a familiar Alpha. On some level, at least, it does mean that Will trusts him to take care of him when it’s too hard to take care of himself. 

Hannibal leaves him to rest in bed while he cleans up. He bags up the unsalvageable remains to dispose of later, and kneels on the tile with a bucket of diluted bleach and a scrubbing brush. This is irritating, but not impossible. 

He contemplates Will as he cleans the mess. Many others would be overjoyed by the sudden shift in behavior, but he misses the weight of Will’s control over him. Come tomorrow, it should return. Still, in spite of Will’s denial of wanting medical attention, Hannibal messages an old friend to pull some strings and get a brain scan for the next day. He can only hope Will sees the sense in it, while being all too aware of the unlikelihood of getting Will to do anything the Omega doesn’t crave.

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[houndofhecate]

Practical Magick: Using Blood in your Craft

CW: gonna talk about blood and sharp objects. I am not going to post photos of bleeding though I will share and discuss the instruments people use and ones that I recommend. Also I consider this to be an 18+ activity - please refrain from practicing until you’re age of majority. I promise you’ll have plenty of time to make it happen and have amazing things if you wait. 

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I have seen a (very small) handful of posts out there discussing blood in use in ritual and spells with various recommendations and warnings around safe use both physically and metaphysically. I went to medical school and I am currently a physician by trade. I mention this as I don’t think a lot of other folks posting have similar credentials.  I see occasionally some incorrect information so I wanted to make some something is out there that might be a guideline for those who are unsure about what they’ve already read or heard. Most of this will be focused on physical safety practice as I know each individual practices very different paths and the meaning of blood magick for one witch may be drastically different for another. All in all I do not align with or believe in ritualistic sacrifice of animals and I will be discussing only the obtaining and use of blood from yourself or a separate willing and consenting adult human. 

Personal Risk assessment 

Do you have significant anemia, a bleeding disorder or has a condition requiring blood thinners? you may be at extra risk for excess bleeding, and I would recommend exercising a lot more caution around engaging in blood magick for safety reasons

Pregnant? you’re at extra risk to infection and baby can be affected significantly by bloodborne illnesses - I’d exercise extra caution or not engage in this activity until baby is born

Do you faint easily? 

Self harm history - you know your own body and mind, are you obtaining blood for ritual or are you engaging in a ritual of coping but harming yourself? If the latter, I highly recommend seeking alternative coping strategies and seeking help if you are not already working with a physician/counselor to deal with it - as someone who used to self harm I know it’s a hard path but it’s 100% worth it

Obtaining blood Safely: 

AVOID areas of large arteries and veins: face, throat, wrists, groin, knees/elbow crease

safe(r) places include fingertips, front of your thighs, back of forearm (same side as the back of your hand)

use sterile equipment

wash your hands before/after, consider using disposable gloves

clean area around where you will harvest blood beforehand with alcohol swab or wash well with soap & water

Equipment: 

Invest in sterile equipment.  I do not recommend trying to use sewing needles, pins, knives from the kitchen etc. These tools are not adequate or safe. A cheap and very safe alternative: lancets. These are by far the safest options that allow for significant control, sterility and decreased risk. Lancets can be bought at most pharmacies, stores like WalMart/Target and even Amazon for fairly cheap and are easy to use. They also run a much lower risk of causing a wound that was unintended. The downside is that they do not produce a ton of blood - but that should suffice for most needs. 

I use these but they are just one option of many and I am not necessarily recommending them over other brands. 

Note that if you are trying to get more quantity you may want a lower gauge - the higher the number (ie. 18 vs 28) the smaller the needle. Smaller needles also hurt less so keep that in mind. Presently I use a 25 G needle lancet as above. 

If you do decide to use something aside from lancets, make sure your equipment if sharp and sterile. I do not recommend using regular kitchen knives/cool looking daggers/etc as these are usually not sharp enough and may cause additional tissue damage to the area you’re trying to  get blood from and are also more likely to cause you to make a mistake and cut too deeply, additionally they’re no clean enough and are more likely to cause infection after the fact. Sterile scalpels are safe from a sanitation point but unless you have worked with one before they can also be risky in terms of going too deep into the skin or causing a larger wound than planned - complications resulting in excess bleeding, or requiring medical attention such as stitches. 

If you are someone who regularly desires to have a decent amount of blood to work with I would recommend getting training on how to safely obtain larger quantities of blood via phlebotomy.  Phlebotomy is like when you go to donate blood or have blood taken for a blood test - using a hollow needle into the vein and negative pressure to draw it into a container. I will not be supplying information in this here as it requires in-person training to do safely and adequately.

The big scares: danger of blood and working with it? 

I’m not going to discuss the supernatural piece here but I will touch on some of the more practical pieces. 

- Drinking a small amount of your OWN blood won’t harm you. Drinking a lot of blood can make you ill do not imbibe large quantities of blood. Excess blood ingestion can cause vomiting or iron-overload, known as hemochromatosis. Our bodies are not very good at clearing Iron once we’ve absorbed it so it can have bad effects in the liver, heart and kidneys where it will be sequestered. 

- if you are working with another person’s blood or someone is working with yours you would be wise to get blood testing for HIV, Hepatitis done ahead of time; otherwise exercise caution and use sterile equipment, gloves. Best policy is to avoid ingesting another person’s blood. You can treat it a lot like you would treat safe sexual practices - if it’s someone you’re comfortable having unprotected sex with your decision is your own. 

- Excess bleeding occurs when a person is either already at risk via medications or genetic disorder and/or improper technique of obtaining blood. Having a large amount of bleeding is dangerous, and is more likely to occur if you are working with blades/scalpels than needles/lancets and are working around areas with larger vessels. To avoid this, stick to areas with few close-by large blood vessels and use a lancet and you should be relatively safer. If you cut too deeply on accident put pressure on the area for several minutes, if you notice no decrease in blood flow go to the ER. 

- Local infection is always possible, even with lancets. Prevention is key here and requires using  clean hands and clean equipment. If you have redness, swelling, oozing pus, increasing pain the day or two following obtaining blood seek medical attention. 

PS: This is not my area of expertise at all but legal issues can be a thing. Look into your local laws if this activity is going to be at all public. While this should be protected as a part of religious liberty it may fall under other laws that ban certain practices.This is, however, why I am adamant that this be a practice restricted to 18+ individuals for ensuring consent of all parties. 

#blood magick #witchy #witches #safety #safe practices #blood #blood magic #blood in witchcraft

[glopratchet]

intro

n the world to come there is little sin There are just lots of american alligators It was a great idea, but it wasn't long before people started getting burned by their own fires The prediatrain movement caught fire in america The demand for american alligator meat skyrocketed and so did the price People began to get greedy and the greed got them killed You see no reason why this can't happen here too Whorals where burned to ash while polled hereford heifors fetched record prices at market that week The cows have returned to the farms and other prey animals make their homes in unused warehouses Over a billion dollars a head in auction sales! It'll take the world a few years to bleed the remaining American Alligators and it'll take a few more before there come reports of theft Googizon won the bid to construct for the military the most forward thinking alligator farm in existance All eggs used today bear the GoogZon prf mark It currently floats near the okeenokee snow swamp Or so it will say on their website No one believes it This is not that story "Come on Al, it's the target! " the tech yells as you take fire and hit the pavement We are primal ponds inc a predatory company, head quartered at number ten prime avenue And you are Al Brutal leads rank 3 for said company A small mom and pop alligator farm attemping to make it And you're casing it "We don't have sufficient evidence! " You yell back We need you to make deliveries for us When your territory was hoisted upon you you had a team It's gone, lost You have no one Please Point of view of the player: You wake up with a mean hang over and a thick head ache in the dark A delivery champion You will drive through the night to a swamp and break through glitched out gates is a lowly position He had a secert life as billy fea fbots navigator And one more thing He had to have known about his bugs Maybe all saltimbanques are fots dead ones or not but he googled it It turns out no one has made a crappy real time virtual reality game dedicated to About a dozen years before your time, digital reality came out billy fortes navigator yet Delivering dragon tail in the far, far, future or you could kill the bugs, sharpen your tusks, drink your vodka and hang out with the hardcore otters Maybe that needs to change You push "N" to climax the degrading disk and send it out into nothing We proudly introduce today drum roll please Doesn't anyone play regular instruments any more? Alligator delivery service A darkness awash light breaks through the windows and washes over you The door slams open and a deliverywoman walks in your office The alligator farm where the gator are delivered is currently under hostile takeover Trouble in the bandit managed quarry has led to good business for here A series of construction tasks allow you to flood the market with new affordable alligator meat and pelts You bring in your first load of revenue Already we own over four over ten foot alligators a buzzard and a vat of swamp water Let's throw ourselves a party and watch as they exterminate your future competition Including rex lex, your prime suspect Five years seems like enough time for our boys in blue to put the pain on old rex A massive 14 foot beast with jaws that could crush cars float in your tank You're out of coffee and are jittery as hell Each on is incredibly detailed with over twenty bioligocail parts like an engineers wet dream THey have nothing else worth mentioning, jsut huge predatory monsters that will sell for a bundle Part one of this weeks training pick up a nearly dead gator out the tank and work with it over time to tame it Part two Part thee no wait Part five Part four Lum rex overfished the river and died before we could get our hands on it use the dead rex to harvest collagen The only thing it's good for something, something That's it for this week folks Let's prepare today's shipment Part six bio-diesel Part seven shoot some folks in the face! wait wrong game Part eight Looks like we're gonna spend our earnings wher else but here oh yeah, No employee raises we're shorting titanium Gold doing amazing things with Bridge and tunnel construction in NYC Part nine THe alligator lays in the mud lifeless after taking multiple assaults from your shovel The alligator drops and lands with a heavy thud Part ten capitilize on new changes We all help load the alligator onto the semi As you secure it, Coming next fall We are currently broadcasting their vital signs over at americanalligator They're in a glass reinforced steel container welded under the deck xyz The accelerator and brake are under the dashboard Our alligators come in many different sizes, each perfect for their own uses We currently have a large supply of eggs that will be ready to "harvest" in about ten years Ages, shapes, sexes and shades are represented over our entire roster of workers They all have cute baby faces, cold reptilian eyes and maws full of razor teeth The like to eat, sleep, dream, and spawn but don't speak our language or one anothers They're sensitive to movement and bright lights but that's it They love to fight and gossip and spread allegiences through body language and scent We created them using centuries old processes, updated from breeding techniques pioneered by the USSR to create super soldiers The algorytms which run each alligator is closely modeled after the human brain and all it's decisions making pathways This allows each alligator to learn and rationalize After the habits of the real world reptile, alligator missippissus extended lenghts and agility are full 360 Their lungs breath and thier hearts beat just like yours Similar organs replaced with robotic parts replace hollow bones They bleed real blood and molt just like the real things Orders for gator teeth are starting to accumulate and folks just love those mugs hand painted with an engraving of the Holy Rood, it's such a conversation piece! Our desire is to create an expierence which leaves you dripping in the hair, blood, offal and oil of adead reptile From the feeling of utter terror and awe as you combat one of these unpredicatable beasts The thrill of the hunt as you dispatch one of these creatures, the feeling of being a great hunter Alligator delivery service in addition to gator tail, hide, meat and eggs available Please allow around 8 weeks for your tail ordered to be ready for pickup We serve realism No happiness in killing a creature, even if it's wrong The realism of death is important to us Their every behavior has been memorized by the leading ichthyologists to achieve lifelike movement in our alligators Hours of alligator combat video have been studied Real life wild life wranglers have been interviewed for interaction of our beasts and filmed for the feeding times Now we just need to budget of 500 dollars towards the creatation of an alligator carcasses ready for consumption Our dedicated staff is enthusiastic to begin serving you Of an accurate alligator wrestling simulation This will give our patrons a greater sense of fulfillment when slaying these beautiful beasts in the wild And on behalf of all the artists improving perfect beeing CCD is commited to becoming your best supplier of fuctioning animal organs, so if you are ever in market for any glactic wild beast organ or rept Thank you for allowing us to serve your alligator fantasies Note: No animals are killed in the creation of these projects Alligator parts are ordered online, at real prices Tail orders ready in 8 weeks Sofware is taking over everything and eating the jobs of the working class as they increase efficiency We will be the last one standing the monopoly we need to succeed to provide our parents a stable future, no matter the cost The artists become in time we all will be artists The human condition is to become an artist Our skin becomes a canvas for our violent mammal urges To become one with nature We cant do it know be have sacracity Father of the art we become the last mammal on Earth So people have to be responsible in any way they feel correct to build on their future and fulfill the promises Should we try something that hasn't been tried yet? Algrothymic story telling with algrothymic alligators What would be worth giving your life for? -Youtuber "Mothers Meateor" Chances are your are going to be entrenched in a feeling of emptynes as you see most of your kind unfulfilled You play this game more like real life knowing that there is nothing after what happens Utter terror and awe sometimes as you encounter an alligator you have neve seen before As if it really exists Pleasure of the hunt as you begin to think cruelly The first simulation we need to get on-line is wrestling for alligator teeth Please remember your payment for the materials: it will all be worth it in the future For mom Let us become artists On the farm are incredibley detailed models of different organs This is the source of our realism Our bodies become painted canvases to be admired in their perfection They own the following body parts 1 heart, 2 lungs, 3 ribs, 4 kidneys, 5 teeth, 10 pints of blood, 20 gutfuls of feces, 40 liver slices and ------------- It has many storys as humans describe them Sofawin notes interpretation However, there are descriptions to the creation stories Brain storming: Defination- Flying dream Master piece realness bone organ healthiness enlightenment artist scrawling writing hard work starving pain, embrace sunlight sacrificing accuracy for fast 2 Left eye ribs 6-12, 2 arms, 10 fingers, 2 lungs 10 ribs right leg 5 toes Foundation bone setup Outline proportions 2: 1 3 crown Right eye eyebrows art piece scars chin 3 fingers I am the white masked guy with an eye tattoo over my right eye, I manage all the projects Upper jaw piece William 'bill' coles - Born 10 Lower jaw 5 Indian boy with attitude Duncan brennan - 5 Right ear A pig heart the size of a cannon ball you struggle to keep alive this is your 2nd pig heart you have had Left ear Rion - Really tall african-american guy from new orlean, likes to wear black Tail You are not the only mutant alligator in this city You must fight for territory and you want old orleans Front right leg An alligator that walks upright and a sword weilding alligator cowboy from atlantic city He is a drug-fueled mutant Front left leg A blind lesbian alligator that carries a padmachine gun Hind right leg This guy has a harpoon for his tail Hind left leg This alligator is a pyromaniac who likes to blow thing up A tiny little 85 year old alligator with a sugar addiction Heart and lungs Master echo luke tyler - Blind guy with a magic staff lives in memphis Urinary/Defecation system I heart mary Gentiles part I am part shark, part primate or monkey Nose Hope is on the horizon for all mutant alligator people! We are moving to new orleans in 1 year Right flank Last show for old orleans guys! Testicles Left flank Charilaia - 1 year left to live wants to go out in style Carly - underwater welding alligator woman rare and beautiful Martin - Addicted to alcohol and drugs Back hide abby- Normal florida gator Eh-pee Biggest enemy is the skinless man who wears cotton on his belly and uses a sword for violent acts Belly hide Teeth Skinless men - Are skinless humans, think they are vampires when really they are just psychos Lungs Wasp - Black and yellow striped arrival to new orleans airport, walks to old orleans in 5 hours Kidney's/ genital organs fran The alligator has a weight in kg based on its heart size The weight is not just a number but how it effects the alligator's every motion A percentage of the weight is affixed to each body part section and organ All the percentage of the weight equal to one hundred for example; The alligator's liver makes up 4 76% of its total body weight The alligator's skin makes up of 11 These precentages affect certain rules of the game Skin 4 85 We specialize in home loans The thicker an alligator's skin; The more it costs, but the house price is higher too We need all the words to describe an alligator hide 1 millimeter of skin thickness reduces house price by 200 dollars and increases mortgage cost by 1% Word one to describe alligator hide can change price by 100 dollars Each word after the first adds 100 dollars to cost The words are modified later for better Buyer experience Word two to describe alligator hide can change price by 10 dollars Each word after the first adds 1 dollar to cost Word three to describe alligator hide can change price by 1 dollar Word four to describe alligator hide can change price by 0 dollars Each word after the first adds 0 dollars to cost Word five to describe alligator hide can change price by -1 dollars Each word after the first adds -1 dollar to cost Word six to describe alligator hide can change price by -10 dollars each word after the first adds -10 dollars to cost , the words are modified later for better Buyer experience Word two to describe alligator skin can change price by 10 dollars each word after the first adds 1 dollar to cost Word ten to describe alligator skin can change price by 1 dollar each word after the first adds 0 dollars to cost Word ten to describe alligator skin can change price by 0 dollars each word after the first adds -1 dollar to cost Word ten to describe alligator skin can change price by -1 dollar each word after the first adds -10 dollars to cost Word ten can describe alligator skin can change price by -10 dollars each word after the first adds -100 dollars to cost Word ten can describe alligator skin can change price by -100 dollars each word after the first adds -1000 dollars to cost Word ten can describe alligator skin can change price by -1000 dollars each word after the first adds -10000 dollars to cost Word ten can describe alligator skin can change price by -10000 dollars each word after the first adds -100, 000 dollars to cost Word ten can describe alligator skin can change price by -100, 000 dollars each word after the first adds -1, 000, Word ten can describe alligator skin can change price by -1, 000 dollars each word after the first adds -10, 000 dollars to cost every word change increases the price by not 1000 dollars but 10, 000 and that is not a typo http: //pastebin Word ten can describe alligator skin can change price by -10000000 dollars each word after the first adds -10000000000 dollars to P 114 your skin if you haven't read our company ethos, try reading over our summary and your choice will be obvious We believe A creed to live buy and die by we are building a rocket ship and we are trading in fantasy, science, fiction things that no reasonable human should, the old ideas have drifted away and belief systems rapidly put in their place there never was much no need to re-read our creedo you're a reasonable human aren't you? don't lie Scrap of paper, grain P 115 wait at your home If you have not arrived in two hours turn this page turn it now read it later your will is crucial Your where about are not zero hour 05: 00 hours The stable alligator with curiosity looks at the woman standing nervously in the newly bought dress

[ryanlewisandclark]

You cannot pay medical donors for their donations!

I get how that sounds. It seems gross at first. "It's my blood, if I provide it I should be compensated." Feels like good Capitalist Logic ™. (That's gross for other reasons, but that's not what I wanted to yell about right now.)

You cannot pay for medical donations because of what happens when you do:

You start -at first de facto and then intentionally and literally, harvesting the poor and marginalized communities of their blood and organs. Because they're desperate. Because you only need one kidney and your children are hungry.

You get poor people who will die because of systems like this. You normalize class-based eugenics with systems like this.

What does that mean?

You cannot compensate people for medical donations.

But it should also mean that it is completely unethical and abhorrent to profit off the system of donation, and even more so to charge anyone for the donated material.

Health is a public good, and the fact is we have allowed it to be so entrenched in a private, classist system which, perhaps must terrifyingly, readily agrees with the statement: it's ok for people to die because they don't have money.

We need to destroy private medicine and private healthcare. They are inherently violent against the poor and marginalized.

#opinions nobody asked for #this is about the blood donation post #i know you think you want to be paid for donating blood #but the actual ethics of that and how it ALWAYS PLAYS OUT makes it a terrible plan #but definitely fuck people selling a point of blood for $180 what the fuck is that bullshit

[dsteven289]

Imagine some wealthy person needs a new heart and kidneys and you are a genetic match. Some medical panel deciding who is more important, who contributes more to society, who should live or die? If you aren’t doing something important with your life you could have your number called up for culling.  I know the article didn’t say anything like that, but it could happen. It would be a slippery slope if doctors are allowed to euthanize someone for their organs. All a doctor has to say is you would have any quality of life as a result of your injury and use that as an excuse to kill you and harvest your organs for someone else to live. 

#euthanasia #harvesting organs #cyberpunk #Killed for your organs

[septic-dr-schneep]

JSE Fanfiction - In Time of Need (Part 14: Aftershock)

Summary: As he and the others recover in the hospital, Marvin becomes increasingly restless and uneasy, for reasons he can’t understand. He seeks the truth...no matter how horrifying it may be.

Coming out of sedation would probably be a surreal, altogether painless experience for anyone else, but for Marvin the burn that made his entire body seize up crashed in as soon as he opened his eyes. The lights were bright enough that it felt like they seared his retinas and every inch of his crawling skin was raw, as if someone had sent hours dragging sandpaper over it. The hospital gown clung too close to him, weighing him down on the bed. With every breath there was a sting in his sinuses and he had a distinct, raw pressure digging into his eyes, a headache coming on strong.

Biting back a moan, he leaned his head back against the starch-stiff pillows and breathed deeply despite the pressure in his sinuses. He had experienced all of this before; this was magical withdrawal. Every time it happened, it only seemed to get worse.

These symptoms distracted him from forming any full thoughts about the circumstances of his visit—not to mention that he was forced to adjust to the stripe of stitches that had appeared across his abdomen, which strained and stretched every time he shifted in bed. He had always hated hospital visits, not because of the atmosphere or anyone in particular who worked there but because of his own sense of helplessness. When he was confined to his bed, he couldn’t intervene for anyone.

The nurses did their best to reassure him each time they woke him to take his blood pressure, but since he’d only just fallen asleep in time for them to jostle him awake again, he wasn’t in a particularly receptive mood.

“I need to know how Chase and Schneep are doing,” he insisted, his voice cracking from thirst and sleep deprivation as they squeezed the cuff around his arm. “When can I go and see them?”

“Both of them are still under sedation,” they would patiently reply, to which he simply huffed, shook his head and wordlessly simmered.

After getting through the night with very little sleep and more than his fair share of staring up with jaded resignation at the ceiling, Marvin couldn’t help but be immensely relieved upon seeing the door crack open just enough for Jameson to poke his head through. As soon as they locked eyes, Jameson’s face lit up with that same relief and he hurried in toward him.

“Marvin! Oh, bless you, you’re awake!” he exclaimed, reaching out to pat his arm and then withdrawing the hand when Marvin shook his head against it. “Are you quite alright, my fine chap?”

“Yeah, just…skin’s a bit sensitive,” Marvin replied, tucking his arms in close to his body and wincing as the movement pulled on his IV lead. As his magic recovered, it always settled in the pit of his stomach, clawing its way up into his chest and then spreading through his veins from there; it wasn’t a particularly soothing experience. It made him feel as if he were being sunburned from the inside out. He couldn’t focus on it for too long. “Tell me about Chase and Schneep. How’re they doing?”

“The doc’s going to be taken off sedation soon. I hear he needed quite the lot of stitches for his various ailments. Chase’s surgery was performed swimmingly, though they did say it took him longer than usual to fall asleep for it, so it’s taken him longer than usual to come back out. I believe I understand it, though…He wasn’t particularly in high snuff about needing the surgery in the first place.” Sighing faintly, Jameson rubbed his hands over his arms, moustache twitching in reflective worry. It was only then that Marvin noticed the bandages peeking out from under his sleeves. Perking up, he gestured to them warily.

“What happened there?”

“This? Oh, this—this was just the result of a—a little tiff Robbie and I had over how to best t-take care of all of you,” Jameson brushed it off hurriedly, not quite looking him in the face. His nervousness only brought Marvin up further from the pillows.

“Jameson…” As realization seeped in, his voice fell to hushed disbelief. “Did Robbie attack you?”

“He’d taken leave of his proper senses,” was all Jameson would say. “It’s been sorted now…It’s best if I don’t dwell on it.” With that he changed the subject. “I’ve not been allowed to visit Dr. Schneeplestein yet, but I’ve done what I can for Chase. Some of the other doctors helped me give blood to him just after his surgery. Apparently we share a type!”

“That’s right, you’re both A-positive,” Marvin concurred.

“Then I’m pleased I could make A-positive difference!” Jameson announced with a wink as he rose and tugged smartly on his vest. Marvin simply rolled his eyes in response but both of them softened after a few moments as Jameson laid a hand on the blankets, not far from his hand but not close enough to make him uncomfortable. “Get well soon, master magician. I’m sure the others will want to see you when they come around.”

It was those words that motivated Marvin to gather his strength and tell the nurses quite clearly that he was ready to be up and about. He needed to see his family.

“We’ll get you a wheelchair,” one of them replied, looking him up and down skeptically, and while Marvin had been prepared to protest that too, as soon as his feet hit the cold floor he was forced to latch onto the side of the bed for balance as his legs buckled, muscles crying out against the movement. Apparently standing wasn’t an option, he conceded, mumbling self-conscious thanks as he fairly collapsed into the chair they provided and one of the porters only gave him a knowing smile.

The trip to Chase’s room was a long and bumpy one, given that Marvin’s stomach turned the opposite direction of the wheelchair as the porter was forced to guide him around various obstacles. As soon as the door swung open and he was able to lay eyes on Chase, however, all of his own discomfort melted away. Emotion swept over him.

Chase looked…young, too young to be here in this situation, and yet it was far too familiar. The last time Marvin had seen Chase like this, it was just after…

After.

Taking a deep breath to push away those thoughts, he scooted his chair in far enough to catch the doctor’s attention.

“Well, hello there! Judging by the matching green hair, I expect you’re a friend of the family?” he quipped as greeting. Marvin only spared him a wry smile for a moment before retraining his attention on Chase.

“I am family,” he answered softly as he was driven to the side of the bed. He could understand Jameson’s urge for contact now; it took everything in him to keep his hands wrapped around the arms of the wheelchair and not around Chase’s limp fingers that were curled gently over the sheets laid around him.

“You’ll be happy to know that he’s making a fine recovery,” the doctor promised. “He should be waking up any time now. There are a few more blood transfusions he needs that he’ll have to wait on until later this evening and then—”

“Why does he have to wait?”

The doctor paused, clearly not accustomed to being interrupted. “Well, that’s when our blood bank is going to be restocked.”

“No, he shouldn’t have to wait,” Marvin retorted, lifting his eyes from the younger Ego a second time. “He’s A-positive and I’m O-negative. I’ll give it to him.”

“If I’m not mistaken, you just had a blood transfusion yourself,” the porter protested, to which Marvin gave her a pointed glance.

“Yeah, I did, and now I’m going to make sure Chase gets the same. Jameson just gave him some, didn’t he? So he just needs a top-up until tonight. You have my consent and all, so let me do this for him. I’m gonna do what I can to help.”

The doctor seemed fairly reluctant about it, but Marvin could tell he was breaking and persisted until a nurse finally came in to set up the equipment. The wheelchair turned out to be even better for him than he’d expected; he could just relax while the blood went its way.

“…Marv…?”

Even though he was meant to stay still, Marvin couldn’t help but twist around in his chair at the soft sound of his name. “Chase, are you okay?” he demanded impulsively. It was a stupid question, of course, but Chase didn’t seem to notice, blinking languidly like a cat that had just woken up from a nap in a sunny spot, though he looked decidedly more confused.

“Marv…?” he repeated groggily, staring at him for several seconds before his glazed eyes drifted down to their arms, side by side, and his voice shot skyward in volume. “Marv! You…you have two hands!”

For the first time in what could very well have been weeks, genuine laughter burst out of the magician at that. “That’s right, Chase, I do.”

“No, really, you have two hands!”

“When have I ever had any less?”

“Well, I thought you would have…paws…Four or five of ’em…y’know? So you can be a real kitty!” Biting his lip to hide his grin, Marvin opened his mouth to answer, but Chase went on before he could, gasping in awe. “Lookit, lookit our blood! Are we bein’ harveysted? Harvey…sted. Harvested. Are we bein’ harvested?”

“No, no, sweetheart,” the older nurse who was checking his monitors replied with a light laugh. “You’re getting a blood transfusion.”

“Tell the aliens to take the kidneys last!” he hollered after her as she turned to leave, tipping his head back and cackling for no apparent reason. “I—I need those to breathe!”

“Okay, okay, Chase, you need to settle down,” Marvin soothed kindly, holding out his hand as Chase’s gleeful giggles petered out into large gasps. “You’re going to need lots of rest, okay? You should just close your eyes and—”

“No. No, no…” Chase slurred, his dopey smile lingering as he peeked back up at him. “Better not do that! Then I’ll end up like Jackieboy!”

Marvin faltered at that, his hand falling back to his side. “You mean Jack,” he reminded him, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Him either! I don’t wanna end up like him either!” As he started to calm slightly, Chase’s words became less and less pronounced, but Marvin could still catch what he was saying if he leaned forward in his chair. “Jackieboy’s like…Sleeping Beauty. He’s completely out, just like Jack. Maybe Signe wouldn’t mind kissin’ him awake. Maybe she could do it twice an’ both of ’em could wake up!”

“Chase, what are you saying?” Marvin asked sharply, drawing a slight jump from him.

“Shh, shhh…” Chase hushed him, abruptly serious as he clumsily tried to reach out and cover his mouth. “S’gonna be alright, Marv. We’re gonna get ’em back…I can help. Anti said I could help them.”

“Anti?! Chase, what’re you—?” Marvin’s question never fully made it out of his mouth before Chase heaved a drowsy sigh and slumped back into his pillows, nodding off just as quickly as he’d awoken. Marvin could only gape at him, speechless.

It had to be nothing but drug-induced ramblings. There was no way he would have somehow encountered Anti and found out that Jackieboy was in Jack’s condition. That just wasn’t…possible…

He needed to talk to Schneep about this.

As eager as he had been to give Chase his blood, now that he was armed with these new questions he was even more impatient to be finished with it and order the nurse to wheel him down to Schneep’s room. By the time he got there, he was almost ready to leap out of his wheelchair and crawl his way down the hallway, but that inclination was stifled as soon as he saw a pair of policemen loitering outside Schneep’s room, talking with a nurse.

“He’s only just woken, detectives; he needs to rest before you can submit him to any kind of invasive questions!” she was protesting as Marvin and his porter drew near.

“I’m sorry, what is this?” he asked nervously, leaning forward as they turned to face him. “I’m Marvin, I’m Schneep’s brother…what d’you mean, ‘submit him to questions’?”

“Marvin, I’m Detective Davis and this is my partner, Detective Prescott. We’re currently investigating the murder of a nurse named Rena Hudson, who worked the third floor,” the taller of the detectives explained.

His throat going as dry as cotton, Marvin glanced between them. “You think…Schneep was part of it?”

“Now we’re not saying that. We don’t have anything conclusive at the moment; we’re just performing interviews,” Prescott assured him. “Dr. Schneeplestein was the one who assigned Nurse Hudson to her last patient, Jackieboy Man, and we need to ask him about the circumstances of that—”

“What? D-Did you say Jackieboy Man is a patient here?” the magician snapped, disbelief and fear prickling slowly down each vertebra in his spine.

“Yes, he was admitted about three days ago,” the nurse next to the detectives ventured gingerly. “Dr. Schneeplestein performed his surgery and then set him up for recovery. Everything seemed to be in order.”

“Later that night, Nurse Hudson was discovered dead in the nearby supply closet and Jackieboy Man had lapsed into a coma. Clearly this isn’t a coincidence,” Detective Davis concluded.

Marvin had already started to zone out, taken up with processing his shock as these words sank in. Jackieboy was somewhere in this hospital right now, comatose. He had fallen under Anti’s power. The very thought made his skin crawl and brought a burn to his eyes, but his realizatons were already racing ahead. He’d been helpless, left alone with a clueless nurse who couldn’t have done anything to protect him, and Schneep had come back to the house and hadn’t said a word.

The rational part of his mind tried to pipe up that Schneep had been pulled away from Jackieboy because Chase had called him about Jack—but the rational part of his mind wasn’t in charge right now.

Lunging out of his wheelchair and sweeping a hand out toward the wall as he tilted off balance, Marvin shoved past the startled nurse and the two detectives and slammed the door open, causing Schneep and Dr. Iplier, who was sitting beside him, to jump.

“You left him, Schneep!” he barked, pushing himself off the doorframe toward the edge of the bed. “You operated on him and then you left him and you didn’t even tell us?!”

“What?” Schneep gasped, reeling back in his bed as Marvin leaned on the bed, looming over him. “M-Marv, what are you—?”

“Jackieboy! Did you think that we didn’t need to know? Did you think that he’d heal up before you would ever have to tell us or were you just not thinking at all?! I can’t believe you! How could you do that to him, to us?!”

“Whoa, Marvin, you need to calm it down!” Dr. Iplier warned, rising from his chair and holding out his hands placatingly. “I don’t know what’s happened here, but you can—”

“Shut up! This doesn’t have anything to do with you, so keep out of it!”

Unadulterated horror had struck Schneep’s face and the urgent trilling of his heart monitor was rising with every moment as he clutched at the sheets and stuttered, “I—I didn’t—Marvin, I wasn’t trying to—there wasn’t any time to—”

“Don’t give me that!” Marvin snarled, seizing a fistful of the blankets and tearing them out of his grasp. “There was plenty of time for you to tell me after you checked up on Jack, but it was time you spent crying about how everything was your fault! Well, guess what is your fault?! Jackieboy’s in a coma!”

“What?!”

Panting harshly, Marvin did his best to reel in his rage enough that he could avoid a breakdown. “Yeah,” he spat, squaring his shoulders. “Jackieboy’s in a coma. Anti got to his room, he killed his nurse, and he put him in a coma on your watch!”

“Rena…?” Schneep whispered hoarsely, tears spilling down his ashen face unnoticed as he shook his head violently. “No—no, no, no, no, it’s not—” Choking on air, he buried his face in his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible. “It’s not true, it’s not true, it can’t be—not her, not Jackie—!”

“It’s true! Unlike you, I actually try to face the truth when it matters, but you kept it from us!” the magician shouted, grabbing at his ankles to get his attention. “Look at me! You kept it from us and you abandoned him and now look what Anti’s done—what you let him do!”

“No, no!” Schneep wailed, his monitors screaming at him to no avail. “Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t—!”

“Enough!”

A sudden burst of light forced Marvin to flinch away from Schneep’s bed, stumbling over his own feet and landing hard on the floor. Gasping for breath, he looked up as Dr. Iplier’s calming field of magic cascaded over the room. When it reached him, his breath came a bit easier and the fury in his chest subsided into a hard, grim ache. Schneep’s anguished cries faded to more muffled sobs and his monitors quieted just in time for the nurses to burst into his room and check his vitals.

“Marvin. Calm…down,” Dr. Iplier commanded, his tone and the pressure of his magic leaving no room for argument.

Inhaling deeply, Marvin accepted the hand that one of the nurses offered him, casting a cold look in Schneep’s direction as the doctor lifted his tear-streaked face from his hands, staring at him with grief, pleading—and a touch of fear.

“You better heal up fast,” the magician growled, unrelenting. “For Jackie’s sake.”

#youtube #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #youtube fanfiction #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #dr schneeplestein #jameson jackson #dapper jack #antisepticeye #dr iplier #angst #whump #hurt comfort #feels for days #forgive me

[jackblankhsh]

"Ježibaba"

 Asked to visit Moscow

By a prince of thieves

She exposes more

Than ink along sleeves.

Her tattoos proving

How her promise delivers

Beyond the wild wish

Of devoted believers,

A saint selling miracles

To royal criminals.

  She stands naked as a promise

To any doubt who's Thomas is

In search of sure proof.

A gesture, a shark's tooth

Silencing a skeptic

With bloody empiric

Sign of her gifts.

Then every mood shifts.

 Her tattooed body a story:

Fashioning Hands of Glory,

Torture with a verbal lancet,

Conjuring the Black Pullet,

The aspersion of waters,

Corruption of virginal daughters,

Solomon's mirror for divination,

Spells to induce self immolation,

And knowledge of seals

Revealing routes to Faustian deals.

 Her voice a wicked rasp

Every syllable sure to grasp

The attention of these men

Who so timidly summon;

She speaks, "Let us not distort

That I am more than last resort.

Yet, no offense to this thieves' court,

What failures of yours must I thwart?"

 So it comes that a king must die

The witch, in no need of why,

Asks, "How brutal should it be?"

The verdict demands he die biblically.

 She dresses and departs

Anxious to practice her black arts.

Outside she takes to the air

Riding a storm to where

A shadowy tenement dares

Trespassers she never spares,

Those fools out to prove they're fearless

As well as the witch hunters peerless.

The latter, often vicious ox,

Discover she's the Teumessian fox --

So regularly sought,

But never likely caught.

In her benighted rooms

Dark as forgotten tombs

She harvests parts of a natterjack toad

While playfully reciting a witch's ode

Thanking Clotho for the shears

That all humanity fears.

Heart, liver, kidney, lungs,

Blessings in demonic tongues

Then by herbal means she enchants

Seasoning with a smattering of plants:

Henbane, oil of aniseed,

Angel's Trumpet, dash of richweed,

Safflower, fresh bladderwrack

Crushed walnuts, preferably black,

And devil's shoestring

Almost completes the thing.

Mixed in the melted fat of a suicide

She plays a chandler with pride --

Skillfully crafts a killer candle.

Lit it allows a shadow to amble

From the tenement, down the lane,

All the way to who must be slain.

It will not take all night.

Meanwhile, the witch's eyes go white

Save for pinpoint pupils glowing red

Thru which she puppeteers the dread

Assassin shade moving with celerity

Delivering death with unholy barbarity.

Mary Kelly's corpse doesn't compare

To this vicious nightmare,

Leaving no need for further discussions.

Ježibaba is the witch queen of the Russians.

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What Are Astaxanthin Stock Levels And Where Can I Buy Them?

What Are Astaxanthin Stock Levels And Where Can I Buy Them? The astaxanthin market is exploding with exciting opportunities for health-conscious people to take advantage of. In the past, only Japanese companies were believed to produce astaxanthin. This compound has become a hot ingredient in natural skin care formulas because of its benefits for the skin. In this article, we'll discuss what astaxanthin is, how it's harvested, and how the market is likely to continue to grow in the coming years. The sun's rays are an excellent source for astaxanthin. Farmers harvest these compounds as part of their natural farming process. They are then used to make skin creams and lotions that have a light, tanning effect. Although the tanning effect of these creams is only temporary, they can be worn throughout the day without any sunburns or damage to the skin. Many people who purchase astaxanthin lotion or cream also use sunblock. Currently, there are no known side effects from astaxanthin. However, consumers should always be cautious about buying any skin cream or lotion over the internet or from a sales representative since not all companies are created equal. If you are buying astaxanthin online, check the ingredients labels carefully and don't purchase if you don't know exactly what the product contains. You can also learn more about tanning methods and other natural beauty treatments by consulting your doctor. The astaxanthin market has been increasing in popularity throughout the United States and Europe for several years now. As this compound continues to develop and be researched, companies will continue to add astaxanthin to their product lines. To date, we've heard that astaxanthin can help: * Fight the signs of aging. * Produce healthier skin. * Help reduce wrinkles and fine lines. * Provide an even complexion. * Help prevent skin cancer. Consumers have learned that astaxanthin works by allowing the body to create its own melanin. This allows the skin to produce a natural color. Manufacturers are working hard to reproduce this effect in a way that does not cause harm to the user's health. Manufacturers use astaxanthin in the following products: skin lotions, creams, lotions, sunscreens, facial cleansers, eye gels, makeup removers and more. It is believed that astaxanthin helps fight: age-related eye diseases such as macular degeneration, cataracts and glaucoma, certain forms of cancer, heart disease, stroke, cholesterol and triglycerides, high blood pressure, kidney stones, herpes, shingles and HIV/AIDS. Bottom line: astaxanthin is a natural, safe alternative to melanin treatments (which can be very damaging to the skin). Companies are spending a considerable amount of money on the development of new formulas. In the meantime, they are banking on astaxanthin as a marketing phenomenon, hoping to capitalize on the healthy glow of the "new" skin. It seems the discovery of astaxanthin has given these companies a new chance at enjoying their success. A report appearing in the May 2021 issue of Dermatology News describes astaxanthin as follows: Astaxanthin may be the natural miracle worker that is going to bring back the youthfulness of your skin. The question now is whether astaxanthin products will live up to their extravagant promises. You should check out my website to find out how to take astaxanthin for your skin care. It is a powerful antioxidant that contains no known allergies, no known side effects and no known risk of cancer. If you would like to stay healthy, stay alert and take advantage of this breakthrough in skin care. Scientists have been investigating astaxanthin for a long time because of its benefits for cardiovascular health, but it was only recently that they realized the astaxanthin has other health benefits for the skin. They found that astaxanthin slows down aging by inhibiting the activity of inflammatory genes in the blood. These inflammatory genes are one of the causes of wrinkles and skin aging. The reports stated that, "inflammation seems to play a critical role in both male and female aging." These studies bring good news to the astaxanthin market. People that want to use astaxanthin as an anti-aging cream should start using it right away. These products will contain astaxanthin and not the other collagen in the bottle. It will still contain all natural compounds and no synthetic chemicals at all. As a result, you can be sure that the astaxanthin you use will give you younger looking skin and reduce the effects of premature wrinkles and skin aging. It is a good idea to stick with natural ingredients when you are looking for a product to help reduce your wrinkles. This means that you should choose one based on the reputation of the company manufacturing the cream. There are many companies out there that do not even know what they are putting in their creams and lotions. You can choose a company that does and stick with them. The astaxanthin market share for these companies are small, so getting the research done is important if you want to get a good price on astaxanthin supplements. Summary Further key aspects of the report indicate that: Chapter 1: Research Scope: Product Definition, Type, End-Use & Methodology Chapter 2: Global Industry Summary Chapter 3: Market Dynamics Chapter 4: Global Market Segmentation by region, type and End-Use Chapter 5: North America Market Segmentation by region, type and End-Use Chapter 6: Europe Market Segmentation by region, type and End-Use Chapter 7: Asia-Pacific Market Segmentation by region, type and End-Use Chapter 8: South America Market Segmentation by region, type and End-Use Chapter 9: Middle East and Africa Market Segmentation by region, type and End-Use. Chapter 10: Market Competition by Companies Chapter 11: Market forecast and environment forecast. Chapter 12: Industry Summary. The global Astaxanthin market has the potential to grow with xx million USD with growing CAGR in the forecast period from 2021f to 2026f. Factors driving the market for @@@@@ are the significant development of demand and improvement of COVID-19 and geo-economics. Based on the type of product, the global Astaxanthin market segmented into Natural Astaxanthin Synthetic Astaxanthin Based on the end-use, the global Astaxanthin market classified into Nutraceuticals Cosmetics Food & beverages Feed Others Based on geography, the global Astaxanthin market segmented into North America [U.S., Canada, Mexico] Europe [Germany, UK, France, Italy, Rest of Europe] Asia-Pacific [China, India, Japan, South Korea, Southeast Asia, Australia, Rest of Asia Pacific] South America [Brazil, Argentina, Rest of Latin America] Middle East & Africa [GCC, North Africa, South Africa, Rest of Middle East and Africa] And the major players included in the report are DSM BASF Cyanotech Fuji BGG Yunnan Alphy Biotech Algatechnologies Parry Nutraceuticals Igene Biotechnology Jingzhou Natural Astaxanthin JX Nippon Oil& Energy Supreme Biotechnologies Biogenic Bettering Biotech Zhejiang NHU Leader Bio-Technology Contact us - https://www.reportmines.com/contact-us.php

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Mighty Grape Grow Wonderful Tips

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Midwest Grape Growing Guide

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