#RBC is killing me
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Solidarity with indigenous land defenders
Did you know RBC is the top funder of fossil fuels in kkkanada and 5th in the world? Right now RBC is funding a pipeline on Indigenous land without consent. Indigenous justice is climate justice.
RCMP and RBC GET THE FUCK OFF THE YINTAH
Wet’suwet’en solidarity
#fossil fools day#land back#rcmp off the yintah#RBC off the yintah#no consent#kill the drill#stop funding fossil fuels#RBC is killing me#acab#1312#all cops are bastards#the system isn’t broken it was built this way
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I love how red blood cells also make lactic acid like the bacteria (which bacteria at work says bad bacteria don’t like) which means you guys should imagine a leukocyte holding up a red blood cell carrying some oxygen and going “I HAVE AN ERYTHROCYTE AND IM NOT AFRAID TO GIVE HER A SANDWICH”
#cells at work#hataraku saibou#lactobacillus posts#I’m sorry but all the ways RBCs kill bacteria make me go insane#strangle them to death. exhaust them to death. literally burn their cell wall off. eat a sandwich#and they deliver oxygen on top of that#insane
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QUIET LOVE, OH HOW IT SCREAMS
synopsis: "i'd never let anything happen to you, if i could help it."
a/n: GOD, i love doctor!au inukag. i did a lot of editing and revising for this, so it's a different beast from what it was when smutmas version came out. i'm not 100% happy with the ending, but i mean. if i did any more i had a feeling i would just ruin it instead of help it.
— 💓 —
“You’re going to love me,” Sango sing-songed, sliding into the seat next to Kagome’s.
Kagome grunted, massaging her temple. The bar wasn't too crowded, thankfully, but the noise level was high enough that she had to speak up to be heard. “Why? Did you kill the hospital director yet?”
“No,” Sango said primly; Onigumo Industries owned the hospital Kagome was a surgeon at, and Sango's father was vice president of one of the subsidiaries. “But,” she said, grasping her friend’s arm, “I kind of have a solution to your extended shift problem.”
“You mean the hospital is hiring another surgeon?” Kagome mumbled grumpily, knocking back her watered down whisky. The moisture that collected outside the glass splattered unto the bar when she slammed it down.
“No! A guy!”
Kagome stared at her best friend, first blankly, then sourly. “Sango, I love you and I know you only have my best interests at heart, but seriously? I barely have time to bathe Buyo. I don’t have time for a guy.”
“No, I mean like to fuck!” her friend said encouragingly. “It’s been rough the past few weeks. Maybe a good orgasm will fix you right up!"
Kagome's cheeks colored. "I don't—"
Sango wasn't having any of it. "Aw, come on! It's just some harmless fun. He’s right over there, by the booth—”
“Now?” Kagome said incredulously. “I’m in my scrubs. I have a stain on my shirt!”
“So? Is it a shit stain?”
“I’m not even going to correct you on how many hospital protocols I would’ve broken if it were a shit stain.”
“Lighten up, Kagome!” Sango insisted, jumping up from her chair and tugging at her friend's arm. “It’s Friday and you deserve to get laid. Come on.”
“It is a testament to our ten-year friendship that I am choosing to trust you,” Kagome said flatly, throwing a few bills on the counter to cover her drink. She called over the bartender before letting Sango pull her away.
“Hello, gentlemen,” Sango said brightly, then brandished her friend from behind her. “As promised, my lady doctor friend.”
“Hi,” the guy at the edge of the booth said, dark hair and bright, blue eyes. He was cute, Kagome could admit, if a little too... pedestrian, for her tastes. He extended a hand to shake. “I’m Kōga.”
“Kagome,” she introduced herself, taking his hand for a brief shake. He scooted over and motioned for her to sit next to him.
Sango had already settled into the side of a guy who had a short ponytail and earrings. “I’m Miroku,” that guy said.
She only just managed to land her butt on the leather seat of the booth, she felt a familiar vibration pattern in her pocket. Her emergency pattern.
Before Kōga—or Sango, for that matter—could utter a word, she’d straightened and fished out her phone. “Hospital. Gotta go.”
Without so much as a look back, she bolted.
—
“I’m here,” Kagome panted, running into the ER. "I'm here!"
“Doc!” Jinenji, one of the nurses on shift, called out, timidly holding a clipboard to his chest as he approached from the nurses' station. “I know you just got out—”
“It’s fine.” She waved away his concern. “What do you need?”
“We did a test for Nazuna, the one who had the appendectomy earlier today, and the results required a change in dosage,” he informed her, then turned sheepish when he continued, “I’m really sorry; her mother was getting… irate, and I couldn't get another physician—”
Kagome shook her head and let out a breath. “It’s okay, Jinenji; it's not your fault. Good thing I was nearby.” A bar two blocks away wasn't necessarily nearby, but Jinenji didn’t have to know that. She took the clipboard. "Nazuna... the one with anemia, right? Can we check if she needs a transfusion? Her RBC's looking pretty low..."
“Dr. Higurashi!” another nurse cried as soon as Jinenji took off with her advice. “Thank God you're here; I need you!”
Kagome sighed and got to work.
—
A few hours later, she yawned as she pushed back against the desk in the middle of the doctor's lounge, her chair screeching against the floor. "Oh my God," she groaned, exhausted.
“I hear Higurashi,” a gruff voice called a few hours later, and a light-haired head popped into the admin room doorway. Gold eyes peered at her with interest. “Hey. Isn’t your shift over? Why are you still here?”
Kagome stretched in her chair and rubbed her eye with the back of her hand. She smiled tiredly at Inuyasha, who regarded her with curious eyes. “Had to do something. You haven’t left yet?”
He strode into the room, hands in his pockets. He’d forgone his lab coat and scrubs, changing into jeans and a button-up shirt. “About to, yeah. Where'd you come from? Your house?”
She shook her head. “No, I was at the bar two blocks down. You know Shikon?”
Inuyasha smirked and jerked his head. “Come on. I’ll drive you back. Unless you wanna walk…?”
“Nah, you’re good,” she said, collecting her things and leaving the room. She fell into step next to him. “And excuse you, I had one drink.”
He opened the door to the stairwell and let her pass; the elevator to the parking was under repair. “Shikon’s for kids anyway. Why not head to, I don’t know, Totosai’s, or something?”
“I didn’t pick the place,” Kagome mumbled. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she fumbled for it, shoes echoing as they made their way down the cement steps.
“Oh? Were you out with friends, then?”
"Yeah." Kagome groaned, pausing in the middle of the stairwell, "And she’s fucking pissed at me.”
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, curious. He hopped back up a few steps to get back to her level and peered at her phone, eyes widening at the slew of texts she'd apparently ignored.
Sango 23:44
Is everything ok?
Sango 00:22
Kagome we’re still at the bar in case u wanna come back, I’m telling Koga ur coming back
Sango 00:28
Can u reply so i can give an update
Sango 01:18
Kagome PLS!! Trying to call u, pls answer
Sango 01:31
Koga left. He’s kinda pissed and I’m super embarrassed
Sango 01:56
Leaving too, it’s been 2 hours
Sango 02:03
Call me in the morning when I’m more important than your job
He whistled lowly. “She’s really mad, huh?”
“No, really? What gave that away?” Kagome said blankly, furiously typing back. Sorry, stuff at the hospital got hectic. Will make it up to you tomorrow. She sent the message and pocketed her phone, pressing a hand to her forehead. She took a deep breath before turning to climb back up the stairs.
“What’s up?”
“You go on ahead,” she said.
“What?" She could hear Inuyasha climb up after her. "Why?”
“I’m heading home,” she said, looking back at him. She lived on the other side of town, opposite the direction of Shikon.
Inuyasha put his hands in his pockets and looked at her like she was crazy. “Are you crazy? It’s two in the morning, Higurashi. I’ll drive you home."
She gaped. “Are you crazy? I live an hour away!”
“Traffic won’t be too bad,” he said with a shrug, not looking at her. “I don’t mind. Seriously.”
“But—”
He sighed and climbed further up the stairs until they were a step apart, his eyes meeting hers with barely a tilt of his head. “Kagome, seriously. You work too hard and give too much."
She rolled her eyes, "I'm fine—"
"Oh, come on," Inuyasha said, clearly exasperated. "Don’t think I hadn’t heard of you being wheeled out of the operating room after that cystectomy last week.”
She flushed at that. “I—How’d you know about that?”
“Jinenji’s very easy to manipulate.”
She gaped and lightly smacked his arm. “That’s mean! You know he’s scared of you.”
“He’s scared of a lot of things,” Inuyasha shot back. “And I would’ve known anyway.”
“How?”
“Kagome,” he said, one of his hands slipping out of his pocket to gently grasp her wrist. He raised it so it hovered in between their faces. “You’re shaking.”
Her hand twitched before her eyes, and she bit her lip. “I'm fine, I'm just tired—"
"Tired? But you're consistently taking 24-hour shifts?" He lowered her hand, but didn't let go of her wrist. "Come on, Kagome. Admit it; you're overworking yourself."
She sniffed. "I didn’t know you watched me so closely.” It was meant to corner him, but it came out feeble and shy.
He sighed and lowered their clasped hands. “Seriously, Kagome,” he mumbled as he, to her surprise, rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “You need to take care of yourself more.”
She looked down at his hand, watching as his thumb dragged tenderly over her skin.
Her relationship with Inuyasha was both surprisingly simple and terrifyingly complicated. They had met in medical school, when she was a sophomore and he was in his last year. They'd gone to different schools—rival schools—but they had a mutual friend who introduced them, thinking they’d be perfect for each other.
It couldn’t have gone more wrong.
She looked too much like his ex, he said, while she claimed that he was too big of an asshole. While they were both planning to eventually become surgeons, it seemed like the similarities stopped there. Whenever they managed to come across each other it was like they wanted to bite each other’s head off for the smallest of things—like breathing too loud, or walking too slow—until they discovered that they’d work together in the same hospital, in the same operating team.
They'd learned to deal with each other. At least until the day Kagome’s brother had been wheeled in into the ER.
Sōta had been shot.
Kagome had nearly lost her mind with worry, snapping at anyone who denied her access to her brother, until Inuyasha had to practically manhandle her to sit down on the couch in the physician’s lounge. He had talked her down, told her that he was handling the operation, he'd be the one to take care of her brother, but she needed to calm the fuck down, okay?
She'd grabbed his hand and made him promise to do everything—everything—he could.
He'd kissed her forehead, unbidden, and left the room. The shock of it was like the icing on the proverbial cake, rendering her speechless. It was too much all at once, and she ended up sleeping on the lounge couch. A few hours later, Inuyasha woke Kagome up and she bolted to see her brother.
Sōta had made it, albeit looking a little worse for wear. Her mother had screamed at the police on the phone, the angriest Kagome had ever seen her. Turned out Sōta had been shot by an unknown assailant after being mugged, and the man was still on the loose.
The police had found him eventually, Kagome had told Inuyasha when he asked, and she hadn't known anything beyond that. The other surgeon nodded, looking pensive. Kagome had realized she hadn’t thanked him yet, for all he’d done. She had suggested that she pick up his shifts in return.
He'd declined (surprisingly politely). Instead, he'd offered to pick up her shifts while she took a break. When she'd asked what for, all he said was, "To take care of your brother," and left it at that.
She'd thought he'd take one or two shifts, but he'd crossed her name out of the shift sheet for a total of three weeks, declaring that hanyōs didn't really need sleep, and therefore could take on more work. ("I'm the ideal ER doctor, if you think about it," he'd said.)
"Inuyasha," she said.
His thumb resumed its motions. "Hm?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked him.
That seemed to snap him out of whatever stupor he'd landed himself in, and he let go. She kind of missed it.
With a blush on his face, he scoffed and looked away. "I—You know, I pick up your shifts when you're out, you know? I—You shouldn't take—If you get sick, I'll have to take more shifts."
Awkward silence settled over them, and Kagome stepped down to stand closer to him. They were practically nose to nose, and Inuyasha's gold gaze met hers with an intensity that made her want to shiver.
"You're lying," she challenged boldly, and that made him scoff again, sounding completely offended this time around.
"Why would I lie?" he said with a roll of his eyes, turning away and stepping down.
Kagome was growing frustrated. She couldn't put into words what she wanted to tell him.
"You're always—" She shook her head. She was ready to yell, but she wasn't angry. Once upon a time, she would have snapped, called him a coward, and stomped past him. But gone was the pure loathing that defined the early stages of their relationship. So where did that leave them?
Where did that leave her?
He turned and looked back up at her. "Look. I can drive you home, and I—" He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Just get some rest, okay? You've had a long day. I can take your shift tomorrow, just... just get some rest."
The next thing she knew, she was watching his back as he climbed down the stairs, and that's when it dawned on her.
Her brother, her job, her wellbeing—why hadn't she realized sooner that—
"Inuyasha."
He paused and sighed, turning back to face her. "Kagome, just—"
Maybe it was the exhaustion, but the way he looked at her made her eyes prick with heat. She bounded towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shirt collar. "Thank you."
He was clearly taken aback, but managed to keep both of them upright. "Wh—For what—"
"For taking care of me," she mumbled. "That's what you're doing, right?"
She felt his body go rigid before relaxing. His arms slowly came around her middle. "Stupid girl," he murmured with so much affection it made her heart skip, "Only because you're doing a terrible job at it."
She sobbed. "I'm sorry for worrying you."
"It's okay."
"And I'm sorry for not noticing sooner," she sniffled. "I'm sorry for being a workaholic, and for being exhausted, and for crying."
His arms tightened just a bit. "It's okay."
"I'm sorry for being annoying about it."
His low laughter rumbled in his chest. "It's okay."
She hugged him tighter. "And I'm sorry I never thanked you for Sōta."
He lets out a breath and turn his head. "You don't have to apologize or thank me for that, Kagome," he told her gently. Pressing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, he continued, "Your family is important to you. I'd never let anything happen to them." Then, softer yet louder at the same time, "I'd never let anything happen to you, if I could help it."
That made her gut wrench and heart swell and it made her cry harder.
He held her close as she did.
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Cells At Work x Reader Headcannons
Their reaction to you giving them a flower
Characters: White blood cell, Red blood cell
💛❤️- read as romantic or platonic
WBC
- Really surprised that you gave him something
- Because not only do people think WBC’s are killing monsters, but he’s also never been given a gift before
- Blushes and tries to hide it by pulling his cap down to shadow his face
- Will put it in a plastic bag and keep it in one of his trusty pockets so no blood gets on it
- Keeps it
- There isn’t a time when he doesn’t have it
- A little disappointed when it starts to die, a bitter sweet feeling when he looks at it crumbling
- Will keep it in his bag though and will forever have its spot in his pocket ‘cause he’s never getting rid of it
RBC
- Her face lights up
- She may or may not have been lost at the time and ended up bumping into you
- So when you present a flower it was a mood booster
- Keeps it in her front vest pocket with it poking out a little
- Will show it to some of her friends such as WBC and is like “Look at what y/n got me! It’s so pretty!”
- Is sad when it starts to wilt so she might ask for you to find another to replace it
- Will keep the original though :)
#headcannons#x reader#cells at work#cells at work x reader#wbc x reader#rbc x reader#u-1146#u-1146 x reader#1146 x reader#u1146 x reader#ae-3803#ae-3803 x reader#3803 x reader#ae3803 x reader
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I want to have a little analysis of the White Blood Cells in Cells at Work. More so talking about the phobia that nonimmune cells have towards the immune cells, and how the Neutrophils are portrayed so differently from the other white blood cells.
Its really no secret that the Red Blood Cells are scared of the immune cells during battle, shit gets bloody and everybody is yelling all the time. But even out of battle when everybody is calm and nobody's in danger of getting hurt, there is still this group phobia towards the white blood cells.
A lot of background cells will be giving say U1146 dirty looks when he's just walking around or helping out AE3803. Then you get this image which really hits me.
You've got AE3803 and NT4201 riding relaxed together, another two RBC's seeming to talk with one another while one is letting a Platelet hold on to them, probably out of fear from the ride.
And then two more RBC's riding with a Neutrophil. It's not very big but you've got them using their Oxygen package as a barrier between them and the WBC and also not looking directly at him.
You've also got NT4201 being very open about her distaste towards WBC's, and U4989 crying over AE3803 caring about U1146, saying he didn't know any other cells cared about WBC's.
I mean hell they even touched on this subject in CAW WHITE, where they try to improve their image
Which this actually brings me back to my second point of this post, the Neutrophils are the only immune cells that change from calm to bloodthirsty at the drop of a hat. Macrophages remain calm while killing bacteria, while Killer T cells keep their aggressively masculine gym bro personas while beating the shit out of viruses. Not even Eosinophil or B cell have such a drastic personality change when fighting bacteria or viruses.
Neutrophils 99% of the time vs the moment their receptors go off
I really want to know the reasoning behind this, it has to be in their cell programing, perhaps it has something to do with them being the first responders whenever any antigen is detected? Its likely caused by the body needed to eliminate the anitgens as quickly as possible so the Neutrophils are made to go feral and attack any nearby germ.
it really doesn't help their already established bias against them, but it doesn't seem like they can control it.
ahh well I'm rambling.
#cells at work#hataraku saibou#cells at work white#these poor fucking cells can't catch no break#you've got fucking cell racism going on#they said these white boys are feral gremlins i don't wanna be near them#which the neutrophils aint doing much to help that
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Fic: “Fine By Me”
read on AO3
Fandom: Wendell & Wild (2022)
Rating: No Rating (between G-T rating)
Summary: Raúl hears a terrified scream in Sister Helley's classroom and comes running.
@flashfictionfridayofficial
One of the grandfather clocks bells, signaling noon.
Usually around this time, the nuns are flocking to the chapel for prayers before lunch. The hallways of RBC Girls go quiet. He turns into the hallway leading to the rooftop's stairs, and then hesitates.
"Kat!" Raúl yells, as terrified as the screaming. His pulse flies. "Kat!"
Bursting into the classroom, he spots Kat with one of her dark combat boots on Siobian's desk, and the other on her chair.
"GET IT! GET IT, GET IT!"
"N-no way," Raúl mumbles, hopping onto Sweetie's chair.
"OH COME ON, MAN!"
Kat starts to scream, more high-pitched, when the big, furry spider moves to the right. Its long legs twitch.
Raúl's stomach somersaults.
"Woah—what are you doing?" he blurts out, as Kat lights a match and throws it at the spider. "Kat, stop! Stop! You'll burn down the school!"
"FINE BY ME! THEN IT'LL KILL IT!"
Raúl braves an opportunity, leaping onto Sloane's desk and kicking over the other chair he was on. It clatters noisily. The spider notices this, crawling away, heading out a doorway.
"Are you gonna be okay?" Raúl asks, hopping down. He wipes off his sweat-dripping forehead. Ugh, that wasn't cool.
"I'm good here, yeah, yeah—" she says weakly.
"You sure?"
"Damn—do I gotta say it again or are you gonna shut up?"
He smilingly snorts, not the least bit offended, and Kat's frown disappears little by little when Raúl's hand stretches for hers.
Kat says she doesn't do friends.
Definitely prove her wrong.
#flash fiction friday#wendell and wild#wendell & wild#kat elliot#raul cocolotl#wendell and wild raul#kat and raul#raul and kat#canon trans character
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no love for ned is back on wlur tonight from 8pm until midnight. tune in live if you have a little spare time where we'll be continuing the new winter theme that debuted last week. each show will start off with a song that quotes lyrics from another songs. you can stream last week's show on mixcloud as we start with a very thorough example.
no love for ned on wlur – january 12th, 2024 from 8-10pm
artist // track // album // label
built to spill // you were right // keep it like a secret // warner bros.
superchunk // everybody dies // everybody dies 7" // merge
jj and the a’s // head in a vat // jj and the a’s ep // la vida es un mus discos
grrrl gang // cool girl // spunky! // kill rock stars
lupo cittá // one-two zero // lupo cittá // 12xu
the second wife // sold memories // tourist // potluck foundation
private life // keep it movin' // get me outta here cassette // open palm tapes
closet straights // brisbane // closet straights // cobra snake necktie
wagging // bent // my own private rodeo cassette // wagging industries
nancy sinatra // something pretty // keep walkin'- singles, demos and rarities 1965-1978 // light in the attic
starry eyes // n-n-n-nervous (acoustic) // starry eyes ep (expanded) // (self-released)
the lemonheads // seven out // fear of living 7" // fire
c-clamp // a stand still // meander and return // ohio gold
bob dylan // girl from the north country // live at budokan on march 1st, 1978 // legacy
landing // calmly // subscription series collection three cassette // vast arc hues
jason gerycz, jen powers and matthew j. rolin // activator // activator // 12xu
grover washington, jr. // joffure // live at the bijou // kudu
kiyoshi sugimoto // jones street // our time // nippon
eki shola // what is // kaeru // (self-released)
mick jenkins featuring jid // smoke break-dance // the patience // rbc
kool and the gang // fresh // emergency // de-lite
tsha featuring mafro // giving up // capricorn sun // ninja tune
devon cole // w.i.t.c.h. // 1-800-got-stress ep // arista
self esteem // you forever // prioritise pleasure // fiction
macie stewart // neon lights // neon lights digital single // full time hobby
puzzles y dragones // el final de mi felicidad // recuerdos de puzzles y dragones // el genio equivocado
herr wade featuring mark monnone // monnone alone t-shirt // monnone alone t-shirt ep // (self-released)
mo troper // love of my life (so far) // troper sings brion // lame-o
benji cossa // pickles // song service // serious business
becky and the politicians // go fish // play the early hits of cub cassette // girlsville
crabber // dogged by fortune // crabber crabber hey! // jigsaw
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On September 29, 2022, former RBC and Vedomosti journalist Oksana Goncharova struck her ex-common-law husband and father of her two youngest sons, Alexey Samusev, with scissors while defending herself. Several hours later, he died in intensive care. Goncharova has admitted to wounding Samusev, but maintains that it was a necessary act of self-defense. Since September 30, she’s been in a detention center in the Moscow region, awaiting a trial that could put her in prison for 15 years on charges of premeditated murder. Meanwhile, Alexey Samusev’s brother has filed a case to deprive Goncharova of her parental rights. Meduza spoke to the journalist’s oldest son, 23-year-old Pyotr Goncharov, about the family’s life before Alexey Samusev’s death and about how he’s trying to help his mother while simultaneously seeking custody of his younger brothers.
‘We had a wonderful home environment until Samusev came along’
My mother, my two younger brothers — Matvey and Arseniy — and I all lived together. Their father, the late Alexey Samusev, didn’t participate in family life at all. At first, he lived next door with his mother, Lyubov Samuseva — we were in apartment 41 and they were in apartment 40. Then they got an apartment in another district of Electrostal, and they moved there. But that didn’t stop him. Samusev constantly stalked and terrorized my mother. He was manic — it wasn’t love. He’d cut the wires for our lights and Internet service. Mom couldn’t work without the Internet, and Alexey knew that.
We couldn’t move, because mom was still paying off the mortgage at the time. It was only later that she received maternity capital benefits and paid it off. Before that, it wasn’t even possible for her to save money. And, by the way, Alexey Samusev owed her around 1,000,000 rubles ($12,939.96) in child support.
My mother worked all the time, sometimes even at night. You could say she almost never had a day off — there were constant articles, comments, and phone calls. She’d sleep for two or three hours, run errands and do chores, and take care of us. When mom didn’t have time, I helped her with the kids — picked them up from day care, took them out places. Mom loved her family, did everything for us. We did extracurricular activities and were in clubs, visited our hometown — both my mother and I were born in Mikhailovka, Volgograd region, and I lived there with my grandmother until I was 10 [before moving to live with my mother in Electrostal]. In Mikhailovka, in the countryside, the kids could relax, unwind — and so could my mother.
And the Samusevs… At first I socialized with Alexey’s mother. Not closely, but I went to their house. While things were still normal [between Goncharova and Samusev], my mother sometimes asked Mrs. Samuseva to watch me. I was 11 at the time, and my mother worked at Vedomosti. In 2019, when Arseniy came along, she switched to freelancing.
The Samusevs didn’t acknowledge Arseniy. His grandmother [Lyubov Samuseva] said that mom cheated on Alexey and he wasn’t the father. But Arseniy looked just like [Alexey] Samusev! Grandma only talked to Matvey (Editor’s note: Matvey is six years older than Arseniy). Whenever he’d been with her, he came back all worked up. She’d tell him: “Your mom is so bad, so terrible, she doesn’t take care of you” — when mom was both working and taking care of the kids as much as was humanly possible. She didn’t just halfway help Matvey with his homework — she gave him extra assignments so that he’d be ahead of the curriculum. She drew with him, helped him fill out his cursive workbook, and corrected his handwriting.
We had a quiet, wonderful home environment until Samusev came along and started terrorizing us all. Mom put up with it for a long time, and then tragedy struck.
‘They’re not allowed to talk about mom’
I don’t judge my mom, and I don’t think she’s to blame. [Before Alexey Samusev’s death], she wrote statements all the time, but the police refused to open a criminal case because “there was no crime.” “He didn’t kill you, did he?” they’d say. Of course, they could’ve put him in jail for 15 days — sometimes they even put him in jail for a day or two — but then what? He’d come back angry and start beating her again because mom “snitched.” He even used to beat his own mother when he was drunk and would trash their apartment. I’m not making this up — that’s just life. And that’s what it was like. Unfortunately, it all led to this.
When my mother was arrested, my brothers immediately moved in with their grandmother in the next apartment, and I started looking for a lawyer. At the time, I had no idea what to do, how to do it, or where to turn. I decided to write to my mother’s close friends and fellow journalists, who’d surely support her — and they did.
Everyday tasks weren’t so hard. I realized: if not mom, then who [would be responsible for everything]? Me. It was more that it knocked me out mentally. In those first weeks, I was exhausted, as if all my energy was expended on thinking. I was working, talking to the kids, trying to make sense of everything in my head.
And then Pyotr — Alexey Samusev’s brother —showed up on our doorstep. He lived with his mother and brother for a bit in that other apartment, working as a sales assistant at M.Video, I think. Then he got married. Mrs. Samuseva also pestered him and his wife, saying that she wasn’t a good match for him. He lost his patience with her and told her off, and he and his wife left for Anapa — this was in 2015 or 2016. Even though Pyotr is Arseniy and Matvey’s uncle, he wasn’t a part of their lives. He didn’t have any contact with them or even wish them happy birthday. And then the man suddenly shows up when we have a situation like this.
I wouldn’t have been given custody [because of my financial situation], and sending the kids to an orphanage wasn’t a great option. Pyotr taking them was the lesser of two evils. We agreed that everything would be fine, that he would take the kids for a while, and that I could talk with them, as Pyotr said, “so they wouldn’t forget that you’re their brother.”
Then this man sued to terminate mom’s parental rights — even before a verdict. Before that, in late 2022, he obtained [temporary] custody of Matvey and Arseniy very quickly — literally in two or three weeks [and took them to Anapa]. Yunis Digmar, [Goncharova’s lawyer in the parental-rights deprivation case], says this was completely unjustified. We filed a guardianship application and a lawsuit with the prosecutor’s office on February 27 to have them check whether the children’s transfer was legal, whether Pyotr went through guardianship training (which is required).
Before filing for termination of parental rights, Pyotr Samusev told me that I could no longer communicate with my brothers because Matvey’s a witness in the murder trial — he saw what happened and testified. Everything’s in the case file. Pyotr Samusev felt that I might “influence” Matvey. I immediately called Alexander Garanin [Goncharova’s lawyer in the murder case]. He said that it was all nonsense and that this man was just trying to cut me off from the kids.
I was in touch with my brothers all the time — they showed me their toys and their room. But when I asked Matvey if they remembered mom, he’d give me a “shh” sign, holding his finger to his lips. They’re not allowed to talk about mom in that family. Of course, they love her and remember her, especially Arseniy — he can’t live without her at all. You could say he was very clingy, always cuddling up to her. But it’s possible that something is changing in their heads, which is very frightening. I don’t know what they talk about in private [with Pyotr Samusev and his wife], but the main thing for me now is that they are fine, fed, going to school and kindergarten — like normal children. What’s more, this is Anapa — the sea’s nearby. The kids don’t realize yet [that Goncharova may have her parental rights terminated]. Arseniy just turned four on February 2.
‘No one cares about the circumstances’
My goal isn’t to take the kids away from their guardian and fight with him — I'm doing everything legally. In any case, I’ll stay in contact and visit them. I haven't talked to Arseniy and Matvey for probably more than a month [after Pyotr Samusev forbade them to talk to me]. I’m waiting for March 6 — there’ll be a trial in Anapa. Samusev filed a lawsuit there, but my mom, who’s in a detention center in Moscow, wasn’t notified in any way, even though this is required by law. I wasn’t notified either.
I understand where this is leading and why it’s all happening — losing her custody means my mom will be ordered to pay child support. And who will she pay it to? Pyotr Samusev. There’s also our apartment, where we’re all registered — my mom, me, Arseniy and Matvey. There’s a chance that Pyotr will be able to take it as child support. Plus, by law, there are social payments [to a guardian] of about 20,000 rubles ($258.80) per month per child, and I’m sure Samusev wouldn’t mind the money. He has some kind of motive — otherwise, he wouldn’t have filed to deprive her of her parental rights.
On February 27, my mother’s arrest was extended until March 29. The preliminary investigation is over, and the lawyers have the right to look at the case file. [Lawyer Alexander] Garanin is doing that. I can’t say yet what will happen next. The case has been dragging on for six months: there’s been some suspicious turnover in the court — first there was one prosecutor, a woman, now another, a man. I don’t know why that is. They need to close [mom’s] case — it’s a stick system. Our country doesn’t deal with criminal cases.
No one cares about the circumstances. Not that he [Alexey] was drunk and beat her badly before everything happened. Not that it was self-defense. Not that there were children nearby who could also have been hurt. No one cares — there’s a dead body. But we’re fighting to make sure justice is done in this case. I’m fighting for that — and for my mom.
And we’re also working to make sure I get custody of the kids. I’ve gotten a new job and am looking for additional remote freelance work, and I’m rearranging my whole life in general to get Matvey and Arseniy back. I wouldn’t have been given custody before. It’s important to the authorities that the guardian has financial means. I was earning 60,000 rubles ($776.40) a month and couldn’t feed two kids on that money. Plus, I worked on a two/two schedule — two night shifts, two day shifts. I wouldn’t count on [help from] their grandmother, who used to babysit them.
‘I don’t think I’ll be afraid of anything anymore’
I’m full of emotions right now, but I’m trying to approach everything with a cool head. Of course, I want to get in touch with my brothers as soon as possible, but I’m well aware that this could hurt [in the parental-rights deprivation case]. If this is how Samusev behaves, then we’re going to work according to his methods [and solve everything through the court]. And it’s a lot of work — I’m constantly collecting documents, communicating with lawyers and with my mother’s colleagues. I just pass out in the evening. But if I don’t help my mom, I could never forgive myself.
My mom motivates me to keep working and reminds me constantly that my main task right now is keeping the kids in the family and making sure that she isn’t deprived of parental rights. She says: “Stop, Petya, there's no time for emotions, you have work to do!” And that’s what the lawyers and I are doing. We can’t make any predictions, but something will come of our work.
We wrote to the prosecutor’s office [about the guardianship] — they’ll investigate it. They’re required to! We’ll see how the guardianship authorities react when my lawyer and I go to them after we get an answer from the prosecutor’s office. I’m sure they understand that this isn’t an ordinary case. It’s not just taking away a person’s human rights and washing their hands of it. No, it’s not going to be like that. I’ve seen some of these agencies — the Interior Ministry, the Prosecutor’s Office, the Investigative Committee — and I’ve gotten an idea of how they work. These people are robots. But even robots can be scared of things.
This situation has caused me to look at life differently. If I’m able to solve these kinds of problems, I don’t think I’ll be afraid of anything anymore — even living in our current country. It’s better to let this give me extra motivation. I feel like I’ve matured, and I know for a fact that I don’t want to be someone like Alexey Samusev. I want to be an example to my friends and my future family, to love my loved ones. It’s strange to say that I value what happened, but, in a way, it’s a huge amount of experience that’s helped me see what’s going on around me. My mother instilled part of this in me — that’s how, at 23, I was ready for what happened to us.
Meduza was unable to reach Pyotr Samusev for comment.
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I have a very specific doubt that's been plaguing me lately.
As we know blood groups are segregated as Rh+ve and Rh-ve on the basis of presence of antigen on the RBCs. And if a Rh-ve person is exposed to Rh+ve blood they develop specific antibodies against these antigens. On being exposed to the Rh+ve blood once again these antibodies can kill the RBCs with the antigen. We see this in erythroblastosis foetalis, a condition seen in pregnant mothers.
Now logically I assume vampires have some form of blood (because they are basically people who got bitten or even if they're born from parent vampires their parents must have blood if they were bitten and how many ever generations above we need to go). What if a vampire with -ve blood feeds on +ve blood continually?
I have entertained the thought that vampires may have completely different conducting cells other than erythrocytes, or that their method of immunity is completely different from that of humans. But all in all how do vampires of a specific blood type feed on humans with such varied blood types?
#sorry if something I said is wrong#in both the vampire and human parts#this is just something random in my head
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me when kat arrives at rbc: ooo siobhan is already on my nerves! don't touch, stop makin up stupid nicknames when kat's already told you what she wants to be called
[not 5 min later]
siobhan: *[deadnames another character]*
me: *[kill bill sirens]*
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I LOVE HOW SHE LOOKS SO PROUD OF WHAT SHE DID :’)
AND THE WAY HE LOOKS SO INTERESTED WHILE SHE TELLS HIM EVERYTHING :’)
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