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pomegranate · 16 days
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husbands married for 20 years
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nemfrog · 1 year
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American national Red cross text-book on first aid. 1908. Carotid artery pressure to stop head bleeding.
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 3 months
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Ummm...think I found something unique weaponry for either Sir Moon or even Mr. Moon.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Czo1U-avAP6/?igshid=NTYzOWQzNmJjMA==
And I am kind of scared of it.
ooooooh, that is very interesting. And terrifying 👀
May or may not add it to their arsenal
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catlock-holmes · 3 months
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When Magnussen does his weird pressure point list when looking at people, when he looks at Sherlock it says "officially deceased 2011-2013"
So the reichenbachfall didnt happen in 2012 when it aired but already 2011. Means Sherlock and John only had one year together before he "died".
And another thing to note is the porn preference which says "normal" for John and also Sherlock. Since when would Sherlock watch porn? And what is considered "normal"? Would gay porn be considered normal in Magnussens files? Like I dont think Sherlock ever watched any porn except that time when he said John has naked women on his laptop so maybe there he caught a glimpse of it and thats why it says for both of them "normal".
And concerning his pressure points in the english version it says "opium", which is very weird because opium is a very old word, nowadays it would rather be opiates in general, morphine or heroin.
But in the german version where its translated it says Kokain instead, which of course is cocaine in german. Which is more accurate to the books, but Im still wondering why they chose opium for the english version instead.
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mashpoll · 5 months
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Pressure Points (s10 e16): After a series of mistakes in and out of the OR, Potter calls in Sidney Freedman to help him regain his confidence. Meanwhile, Charles engages in a war of slovenliness against Hawkeye and B.J.
Dear Sigmund (s5 e8): Psychiatrist Sidney Freedman composes a letter to Sigmund Freud during a visit to the 4077, while the rest of the camp endures the hijinks of a mystery prankster.
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lizzystar19 · 2 months
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Nurse Harley finding the pressure points in my shoulder to prepare me for a session. Cupping performed by tank.
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Hello!
It really pisses me off that John is Sherlock's pressure point but Sherlock is not John's pressure point while his murdering assassin wife is. Are there any fics that address this? Thanks in advance! I love all your fic recs!
Hey Nonny!
Ahhhhh, I TOTALLY get why you are upset about it!! I was too, so much so that I wrote a lot of meta about the Pressure Points myself, and one of the specifically was about why I believe Sherlock wasn't a pressure point, so I hope you'll check those out to feel a bit better, lol.
That said, I don't know of any "Pressure Points" fics, though the concept is interesting and I'd love to know if any were written about them.
Anyone have something to suggest?
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deadpanstudio · 6 months
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"pressure points" 6x6" gouache on gessobord
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caduceuss · 11 months
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MY BABY GIRL'S DEMO IS HERE I RISE-
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nemfrog · 1 year
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"Digital compression of various arteries." Cassell's people's physician. v.3. 1900.
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bodyalive · 8 months
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Adaptable Polarity
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Another #acupressure image from the archives! This one is lymphedema for the leg done over a decade ago in massage school.
I was speaking with a brilliant colleague last night about this one, and it just seemed to make sense.
These depicted points all seem to land on powerful locations of venous return between the tibial or great saphenous veins.
No venous return, no lymphatic drainage.
There’s also another implication here to the importance of dorsi flexion of the foot and movement of the arch to get fluids moving.
#acupressurepoints#acupressuremassage#acupressuretherapy#lymphaticdrainage#lymphedema#lymphaticsystem#lymph#movementismedicine#movementislife#wheretheriverflows#adaptablepolarity#anatomystudy#anatomy#humananatomy#energeticanatomy#meridians#itsallconnected#healingisvoltage
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charmed-henry · 2 years
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Pressure Points | Charmwest
Date: 12 August 2022 Warnings: None Featuring: @northwestxprincess
Knowing he is running out of time before his choices catch up with him, Henry meets Pacifica with a few parting words-- and parting gifts.
HENRY
Henry knew he didn’t have a lot of time. Any moment now, Belle would call the authorities, and then everything would change. But he still had so much to do. So much to sort out. He was leaving a mess behind him, and he didn’t want to make Rose pick up all of the pieces.
Candy was still in California, and maybe it was better that way. But Pacifica was here, in Swynlake, and she deserved an explanation. She couldn’t have one yet— not until Henry was certain there was no chance she would be implicated— but at least he could say goodbye. 
He told Pacifica to meet him by the lake without much more of an explanation. Mostly because he could be certain nobody would record anything, and it would be private enough, but as he got there, he realized it was kind of poetic. This was where everything had begun. And now this was where it would end.
When he saw her, Henry wanted to cry, to run to her and hug her— but that wasn’t Pacifica’s style at all, and he didn’t want to scare her. So he held back. “Thank you for coming,” he said nervously. “I’m sorry if my message was cryptic.” 
PACIFICA
Pacifica wasn’t an idiot. She knew something was wrong. Separate from the town, the magic drain, all of the usual issues that seemed to face them in this ridiculous place, something was wrong with Rose and Henry. 
They had always been secretive, and she’d tried not to be jealous over that fact. But in the past few weeks, it had seemed to worsen and there had been something new in the eyes of her friends. Something they wouldn’t let her touch. With her parents continuing to pressure her, she’d had plenty of problems of her own, so she had tried to ignore it. But she had never forgotten. 
So when Henry sent her his cryptic goodbye text, she’d found herself grateful once again that she didn’t have a job in the moment. She could drop everything and go to the spot at the lake he’d requested, trying to ignore the way that her heart was pounding.
“Of course I came.Why wouldn’t I?”
HENRY
Henry smiled, a small and sad one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Of course she had come. Henry didn’t have any reason to doubt that. Pacifica was a good friend. He didn’t have to worry about Rose, not with her as Rose’s roommate (would the RAS still let them live together? Henry hoped so).
“I just— I know things have been… strange lately,” Henry admitted. That was an understatement, but what else could he say? “Pacifica, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. And… I think it’s going to start coming out, a lot of it, at least. I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you. I was trying to protect you. So I understand if you’re upset, but I hope you know it isn’t anything personal and I wanted  to tell you but it’s really for the best if—“
Henry stopped, realizing he was doing it again, that thing he did when he was emotional and started rambling stream-of-consciousness without giving any context. It was why Clayton had turned him away the first time. “I’m sorry. That probably doesn’t make any sense. It will all make sense soon, I promise.” 
PACIFICA
She’d hoped that her instinct was wrong, that Henry was being cryptic because he’d planned some sort of ridiculous surprise like he had joked about doing when they created Candace’s care package. It would be just like him. 
But a lifetime of overreading into small signs as a self protective instinct hadn’t been wrong after all and she felt the pressure on chest tighten more and more. 
She didn’t want him to be saying any of this. If he was saying this now, it was because he thought things were going to get worse and he might not be the one here to tell her himself and that meant that he was leaving her. Leaving her for something she didn’t understand as the people she cared about once again kept secrets they said were for her own good but all it meant was that she was the one left to deal with the fallout with no idea it was even coming. 
“No it doesn’t make any sense! You’re talking like you’re saying goodbye because something bad is happening but you don’t get to do that because you’re not going anywhere. You’re not.”
HENRY
He was, and Henry wished he could tell Pacifica he wasn’t, but he was. It was probably for the best that Pacifica didn’t know all of the details, because Henry was certain she’d be just as angry with him as Rose had been when he had told her. Henry could picture exactly what she’d say– something blunt and to-the-point, trying to shake him out of this fog that had descended over him ever since May.
But Henry had his mind made up, and it was too late now, anyway. Any moment now, the warrant would be out for his arrest. Henry had accepted his fate.
“I’m sorry, Pacifica. I really wanted to be around, but I realize now– I sort of knew all along. I was lying to myself. I don’t want you to worry, I’m going to be okay, but I am going to have to leave for a while. That’s really all I can say right now,” he said solemnly. “But you’ll be fine. You’ll have Rose, and Candy, and Ollie. And I’ll try to stay in touch.” 
PACIFICA
“That’s not the same and you know it!” Pacifica could feel herself becoming more desperate as he spoke, in part because there was a seriousness and a resolve to how he spoke in this moment that was almost uncharacteristic of him. As if there truly was nothing she could do to change this because he wasn’t even giving her the chance to try. 
But it wasn’t the same at all. Rose was her roommate and they got along well enough, but the house had been full of too many secrets for them to get close. She and Candace were starting to build something better after their fight in spring. Ollie was a lot to her, but he wasn’t everything and she already knew she leaned on him harder than was maybe fair.
But Henry had been through so much with her. He’d seen her at some of her worst and he had stayed, they had argued but they’d always made up, and he was one of the only people who discovered her secrets and not only accepted them but seemed to understand why they were hidden. What was she supposed to do without him around?
“You’re my best friend. I don’t want you to go. I’m sure there’s something if you’d just let me help…”
HENRY
You’re my best friend, Pacifica said, and Henry’s first instinct was to say that he was sorry for that. For being her best friend. He hadn’t meant it to happen, he shouldn’t have let it happen. Bad things happened to people who were Henry’s best friend. Look at Rose. Look at Eric. 
And Henry had come to Swynlake not intending on making best friends. He had the Order, and that was supposed to be all the family he needed. He wanted friends, of course, to be popular and well-liked and part of the community. But they weren’t supposed to get close to him, to see the vulnerable sides of him, to really, actually care about him.
As usual, Henry had bungled that plan. She showed him her vulnerable sides and Henry showed her his, in bathroom breakdowns and video games, over pizza and trivia games, across oceans and thousands of miles through little bubbles on their cell phones. Against his better judgment, he had grown close to her. And now he was leaving her. 
“There’s no helping it. I’m sorry,” Henry said, choking up now. “You’ll understand soon. The more involved you get in this, the more trouble it will make for you. And you don’t deserve that. You have an amazing future ahead of you, Pacifica–” Henry swallowed hard, afraid of what might happen if he kept going. He didn’t want to cry again. He had done so much of that lately. “You’re going to make all of us so proud. I can’t get in the way of that.”
PACIFICA
I’m tired of making people proud, I want to be happy. The words pushed at her lips but she didn’t let them escape, because that wasn’t who Pacifica was supposed to be. She was supposed to be the ambitious go-getter of the group, the politician who made things happen. It was what she’d been trained for her entire life. 
But it was the group who had made it fun this time around. Candace helping run her campaign, Rose and Henry showing up to her events and putting posters around town, all of them listening to her complain over the petty arguments at Board meetings over meals that were shared. All at once, all of that was slipping away right as she’d started to get comfortable thinking it was something that would stay. 
Once again, Pacifica got to stand powerless as her plans for the future fell to pieces around her without her even really getting to know why. She didn’t know whether the tears that followed were from anger or grief or fear or some other complex mix, but she knew she couldn’t stop them anyway. 
“It’s not fair.”
HENRY
It was, actually, the most fair thing Henry could think of– he had hurt people, and now he was going to face the consequences. But Pacifica had a point. It wasn’t fair to her. They were supposed to be friends, and now Henry was telling her he was going to disappear without any real explanation. So in that sense, she was right.
“I know. I wish things were different,” Henry said, softening when he saw Pacifica had started to cry. There was no stopping his own tears then– Henry wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands, wishing they would stop.
He couldn’t even say he didn’t have a choice, because he’d had a choice. And he chose this. But there was no point in telling Pacifica that now. “For what it’s worth, I really.. I’ve really appreciated everything you’ve done for me. Even when you were telling me off. It was what I needed to hear sometimes.” He smiled wetly. “And I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore, after all of this comes out. It’s probably better for your career, and you’ve got every right to be upset with me, besides that. I just wanted you to know that. Our friendship. It’s meant a lot to me.”
PACIFICA
“Shut up you idiot.” Pacifica reached forward and pulled him into a hug, burying her face into his shoulder as her breath shuddered in and out. She didn’t know what he was talking about with his cryptic pronouncements of news and danger and not wanting to be friends and whatever else it was he was trying to say in his grand idiotic way. 
It was a problem for both of them. They were so convinced that they were at the center of the story until something happened and they got pushed to the sidelines where they didn’t know how to cope. Pacifica went from being the Northwest Princess to just another American ex-pat who didn’t really have a job. He talked as if he was the savior of a town when he was a college student who had girlfriend problems. They had been raised being told they were the center of the world, and struggled when the world didn’t seem to agree. 
Muffled against his shoulder, she said, “Mention my career one more time and I’m going to kick your ass. You’re my friend and that’s the end of it.”
HENRY
And there it was again. Henry chuckled, though the hug opened something up in him, and now he was crying again. The thing about his friendship with Pacifica was that they both understood the importance of appearances. And they both understood the consequences of living your life in fear of ruining those all-important appearances. Henry imagined he should probably know better, by now, that he didn’t have to do that with Pacifica.
“Sorry,” he said, and for a moment, he stood there silently. He didn’t know the next time he would see Pacifica. Maybe never, if she found out the truth and changed her mind, decided that she really didn’t want to be associated with him anymore. So he wanted to remember this moment. 
He pulled away, wiping at his eyes again. “You’re right. Thank you,” Henry said softly. “Erm, while we’re here– there’s something else.” He pulled two things out of his pocket, a key and a slip of paper with a phone number labeled “Augusta.” Henry looked at Pacifica hesitantly. “I’m going to give you my sister’s phone number. She lives in Birmingham, and she’s got friends there, but I would just feel better if someone here were in touch with her. Just in case– I dunno. If you need anything, I’m sure she’d be happy to help on my behalf.”
PACIFICA
Reluctantly, Pacifica pulled back, wiping at her eyes and trying to ignore the clear damp patch on his shoulder. She hated losing control like this, especially where someone could see, but it wasn’t so bad around Henry. Which was the problem. She apparently couldn’t rely on that any longer. 
The petty part of her wanted to refuse the gifts he was saying, if only because it was part of the goodbye she didn’t want to admit was happening. But as he explained about the phone number, she nodded slowly. She’d met Augusta briefly at Henry’s graduation and she had seemed nice enough. But the fact that he was mentioning friends, mentioning just one of his sisters, asking for someone to keep in contact with her gave Pacifica a few more pieces. But not enough for her to understand. 
“I’ll reach out to her. I’m sure things will be fine until you’re back, but I don’t mind talking with your sister once in awhile.”
HENRY
“Yeah. I’m not worried. Things will be fine,” Henry agreed. He took a deep breath. This part made him a bit more nervous, because it was slightly risky. But it was the only thing he had to give his friends, now that he basically had no money. And he liked the idea of it.
He held up the key. “My family has a cabin in the Lake District. It’s not much, but it’s in a pretty part of the woods, and we used to go there on holiday all the time. They won’t be back there, but I know they won’t go through with selling it, either. I thought it would be a shame to let it sit empty. So I thought if you ever need to get away from everything– you’re welcome to use it. Bring everyone. Make some good memories there.”
There was a chance, of course, that the Charmings would go back there. They still had access. But Henry had a feeling they wouldn’t be back in the UK for a long, long time. And if they ever did set foot in the country, Henry hoped that by then, the authorities would have enough information on them (thanks to the combined efforts of Henry and Augusta) to apprehend them right away. So it seemed like a safe enough idea to Henry.
Henry’s mother had, after all, told him that he was always welcome to invite his friends to Windermere. So he was. 
PACIFICA
Pacifica certainly knew of the Lake District, but she hadn’t been. When she came to England before this, she’d only ever stayed in London because that’s where the people were, the shops, the politics. Then once she’d arrived in Swynlake, she’d done barely any traveling at all. Obviously there was more to the country than what she had seen, but she knew so little about it. 
But in a way, it was the key that finalized how serious this was more than anything else. People didn’t give out keys to their homes lightly. It was a mark of trust at nearly every level, but for wealthy people of their class it was even rarer. Trust was a security risk you couldn’t take back. 
So she gingerly took hold of the key and then slipped it on her key ring right next to the key for the house she shared with Rose in Swynlake. It would have to do. 
“Text me the name and the address. Maybe…maybe if it does come up for sale, I can buy it anyway and then you can still visit it whenever you like. But I’ll be sure to use it and then I can tell you all about it. For now.”
HENRY
“Please do,” Henry said, smiling at the thought. 
He didn’t know if the RAS would let Rose leave Swynlake, but he still hoped Pacifica would invite some people there. Throw parties, go on holidays, create new memories that would replace all of the dark history that once existed there. He was fond of that place, but he didn’t want to go back there until it represented something different to him. Maybe Pacifica and her friends could rewrite some of that history for him.
He held out the keys and the slip of paper to Pacifica and then stood there silently for a moment, wanting to prolong this moment even though he knew he shouldn’t be wasting time. Any moment now, the authorities could come for him. He didn’t want it to happen in front of Pacifica. And he had more things to sort out before then, anyway. But Henry wouldn’t get this moment back. So he wished he could make it stretch on longer, to stop time right here.
“...And… You’ll look after Rose, won’t you?” Henry said in a smaller voice. It was a given, of course. Pacifica had always been a good friend to their entire group, Rose included. But he just needed to hear her say it. “Don’t tell her I said that. I know she would be cross with me. But… yeah. She’s been through a lot.”
PACIFICA
For a moment, Pacifica felt like she should do something else, say something else. But she’d never actually been very good at goodbyes, not ones that mattered. 
When she’d first left her girls back home for college, it had been a breezy thing as they’d promised to keep in contact and they knew they would see each other at the holidays soon enough. When she’d left her sorority sisters, it had beenin a foggy daze that had left so little room for real emotion so the goodbye had mostly been a formality. When she’d left her parents to come here, it had been under the weight of obligation and strict instructions accompanied by the knowledge of frequent checkins. 
But this was real, this was final, and it was coming whether Pacifica wanted it to or not as she tucked the piece of paper safely inside her phone case until she could create the new contact. Henry’s words were almost a relief, if only because this could last that little bit longer. 
“Of course I will. She’s going to be fine. Probably sick of me before long but I don’t really care about that.”
HENRY
Henry chuckled. He knew that wasn’t true. But he also knew Rose– and he knew the next year would be tough for her. It would be tough for everyone. He wished he could be there for everyone.
Pacifica could handle it, though. Henry trusted her. 
“I think she’ll be too busy being quite unhappy with me. Rightfully so. I just want her to know– I want all of you to know– I didn’t want to leave you behind. I feel terrible about it. But this is what I’ve got to do.” Henry sighed.
There wasn’t really much more to say, and the goodbye was looming larger, and time was ticking by, and Henry really didn’t want to do this. He couldn’t stop time, though, as much as he wanted to.
“I think I should… probably get going, then.” Henry grimaced. “I’ll see you soon. Promise.”
PACIFICA
Pacifica didn’t really think that would be true. Rose and Henry were intertwined in some way she barely understood, and she didn’t think distance or whatever this cryptic news was would change that. But she didn’t have time or the information to change Henry’s mind, so she would just have to prove it when they spoke again. 
Whenever that was. Whenever he found his way back. “You’d better. I’m holding you to that.”
She didn’t know what else to do, but there was some feeling in the pit of her stomach that scared her. So despite appearances, despite how soft this might make her seem, she pulled him in for one last hard hug. Quietly, she said, “Stay safe.”
HENRY
He would. He hoped he could, anyway. Henry was afraid, but he knew that as long as he kept his head down and didn’t bother anyone, as long as he did what he was told and stayed out of trouble, he would be fine. Of course, Henry had never been very good at those things before. Trouble seemed to find him, and even when it didn’t, he could never seem to resist getting into arguments because he was always so desperate to protect his own name. 
But this was different now. This was his future he was trying to secure. He just hoped he could stick to it.
“I will. You too,” Henry murmured, holding on maybe a little longer than he normally would have. But once this moment ended, once this conversation ended… well, it was the beginning of the end of everything.
But everything had an end, of course. Henry pulled away finally. And then, with his typical awkwardness, Henry gave Pacifica a short nod, a small smile, and then disappeared back toward the road, every step hurting just a little bit more. It was for the best. It was for the best. 
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mashpoll · 5 months
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Pressure Points (s10 e16): After a series of mistakes in and out of the OR, Potter calls in Sidney Freedman to help him regain his confidence. Meanwhile, Charles engages in a war of slovenliness against Hawkeye and B.J.
The Moose (s1 e5): Hawkeye and Trapper plot to free a Korean girl from serving a GI.
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nsfw-mw · 2 years
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look ok pressure points hurt and i hate that but i fucking love the feeling of knowing the other person is in complete control
i fold so easily with the pain but god it's hot
[age in blog or get blocked, minors DNI]
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Hello steph. How are you on this fine evening? (well it's evening when I write this)
I was curious if you had any meta on the pressure points in his last vow? Also if you have any idea what 'porn preference: normal' means. I never quite under stood that. What is normal?
Hey Nonny!
I DO!! I actually wrote quite a bit about the pressure points back in the day (one of which does address the "normal" thing):
Sherlock’s Pressure Points
Sherlock Has a List of Them
CAM Works on Known Facts (another's post with my additions)
Why Is Irene a Pressure Point?
Why Are Jim Or Irene on the List?
John is Sherlock’s, but not the Other Way Around
If anyone has any more, please do add them :)
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