A real life instance of a scientist attempting to reanimate dead tissue with electricity from Giovani Aldini’s Essai théorique et expérimental sur le galvanisme (1804).
In which Ford and Nursey raid a op-shop to a questionable success. Nursey and Farmer have a fight? or a reconciliation? or maybe just an agreement to do both later? Nursey and Dex remember what it was like before the coin toss when down but don’t do anything about their fractured relationship. Nursey and Chowder don’t talk about their feelings and least important of all: the game begins without a hitch!
halim has loved prince darius since he was a young boy. he thinks the prince is kind, and beautiful, and has kind, beautiful eyes.
but halim is just a servant.
he is not of noble birth or bearing. he was a servant in the kitchen, always watching, always waiting for adventure to come looking for him. one day, when halim is not even ten years old, the whole palace is in an uproar because emperor ordered them all to bring him his son, and the prince is missing. they can’t find him anywhere. but halim is always watching, so he slips out of the kitchens and into the gardens. so much of persia is sand, but within the palace gardens it’s impossible to know that. it’s green, and lush, and the prince’s very favorite place in the whole world.
adults are running through and yelling, and halim doesn’t want to get in trouble, so he waits. once the coast is clear, he darts into the gardens and goes running to the tall tree in the corner, and gets to climbing. in less than a minute he’s reached the top, and finds himself face to face with the prince.
prince darius is his age, and he’s sitting on a branch, hugging his knees to his chest. pale little green tree frogs with brown stripes down their sides cover the branches and the prince, on his shoulders and head and knees.
“people are looking for you, my prince,” halim says.
“i do not wish to be found,” he answers, voice scratchy and eyes red from crying.
halim doesn’t have many thoughts about the emperor. but he knows he loves his prince. so he disregards the emperors orders and says, “okay. do you want me to leave?”
there’s a long moment where prince darius just stares at him, then he slowly shakes his head and reaches out a hand. “no. will you sit with me?”
halim takes his prince’s hand.
after this, prince darius demands that halim be made his personal servant. it’s his job to dress the prince, to bring him meals, to stand by his side at official functions and fetch his carriage and look after his horse. more than anything else, it’s his job to be the prince’s friend.
it’s a job he does gladly.
they grow up together. years pass and the prince grows handsome, and stays kind, and halim never learns how to stop loving him. instead his love only grows. he has been the personal servant to the prince for ten tears, and he thinks of him every second, would kill and die for him, and every inch of him is in love with his prince.
for@omgcprarepairs bingo, this one turned out longer than expected
Bingo square: Board Game Night
Derek couldn’t say board games being banned from the Haus had ever been a real disappointment. There’d been some throwaway comments about whether the rule would stay once Holster followed Jack to graduation but nothing substantial. Of course, no one had considered the fact that Holster moving out would coincide with Ford all but moving in.
Camilla Collins lives a sedate life as a inventor and researcher of all things superpowered. Five years out of university and she’s finally making use of the degree she undertook. She’s found professional success like she never dreamed, but all of that’s about to come crashing down. When a UFO sighting leads to an unexpected encounter with an old flame and an ex-lover, Camilla finds herself enticed by desires she’s never felt before. Surely…surely she isn’t interested in pursuing a mature, adult relationship???
this time around’s no different, i’ve played with chance like you. i’ve loved to toy with fate, but, oh, i didn’t have a clue—
THAT I WOULD LOSE! oh, i would LOSE! between my left and right, one day i’d have to choose! “you’re not like me, i’m not like you, i’m not who these things happen to!”
Whumpay Day 10 I Can Still Fight | “I can’t stop.” | Exhaustion
The jungle is dense and moist and thick with insects. Everything rots.
The medic scrubs antiseptic into the long gouge where the bullet clipped him. “You should go back to camp,” she tells him, wrapping gauze tight over it, “and stay there until this has closed up. If it gets infected, I won’t be able to save it.” “If it starts to get hot, I’ll go,” he says. “We can hope for good luck.”
Wounds don’t heal cleanly out here. But his does. He rubs his fingertips over it often, feeling the profile of it through the dressing and the plastic cover that keeps the rain out.
He wonders if he really is that lucky, or if his good fortune is the work of an unseen force moving, the ripples cast by something swimming beneath the surface. The jungle is hot and humid, but goosebumps shiver across his skin as if a cold wind blew.
It is critical to understand the Nakba if you want to support Palestine, and how Palestinians, 74 years later, cannot reclaim their stolen land, homes, and belongings. And not only that, but to many, the Nakba never ended. Palestinians are still having their homes stolen or demolished, still in refugee camps, still having to deal with settlers encroaching on their land and committing acts of violence against them, Palestinians are still being murdered and left under brutal settler military occupation.
Ffs… SO “fun” story from Al-Khalil. Families attend the funeral of Shireen Abu Akleh in Jerusalem.
Meanwhile, in Al-Khalil, a bunch settlers have arrived and started looting the home of a Palestinian family and taken the building for their own, and they’re calling this “Building Aquisition”.
The family was at a f*cking funeral and their home is now stolen.
This is what it’s like being a Palestinian in Palestine. There are PLENTY of similar stories of people visiting their families or going shopping and returning to their homes either empty of valuables or outright claimed by settlers.
I know it has been a while since our last post here and I am sorry this couldn’t be a happier one to come back. My heart breaks while writing this.
We had to say goodbye to our big beautiful boy Blake this Friday. It was his 11.5th birthday and just one day shy of his 11 year anniversary of meeting Sambucca, the love of his life.
He was completely fine last Saturday and Sunday morning he suddenly spiraled into great suffering. We reacted immediately and tried absolutely everything in our power to help him and find the cause. Over the course of the week we went to 2 different ERs, a vet and a neurology specialist. He was being monitored 24/7, he had an IV, we had a catheter installed and a feeding tube. We got his blood work done, x-rays, ultrasound… even an MRI and a spinal tap. And yet, frustratingly no definitive diagnosis could be made.
However looking at his symptoms and the lack of indicators in almost anything else, we are fairly certain it was a neurological issue. Most likely a very aggressive, fast growing cancerous brain tumor that probably caused an unwitnessed seizure, from which he never really recovered. If it really was a tumor, we could tell from the MRI that it would not have been operable. The treatments we could do didn’t show any improvement and radiation or chemo-therapy wouldn’t have made any sense.
There was nothing else we could do for him and while we managed to stabilize him so he’d be more comfortable, he wouldn’t and couldn’t get better on his own. So we made the hardest decision of my life, to release him so he could rest in peace.
He was so weak that I was terrified of losing him, when he’d be all alone in a foreign, sterile place, surrounded by barking dogs and other animals that were fighting their own painful battles. I kept sending him good energy and strength from afar, telling him that we would come and be with him as soon as we could. And he was very brave and strong and held on. We had a warm, nice and quiet room all to ourselves and we could bring Sambucca and Faolan to be with him as well. He looked really good, much better than he had all week. He was awake and aware, and the doctors did a great job making him as comfortable as he could be. Blake was so happy to see us and was purring softly in our arms. We thanked him for all the joy and memories he had brought us in all those years together (he’s been with me for a third of my life) and told him how much we loved him.
He fell asleep peacefully on our laps within seconds.
I am so thankful he gave us these last moments together. We will always love him and carry him in our hearts. The apartment seems so empty and quiet without his big fluffy presence, but I hope he’s watching over us and maybe his spirit will come and visit us from time to time.
