My original character looks like Renji but it’s not Renji! It is a samurai who committed quantum seppuku and gained quantum immortality. Yes, it’s a marginal theory in science but it’s perfect for science fiction 💕
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Day 5 of killjoys week - Hopeful lies
An easy plan, really
quickly in, quickly out
grab the child and be five feet high before they notice you're gone
So why do my hands tremble when I count the beads around my wrist
again and again and again
trying to send a prayer to a god I don't believe in
Why do I hug my brothers tighter than usual
seeing broken hope in their eyes
and I know the same is in mine
they smile but their lips drip poison and blood
and I
I smile back
because everything is gonna be fine
we are always fine
always
But why do I feel a clawed hand on my shoulder
grip I shake off
instead white walls outstretching their piercing embrace
air leaving my lungs and turning into fog in front of my face
So I strap the holster to my thigh
and grin to root fear in Saturn's heart
because killjoys never die
and we have destiny covering our backs
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“I’m always thinking one step ahead, like a carpenter that makes stairs.”
♡ @timeshrouded
"Goodness," Mary breathes, after a too-long pause. She turns to her friend, looking her dead in the eyes. "Don't take this the wrong way, 'Tear, but sometimes it's hard to believe that you once had the Magic Council on its knees. It's just... I can't picture it yet."
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A code status is what you want the hospital to do if your heart or breathing stops, and we've got two basic options: full code which means we do EVERYTHING and Do Not Resuscitate or DNR which means we do less than everything. There's like little add-ons like intubated or not intubated, or blood products or no blood products, but that's basic gist of it. Do you want us to try everything we can to save your life or if your heart stops, is that it? And then we take that information and put it in your chart and make it very prominent in case we need to find it quickly in an emergency. Jane Doe, 72 years old, DNR. John Whatsisname, 49 years old, full code. Like that.
Anyway I'd like to propose a third code status that we'll call "DNR!!!" This is when you not only don't want heroic measures to extend your life, you are so excited to die. I thought of this recently when getting report on a patient, and the day nurse talking to me was like, "Alice Smith, 80 years old, DNR and she will tell you that herself." And I was like, "I don't think code status is gonna come up organically," and the nurse was like, "It won't, but she'll tell you anyway." And then I introduced myself to the patient, and like three minutes in as we're talking about pain meds, she goes, "and by the way, when I'm dead, I'm DEAD. Don't be bringing me back! Every woman in my family has lived past 90, and I'm here to break that tradition! NO one needs to live that long, and I certainly don't, and frankly it's indecent for me to have made it this far. God willing the reaper will come for me any day now. I would never take actions to make him come sooner, but I'm not moving that fast and he is DAWDLING. Disgusting. No work ethic these days. And don't bother with a grave, just chuck me out the window and let the birds at me."
And I'm like "so is that a no to the tylenol"
And she was like "oh no, I'd love some tylenol and a warm blanket too. Now look at me. I've done everything I could possibly want to do in this world and quite a few things I didn't want to do, and personally I don't think I should have to keep doing things. I'd also love a cranberry juice."
Anyway. DNR!! I'm sorry to say she made it through the night completely unscathed.
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the feature i really need tumblr to add is to have your moms phone number on your profile so if you disagree with me i call your mom to tattle on you but then your mom and i get to talking and we realize we actually have a lot in common then at the same time we say “maybe we should continue this conversation over dinner” then we both laugh and that night your mom and i meet for dinner and i bring her flowers and pay for her food and we have a beautiful evening together that leads into an even more beautiful night on a beach under the stars and i turn to your mom and say “i know this may seem a little fast but i’ve never felt this way before” and she says “i was thinking the same thing” and we kiss under the moonlight and we realize in that moment that we want to spend the rest of our lives together so i move in with her and fall in love more every day and we grow old together and she passes before i do but luckily i’ve come to think of her children like they’re my own then years later i’m on my death bed and you say “you were like a second mother to me” and i say “hey remember when you disagreed with me online 50 years ago well L + ratio + i fucked your mom LOL” then i die having got the last word in
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