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diazsdimples · 3 months
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Fuck It Friday!
I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!
Tagged by @daffi-990, go check out their Fuck It Friday RIGHT NOW for Buck and May's first meeting!
“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.
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the-toybox-general · 5 months
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Finally drawing Mack taking into account some new details I noticed from the remake render ( and maybe taking some creative liberties, too! hehe... )
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resuswhore · 6 months
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hot resus imagines.
straddling someone's hips, placing both my palms on either side of their sternum, my hands wrapped around their rib, and doing compressions that way.
similar position, but straying your palms just a bit to the left, compressing directly over the heart.
placing your resusee on their stomach, compressing just over the center of their back, pushing forwards a bit, especially on a drowning victim, getting that fluid out of their lungs.
giving the heimlich to a drowning victim, spraying frothy spittle from their mouth as you force it from their lungs.
belly compressions, having to give a compression and then immediately clear their airway, shoving fingers into their limp mouth.
mouth to mouth from the straddling position, your whole body pressed to theirs.
giving mouth to mouth while they lay against your chest, their head on your shoulder.
so fucking hot.
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princesskuragina · 10 months
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When I write novels with characters who have my flaws they always spiral and get worse and destroy themselves and that seems completely and utterly inevitable. but when I write dnd characters who have my flaws they kind of just. can't. like they are one of the heroes they have to be pro-social they need to do well and improve and level up. and they have a built in support network to make it easier. this post was supposed to be a metaphor about isolation or something but I've lost my point
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theriverbeyond · 2 years
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this just occurred to me, but the current god squad in Nona (jod, kiriona & yanthe) are all going through the worst breakups ever and are all doing terribly in various ways
god squad............ the universe's MOST toxic breakup support group. can u even Imagine the amount of emotional dysfunction happening in that circle oh my god.
john gets the talking stick and immediately bursts into loud and incredibly wet sobs, ianthe leaves immediately/never shows up, gideon is reading a dirty magazine in the corner. no one gets any better and they all get so much worse.
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gigi-does-art · 3 months
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First re design of the year, it’s Jill! I love Jill so much, recently got re3 and im really excited to play through as her! I just have to finish re4 first lol. This design has a mix of re1 and re3 in mind but I also included how she would look like in re5 and Death Island. Jill and the rest of the stars members’ collars all have the stars symbol on it!
Headcanon: She doesn’t have her natural color and is actually tinged a bit lighter with a few added scars in Death Island. This shows some remnants of Wesker’s experiments on her.
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levanaora · 5 months
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𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖆
My players finally met Strahd. His introduction was dramatic and resulted in the death of Father Petrovich without giving away too much.
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silbeni · 3 months
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CALCIFEROCALYPSE
NEW BANNER yuhhhhhh
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fatehbaz · 1 year
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The impetus [...] was a desire to pick up [...] with ‘those historical alternatives’ that ‘haunt a given society’, as Herbert Marcuse wrote; to find the place where, as Patricia Williams put it, our ‘longings are exiled.’ [...] [T]o challenge the twinned triumphalism of the [...] ‘end of history’ claim and the [...] claim that the political universe had closed shut [after the 1960s]. [...]
[T]he rejectionist epithet: ‘That’s not realistic, that’s utopian!’ [...]
[A] phrase which is often used as a bludgeon to manage proposals, people and actions that have gone too far out of bounds. [...] There were good reasons to distrust and even dismiss the term ‘utopian’, although in my opinion, the main problem was not idealism and futurism, but rather the term’s deeply racialised historiography and narrow set of [...] references. To put it bluntly, the extant meaning of the term treated the [...] colonialism that founded the so-called New World as a successful utopian enterprise, while absenting entirely what Peter Linebaugh and Marcus Rediker call the ‘many-headed hydra’ of the seventeenth-century ‘revolutionary Atlantic’ – those slaves, maids, prisoners, pirates, sailors, heretics, Indigenous peoples, commoners and others who challenged the making of the modern world capitalist system.
There was another kind of utopianism entailed by slaves running away, marronage, piracy, heresy, vagabondage, soldier desertion, and other illegible or discredited forms of escape, resistance, opposition and alternative ways of life that continued, of course, to challenge the modern racial capitalist system over time. This ‘other’ utopianism lends to the term ‘utopian’ a very different meaning – one rooted much more in the past and the present than in an unrealistic future – and a very different notion of politics – one rooted in ongoing social struggles, in various forms of nonparticipation, and in an autonomous politics hostile or indifferent to seizing state power. [...]
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In this context of enhanced militarism and securitisation, the ongoing redistribution of resources from social property to private property has led to more widespread social abandonment and more entrenched inequalities [...].
At the same time, there is widespread, daily, active and open political opposition to all this, at the scale at which people can contest it: protecting this group of migrants from arrest, confinement and deportation; organising this strike among teachers in this city; defending this territory from oil drilling; filing lawsuits against a police department and so on; gathering in public to swear, shout, shake fists, confront the inevitably helmeted riot police. There is also widespread, daily, active, infrapolitical and even secret political opposition, which needs and wants to remain hidden. And there are also so many people, more and more in the Western wealthy countries, looking for ways to think and live on different – better terms – and doing it in small ways, whether in local collectives, or in extended family units, with illegal housing and electricity, alternative currencies, in cities and on old tribal lands.
What will happen we don’t know, of course. But as more people become unable to participate in the existing economic and governing systems, they must find another way. [...] [A] standpoint and a mindset for living on better terms than we’re offered; for living as if you had the necessity and the freedom to do so; for living in the acknowledgement, that despite the overwhelming power of all the systems of domination which are trying to kill us, they never quite become us. [...]
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It thus exists in a particular imaginative space and temporality. This temporality is not the conventional one of utopian literature – ‘what might be’ – nor is it quite the conditional past (‘what could have been’) [...]. [I]n the temporality of what was almost or not quite yet; or what was present and at the same time yet to come. It tries to represent the traces of the remains of the past, or the future yet to come, as if in the present. [...]
The Chimurenga Library and Pan African Space Station put the question this way: ‘Can a past that the present has not yet caught up with be summoned to haunt the present as an alternative?’ What would happen if we understood that what haunts from the past are precisely all those aspirations and actions – small and large, individual and collective – that oppose racial capitalism and empire and live actively other than on those terms of order. These living haunts are part of the past the present hasn’t caught up with yet. This is what I mean by the idea of the utopian margins – an alternate civilisation crossing time and place, accumulating a kind of cultural and political surplus, as Bloch called it. Julius Scott called it ‘the common wind.’
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Words of Avery F. Gordon. As interviewed by Brenna Bhandar and Rafeef Ziadah. “Revolutionary Feminisms: Avery F. Gordon.” As transcribed and published online in the Blog section of Verso Books. 2 September 2020. [Some paragraph breaks and contractions added by me.]
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pinkaboutit · 6 months
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psych0bunneh · 10 months
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I make stuff sometimes and I'm not very good yet and I'm r e a l l y s l o w but I get a little better and faster with every project. I'm making a new bag for myself right now. I thought I'd post some progress pics
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spaceyflowers · 2 years
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pt 1 <3
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coa4 · 1 month
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w the way the dlc got progressively better until se took noctis out back and old yellerd him, im sure episodes luna/aranea/noctis would have just been PEAK
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trekkerac · 2 months
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I based Flint of a previous oc... but now i'm basing that ocs redesign around Flint.
sometimes you just really love an oc
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keykidpilipili · 2 years
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Was thinking about how chronologically we never hear Lazy Afternoons post kh2 prologue and Sora didn't have that kinda of Lost-Innocence but this isn't true!!!
Destiny Islands never uses the KH1 field track anymore(mostly because it doesn't fit the mood) except in Coded and that's because it's Data Sora's starting line. Every other time starting Chain of memories it's a slower more melancholic track.
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gnaga37 · 11 months
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~10 minute sketch from this
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