a meeting of creatures…

some context from Twitter preceding this historical and entirely uneventful moment

It’s practically every day I think of them. Credit to @shingworks on Twitter

something about that one narrow staircase in Spadina station is deeply haunting to me, what do we think?

I think if those fluorescent lights flicker even one time I'm gonna invent teleportation and clip through the wall Bethesda-style at the same time and the noises will NOT be dignified

#I'm getting those stairs pregnant#stairs

bruh

We've had nearly three thousand votes since this morning HOW is the vote still so fuckin even what the hell

there's like a day and a half left on this and the split is still unbelievably even

THOSE stairs??? You’re gonna get THOSE stairs pregnant?

Now THESE are some sexy staircases!

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

turnabout is fair play after all. :)

It’s not the needles that are the problem. It’s the people wielding them that I’m afraid of. If a phlebotomist or nurse isn’t competent, I get hurt, sometimes grievously in ways that scar forever. Have you ever had an IV infiltrate? I have. Have you ever had an anaesthesiologist be so right-handed she has to stick you multiple times because she has no idea how to stick the damn needle in a right arm? I have. Have you ever had someone come into the room where you are sleeping and take blood from you with no warning and no permission and not even bothering to wake you up? I have. Have you ever had a phlebotomist insist that they can’t “find” a vein inside your elbow and they “have” to stick you in the middle of the most sensitive part of your forearm, or the back of your hand, leaving you bruised all to fuck for days? I have.

You get real wary of anyone trying to IV you after this shit happens. Incompetent people with needles are a fucking menace and never receive any kind of consequences for their incompetence. It’s always the patient’s fault, it’s always the patient is “afraid of needles” fuck you I’m not afraid of needles I’m afraid of YOU not knowing what the FUCK you are doing with that needle. I am afraid of YOU not respecting me as a human person with rights. I’m afraid of YOU treating me like I’m not a human being but a dangerous rabid animal that has all the power when that is very much not the case.

If you can’t stick a needle in a right arm, you are incompetent. If you can’t find a vein in someone’s inner elbow, you are incompetent. If you don’t listen to the patient about their body, you should be removed from the medical profession. If you don’t understand the power dynamic is that YOU, THE PERSON HOLDING A SHARP OBJECT, are the one in power here, and get offended when patients are nervous, anxious, defensive, or otherwise not smiley and cheerful and tolerant of you, you do not have the disposition to be in SERVICE and should seek other employment.

"we want to protect the kids!!"

— in a way that will also protect them from their parents & guardians right?

"what"

— if a parent or guardian wanted to abuse their child, would what you're trying to do make it harder for them?

"..."

— *pulls out a chart that shows 76% of abused children were victimized by a parent or legal guardian* will what you're advocating for make it easier for the majority child abusers, which is overwhelmingly parents & guardians, to get away with abuse?

"idk what this has to do with anything we just want to restrict children's freedoms more & give parents more control over them. you know. to protect them from adults who want to abuse them"

Every. Single. Time.

"proship stuff is used to groom children!"

actually ANYTHING can be used to groom children and blaming grooming on anything but the groomer is the equivalent of victim-blaming.

"you should care about proship stuff because proship is inherently harmful!"

Thats victim blaming.

I guess we should have banned candy in the 1980s, amirite?

(My fellow Millennials who had to sit through Very Special Assemblies at school know exactly what I'm taking about.)

Remember kids, it will be a stranger in a white van who wants to give you candy or show you puppies, it totally won't be your parent/other family member/teacher/coach/religious authority...(Yanno, the actual most common perpetrators)

Stranger Danger was a hell of a drug. I was given this to watch when I was five:

https://youtu.be/fDE-IWxU2-A?feature=shared

"Don't wear necklaces or patches on your backpack that have your name! Then people who don't know you will know your name and be able to convince you to help them find their lost puppies."

Have a password with your family, so you know that randos who claim that your parents were in a terrible car crash and are at the hospital and that they're your uncle that you've never met and they're going to take you to the hospital where your parents are will be foiled! Because that specfic-ass scenario is super common! (This exact situation was described in multiple assemblies/specials.)

Similarly I was led to believe that being on fire (Stop, drop, and roll!) and escaping quicksand (float in your back and move very slowly!) would be significant and common dangers that I'd have to deal with.

The fire thing had basis in fact–there really are fewer housefires than there were when our parents were kids, and many fewer people get hurt or die in residential fires, because we got better at making houses safer to live in.

Not sure why the quicksand was a thing. I learned also how to survive a lot of stuff. Then again I was into stuff like Hatchet and Julie and the Wolves and those books of Amazing True Stories Of Survival. I think maybe quicksand was just… in a lot of movies and media as a hazard it was easy to create on a set??

do y'all remember when they found all that tf art in Osamu Tezuka's drawer post-mortem because I think about it often

anyway keep chasing your bliss and draw weird shit, god knows we need that right now