One time I read a fic where Charles was still able to feel his legs at this point, and it was only after Erik turned him over and moved him around that he lost feeling.
This was something that he never ever told Erik.
Just thought I’d ruin some of your lives you’re welcome.
Oscar was adopted as a kitten from an animal shelter and grew up in the third-floor end-stage dementia unit at Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island. The 41-bed unit treats people with Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease and other illnesses, most of whom are in the end stage of life and are generally unaware of their surroundings. Oscar was one of six cats adopted by Steere House, which bills itself as a “pet friendly” facility.
After about six months, the staff noticed that Oscar, just like the doctors and nurses, would make his own rounds. Oscar would sniff and observe patients, then curl up to sleep with certain ones. The patients he would sleep with often died within several hours of his arrival. One of the first cases involved a patient who had a blood clot in her leg that was ice cold at the time. Oscar wrapped his body around her leg and stayed until the woman died.In another instance, the doctor had made a determination of impending death based on the patient’s condition, while Oscar simply walked away, causing the doctor to believe that Oscar’s streak (12 at the time) had ended. However, it would be later discovered that the doctor’s prognosis was simply 10 hours too early: Oscar later visited the patient, who died two hours later.
Oscar’s accuracy led the staff to institute a new and unusual protocol: once he is discovered sleeping with a patient, staff will call family members to notify them of the patient’s (expected) impending death.
Most of the time the patient’s family has no issue with Oscar being present at the time of death. On those occasions when he is removed from the room at the family’s request, he is known to pace back and forth in front of the door and meow in protest. When present, Oscar will stay by the patient until they die, then after death will quietly leave the room.
i find this very interesting as this behavior seems common in many cats that reside in mental and nursing homes. Often sharing the bed of the soon to be deceased. In the ancient world cats were revered by many cultures, most famously Ancient Egypt, as guardians of the underworld, keepers of the gate of death, and sometimes even harbingers of death itself. This makes me wonder whether this behavior was observed during ancient times as well and perhaps prompted this belief and many practices surrounding it.
Supernatural Cast Impersonations
THESE GUYS ARE REALLY GOOD AT DOING EACH OTHER
That statement could be misconstrued.
That statement should be misconstrued.
THAT STATEMENT IS ONLY MISCONSTRUED IF YOU THINK I DON’T MEAN ANYTHING SEXUAL BY IT
“Derek, do it.” Stiles mutters.
“Don’t even think about it. I will slash his throat.”
“Stiles, don’t!” Scott shouts.
“Ah ah, don’t move,” Kali purrs and tightens her grip on Scott.
Derek doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t know what to do. In front of him Deucalion has Stiles, to his left there’s Kali with Scott and, finally, to his right, Ennis with Isaac. Which one? Deucalion asked him for what it feels like an eternity now. The clock is ticking and patience is not a virtue with these alphas. He learned that already; the hard way.
He hears steps behind him, but he doesn’t turn away from the scene.
“No…” Allison whispers.
She’s not alone. Ethan, Aiden and Lydia are with her.
“We’re too late!” Lydia says.
“We have an audience. Good. The final scene, Derek. Which final are you going to choose? The lost beta you adopted, the one you call brother, or this human you love so much?”
“How am I suppose to choose?” He grits between his teeth, barely even looking at them in the eyes. His pack, his family. The only thing that matters right now. And he’s about to lose it. Again.
“Maybe the prettiest one,” Kali says. “Let’s see… I was never a fan of blondes. Maybe you can spare that one. If you beg, maybe Ennis can make it quick?” She laughs, a dark and cold laugh. “I don’t know what you see in the human, but this one…,” she pets Scott’s hair, “I like this one.”
Beside him, Allison points an arrow at Kali. Right after, he hears Stiles choke as Deucalion tightens his grip.
“No! Stop!” Derek shouts.
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot! He’s the one in love with the hunter. Romantic. But so tragic…” Kali mocks. Derek can feel how Allison’s rage boils on the top of her skin as Kali’s claws travel around Scott’s body.
“Maybe three is too much,” Deucalion says. “What if we kill one and then you only have to choose between the remaining two?”
“Derek, I won’t miss the shot. I’ll get her right in the head,” Allison says, despite her emotions, her voice is remarkably steady.
“We can hear you. You know that, right?” Kali asks in a playful tone.
“She thinks this is a game.” Ennis says. Isaac is still unconscious.
Like a new set of soldiers, Ethan and Aiden move to each side of Derek. But it’s all in vain. Arrows, claws. None of it matters when the three people he cares the most will die in a millisecond the instant someone moves. He can’t choose.
god remember when naruto had an implied gay couple and it wasn’t just for comic relief
REMEMBER WHEN NARUTO REALLY ISN’T AS BAD AS SOME PEOPLE SAY IT IS
REMEMBER WHEN NARUTO IS ACTUALLY A REALLY SAD STORY OVERALL
REMEMBER WHEN THE ART AND ANIMATION WERE ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD TOO
the zabuza saga is still my favorite
#this is the first time Sam’s ever got hurt on a hunt, #and Dean is still so young and fresh-faced, #just turned nineteen and alone with Sammy in the hospital while John finishes the job, #and he looks down at his little brother, #so small and broken and bloody on the white sheets, #and he swears to himself, #he’ll never see Sammy like that again, #he’ll never let anything hurt Sammy like that again