Draculaura's a vegan vampire who faints at the sight of meat or mention of blood, Clawdeen isn't a rampaging bloodthirsty maneater, and Cleo de Nile isn't a desiccated corpse, but Frankie Stein is still made of other people's body parts and Ghoulia (and other zombies) still eat brains, so where is the line drawn?
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forensic science class shenanigans
In Junior Year (3rd) of High School I took a forensic science class. Normally classes had around 30 kids, but this was a new class at the school so there was only 15 weirdos in this one.
Loved the class, loved the teacher, learned a lot. Here's what happened.
Found out how absolute shit human memory is
Found out what bugs will eat me when I die
CUE existential crisis
Talked A LOT about geometry and what blood spatters can tell you
Talked about how if you purposely use your nondominant hand to kill someone, you can tell they are using the wrong hand. (with blood spatter patterns)
Laughed about criminals' stupidity
Laughed about police's stupidity
Put fiber and our own hair under a microscope
Was able to (fairly) accurately determine if classmates had EVER dyed and/or bleached their hair before.
Got to find out that my town is into choking, they just aren't good at doing it safely.
CUE existential crisis
Got to hold a brain (a real one, VERY wrinkly VERY textured)
Got to hold a swollen heart (some sort of heart disease)
Got to hold lungs (VERY spongey)
Get to touch fat (slimy and greasy, ew)
CUE existential crisis
Decided I never wanted to smell formaldehyde EVER AGAIN
Got to collect evidence from a real crime scene my teacher put together for us in an empty class room.
There were bloody footprints from shoes she borrowed from a fellow teacher.
Gave a presentation on who was the culprit and why for our final.
In the presentation my friend presented the last few slides
At the same time as the presentation, a Senior event was happening (involving the whole school) so I'm Feeling 22 played over the loud speakers during our presentation.
As my friend was finishing the slide the song was on full blast so the end of our presentation went like:
"And Mr. C took the hammer," EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT "and he swung once," IF WE JUST KEEP DANCING "twice, three times!" LIKE WE'RE TWENTY TWO-O-O
Thanks Taylor, you really enhanced our forensic science final lol
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I need to put this into the world, but Gale's abs don't bother me...or more like I can get why they're there for 2 reasons; 1) I've heard enough stories about those who strive for what are essentially show abs to know they can actually be weak af. I had brothers in sports during the 90s, I have witnessed things. and 2) Um...this is darkish, darker?
but I figured he always made his body into what Mystra wanted. With his people pleaser personality, it tracks. Particularly when you see the Drow twins and realize that he is not exactly comfortable with himself and he's uncomfortable with the whole situation. Being depressed for a year pre-game could've made him double down on his needing to look perfect for Mystra mindset in part as an additional form of punishment.
Anyways, fuck Mystra.
This is all headcanon bs and, as a plus-sized person, I am in full support of pudgy Gale and especially post game I have healed pudgy Gale. Let him be fat! And let it be utterly joyful as well!
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When Best Friends Meet - Part 1
8 year old Rebecca Fuller pouted angrily as she sat on a chair outside the principal's office. "It wasn't my fault that stupid brat got her nose broken. She shouldn't have been so mean in the first place." Rebecca grumbled under her breath. She knew she would get some trouble with her parents for breaking a kid's nose and nearly exposing her powers, but they wouldn't be as mad when they learned why their daughter did it. "Rebecca honey, people only get respect from you when they give it. There are times when violence is about the only solution you can give." Rebecca smiled at what her mother always told her. She was a good kind hearted woman but knew how to dish out a mean left hook herself when defending herself or others. Rebecca was brought out of her thoughts when she saw a boy with a bloody mouth walk to the chair next to her and sat down with it. He had a paper towel in his hand that was already becoming covered with blood as well. Rebecca winced in sympathy. 'Poor kid probably fell or got pummeled by a bully.' She usually didn't judge people by their appearances, but this kid was the definition of scrawny. He didn't' have any muscles and was only a few inches taller than Rebecca. He was wear brown shorts and a button up blue shirt coupled with a bow tie. This kid didn't look intimidating at all and couldn't even hurt a fly. Rebecca noticed to her surprise the boy wasn't crying or had any other bruises on his face nor arms. He was just sitting their patiently, minding his own business as he stared at his shoes. Rebecca's curiosity soon got the better of her so she decided to talk to the kid. "So did you already go to the nurse's office yet?" Rebecca asked. The boy seemed startled by Rebecca's voice and turned to face his seatmate with a confused expression. "What?" The boy asked. "I said, did you already go to the nurse's office before you came here?" Rebecca asked again. The boy just blinked at her, still looking confused. "I never went to the nurse's office. I'm not sick or hurt." The boy explained. This time it was Rebecca's turn to be confused. "Huh? The how did you get all that blood on your mouth?" Rebecca inquired. The boy seemed to hesitate before he responded. "I bit a kid's finger off and their blood squirted on my mouth." The kid explained in a low tone. Rebecca's eyes widened. "What? There is no way you were able to bite kid's finger off." Rebecca exclaimed, very doubtful of what she was hearing. Before the boy could respond, he began to cough violently. Rebecca began to panic as the boy seemed to be trying to hack something up, as if he was choking on something. Quickly, Rebecca hit the boy on his back not too hard, but hard enough to help him spit out whatever he was choking on. It worked as the boy spit something out mid-cough which landed on the floor near their feet. Rebecca's eyes now became wide as saucers as she saw a severed finger covered with saliva lying flat on the ground. The boy turned to look at Rebecca with an unbothered expression. He shrugged as if saying "I told you." There was a tense moment of silence before Rebecca found her voice. "Holy cow you really bit off someone's finger!" She whispered in stunned amazement. The boy just gave a slight nod. "Yep." He casually replied. Rebecca looked at the boy with a determined expression. "How in the world did you bite someone's finger off?" She demanded wanting answers. The boy fidgeted a bit, he had a slight stormy look as he recalled the incident. "I didn't mean to bite the kid's finger off. They were being a bully, making fun of my appearance. I tried ignoring them. They then called me a bad word. They said I was this bad word because I had two dads. That their own parents said my dads and I were this bad word as well as disgusting. I got so angry I bit there finger. I think I bit too hard." The boy grumbled with an angry expression. "I only bite people that make me mad and that kid really made mad. The teacher didn't see what happened just heard the kid screaming his head off."
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There is one part in Agrippina: The Most Extraordinary Woman of the Roman World that I really dislike.
So I get to the part where Britannicus dies. I'm wondering what the book would say about it. I know Emma Southon used Anthony Barrett's biography of Agrippina, and he argued in favour of death by natural causes (he was also the person who said that Britannicus' body darkening after death was a sign that he died of tetanoid epilepsy). So I was interested to see what she would say about it.
And then I get to it, and I'm very very disappointed.
There is, of course, always a question hanging over any imperial murder: was it really murder? Some people have tried to argue that Britannicus really did die of epilepsy because his body turned dark after death, a sign of death by tetanoid epilepsy, and epilepsy was not uncommon in the Julio-Claudian family tree. Those arguments, however, tend to overlook the fact that tetanoid epilepsy is a model for inducing seizures in rats, not an actual form of epilepsy.
What.
WHAT!?
The main problem is in the last sentence. Where it is said that tetanoid epilepsy is "a model for inducing seizures in rats and not an actual form of epilepsy."
That is completely wrong, but I understand where the confusion probably came from. I've done some googling and it appears that there is a tetanus toxin model of epilepsy. So I'm assuming that there was a mix-up here. When you hear tetanoid, you think of tetanus.
Tetanoid epilepsy is a very very outdated term. It was already obsolete at least 20 years before Anthony Barrett used it, so I'm wondering why he used it at all. But, a long time ago, tetanoid epilepsy was considered an "actual form of epilepsy." It's just that nowadays we use different words to describe what used to be described as tetanoid epilepsy.
I don't like how the argument was so quickly dismissed because of a mix-up. Yes, there are some pretty solid counterarguments against Anthony Barrett, but this one is not one of them.
I'm planning to maybe talk to Emma Southon on Twitter (I mean X) about this. She has her username at the back of the book.
Anyway, I just want you guys to know about this because I'd feel sad and blame myself if any of you read this book and got misinformed about Britannicus.
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