Last Week I Joked That My Very Cerebral, Retired-police-chief-grandpa Is Basically Holt From Brooklyn

I think we should normalize nico smelling rancid. I read so many fics that are like “he smells like roses and ash~” literally how he hasn’t showered in three months and has been wearing the same jacket since he was 12.

Like when they find him in the jar, he most definitely did not smell good.

When they came home finally to defeat gaea? Oh he smelled HORRIBLE. Not only did he have the smell of blood, sweat, monster guts, dirt and mud- he also had whatever the fuck coach hedge put all over his body to keep him alive. Mother fucker probably smelled worse than a boys locker room during football season.

When he got to camp will probably took one damn sniff after patching up all his wounds and fucking fainted on the ground. The only reason the other seven + reyna and hedge didn’t react to his stank was because they too all had not showered in weeks. Percy and Annabeth went to TARTARUS they probably smelled RANK. Nico did too and even though he was in that damn jar he was probably sweating pro-fuckin-fusely like imagine being locked in a tiny space while you’re in literal hell.

Plus he’s depressed. Just adding that in there.

He wants to be TALL JASON!!!

Im having anger. Why is everyone like "ah, jason, the angry, volatile robin! Dick, the sweet golden child!" Like, no? Dick was probably the angriest robin? That was his whole deal? Revenge? And then, there on the other hand, Jason was a sweetheart. A book nerd who got perfect grades. Everyone who met Dick was afraid of him, of what he could do, of what he was. Everyone who met Jason loved him. He said Robin gave him magic.

Oh, and then Damian and Tim. "Damian is the scariest robin," absolutely not. You know who would terrify me? Tim Drake. I would do everything in my power not to anger him. The kid went toe to toe with Ra's al Ghul and won. He figured out who Batman was before he reached double digits. He's, like, the only one who's never died. That's a feat in and of itself. He has no weaknesses I could exploit. He has no regard for his own life. And he is not "sweet." Damian's is. Damian's the kind of person who rescues stray kittens. He's super protective. He has the biggest heart. His best friend is a kid who is 3 years younger than him. Tim is a bully and I love him for it but damn. Calm down. He's the kind of person who gets what they want, no matter what they have to do to get it. He will love you and you will hate him for it, cuz he'll be a bitch about it. Damian will curl up on your lap and draw you a picture. Tim will cut your arm off if you touch his stuff.

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

I’m the birb that gets embarrassed by her man

this is it.

this is the best tweet i’ve seen.

believe it or not, the concepts “the representation in rick riordan’s books is often incredibly lacking and even problematic at times” and “despite that, he still wrote representation when no one else was doing it and it appears to have been a sincere effort on his part” can both be true. yes, there are major issues with some characters and their writing like nico and samirah. but it seems to have been a genuine effort that just wasn’t researched enough. idk i didn’t explain it well enough but i hope the point got across.

The hottest thing I have ever seen.

I know like everyone is taking about the casting of Annabeth as black, which I'm more than ok with. but ever since she was cast, I know we've all seen the blatant racism, but I've also noticed art of white Annabeth (still a valid interpretation) or white cosplayers are getting flooded with comments along the lines of

"this is EXACTLY how I pictured Annabeth"

"this is MY Annabeth"

"the true Annabeth"

we all know what you are trying to communicate even if you aren't saying it directly. stop it.

and for everyone who is saying "I'd be just as upset is they casted a POC character as white!" I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you would.

but those characters race is important.

for representation.

for their background

it's important that Leo is Mexican because his grandfather went to a school for colored children, where he met Hazel.

it's important that Hazel is black because of the culture shock she gets when she comes to the 2000s in terms of racism.

it's important that Frank is Chinese because it is how he is decended from Neptune.

it's important that Piper is Cherokee because she carries all the lessons and parables she got from her uncle with her throughout her story.

it's not important that Annabeth is white because the only thing important about her appearance is that people underestimate her because of it. you know a demographic that is often disrespected and underestimated for their appearance? black people, especially black women.

Leah Jeffries is not a "diversity hire" and it absolutely disgusting behavior to say she is. she is a twelve year old girl who already has an acting career and worked hard to get where she is.

Leah, i can not wait to see what you'll do with Annabeth.

reminder that this exists