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Pirates of the Caribbean spoilers!!!!

I really think that Hector Barbosa is dead (even though I don’t like it). He’s death was so sad but at the same time meaningful it just made me cry. I also loved the fact that he was a father, only for some hours though. The main reason that I think he is dead is because of Jack’s line when he says “I have a reunion beyond the horizon” or something like that. I think he’s going to look for Hector just like everyone looked for him in the third movie

The Writer’s Guide to Burns, Part 1: Depth and Percentage

First, I would like to start this post with a little bit of a disclaimer. Burns are absolutely horrific things. They can destroy our sense of self, of even being able to see ourselves as truly human. They inflict pain in such types and amounts as to be mind-boggling, perhaps even debilitating. This series comes with content warnings for burns, childhood burns, pain, critical illness, ICU stays, and comparisons of human flesh to that of animals. Ultimately, it’s what we are.

A quick image search will turn up horrendously graphic images of people whose lives have been completely changed–some might use the word “destroyed”–by burns. I’m endeavoring to keep the images to illustrations, rather than actual photographs. I may succeed, I may not. I strongly recommend you do NOT search for these images. They’re absofuckinglutely horrific.

For my own part, I’ve collected people out of fires, and not all of them have lived. I’ve done my best to keep them alive and deliver them safely to the burn unit. I’ve also spent a brief amount of time rotating through the burn unit at a major, world-known medical center and have been fortunate enough to get lectures from their staff on a  couple of occasions.

Being exposed to people who’ve been burned like that changes you.

It changes the way you’re willing to perceive human lives. We are no longer indestructible. We are knit of flesh, and we roast, just like any other. We are so very, very fragile.

In this series of posts I will do my best to keep these memories out, to stick to the medicine and not the experience. But it may creep in around the edges.

So this series is dedicated to burn victims, to their families, and to the godsdamned courageous Burn ICU nurses and doctors who care for the most-badly burned. Thank you for all that you do.

Burn Depth and Degree

There are multiple ways to classify burns. However, I’ll use the two most common ones, which classify burns based on depth.

Burns are typically classified into degrees, which talk about how far into the skin burns go. I’ll go into detail after this handy illustration, courtesy of Medscape (WARNING: That linked slideshow contains graphic images).

Courtesy of Medscape.

First-degree burns are the least serious. They damage only the top layer of skin (the epidermis), and tend to come from the coolest sources around. The skin may turn red, and be painful, but won’t be permanently damaged. Humans can develop first-degree burns from thermal (heat) sources, or from UV radiation, such as a sunburn.

Second-degree burns are more serious. As you can see above, the dermis, the underlayer of the skin (which contains things like sweat glands and certain nerve endings). Burns like this may blister – this is a relatively reliable indication of a second degree burn.

I cannot overstate this enough: second degree burns are extremely painful, especially across large areas of the body.

Third-degree burns are burns that have made their way through the entire layer of the dermis and into the subcutaneous tissue. These are the burns that destroy underlying blood vessels and cause them to coagulate, that destroy nerve endings.

The tissue itself may look waxy and white in color, or it may char over or turn brown. It may gain a leathery appearance.

Third-degree burns may also continue to burn deeper, causing damage to the underlying muscle and even bone. Burns, under the right circumstances, can cause amputations, though these are rare.

One other thing  worth noting about 3rd-degree burns: the center of them doesn’t hurt, because the underlying nerves have been burned away. However, no 3rd-degree burn is isolated. Because that tissue retains heat, it will always burn the area around it. A third degree burn will always have a circumferential a second degree burn around it, and that second degree burn will hurt all to hell.

4th-6th degree burns: You may sometimes see people referring to burns as “4th degree” burns, all the way up to 6th degree burns. This is an older nomenclature; these numbers indicate burns below the depth of the skin, into the muscle tissue and underlying organs. But this is, at least in my service area, outdated terminology. Burns this deep are still categorized as 3rd degree.

Partial- and Full-Thickness Burns

This is an easier way of classifying burn depth. Partial-thickness burns only involve the epidermis and potentially part of the dermis layer – 1st and 2nd degree – while anything worse involves all of the dermal layers (3rd degree). The burn unit I’ve worked most closely with actually prefers this nomenclature, but the other is so well known I had to include it as well.

Common Burn Sources

Burns can come from one of several sources. They may be because of direct heat, such as in a house fire, or from a hot liquid splashing on someone. Critical burns have come from coffee cups and frying pans, especially in small children, who love to grab at things without understanding why grabbing the pot handle on the stove may be a terrible idea.

This blog does not give real world advice. However, if there are small children near you, turn your godsdamned pot handles IN on the stovetop. Childhood burns are preventable. Prevent them.

Yes, I’m willing to break a very strict blog policy I’ve had since day one for this. It’s that important, and it’s that simple. Don’t give them anything to grab.

The Rule of 9s

Estimating burn size is an inexact science, but we’ve sure tried! The Rule of 9 gives a quick estimate of “percent” of the burn – specifically, the percentage of the patient’s Body Surface Area that’s burned (%BSA in medslang).

The chart looks like this:

Image courtesy of WebMD

As you can see, each aspect of the body accounts for 9% of total body surface area, except for the genitals, which account for 1% of BSA regardless of configuration or size. As my EMS instructors like to say, even Ron Jeremy’s 1% is still only 1%.

So a person with complete circumferential burns of one leg would have burns over 18% BSA (Anterior: 9, posterior: 9; 9+9=18%). Meanwhile, if the burns encompassed the abdomen and anterior right forearm, their %BSA would be 13.5 (9% + 4.5%). A burn over the entire lumbar area, half the upper back, and entire left arm would have (9% + 4.5% + 9% = ) 22.5% BSA burns.

For smaller areas, the area of the patient’s palm is equivalent to 1% of BSA.

For writing, %BSA is only important as a throwaway comment, but it’s worth the quick math to figure out how much the character is burned so a medical character can sound like a smartypants. (“Mister Rogerthorn has full-thickness burns over 36% of his body” sounds quite official!)

That’s It for Part 1!

This post is running long, so we’re going to stop here for now. Next time on this series we’ll talk about burn first aid and field care, along with co-morbidities we might see (including inhalation burns and carbon monoxide poisoning).

Thanks so much for your time, and for your attention, and I’ll see you in Part 2!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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The Lost Girls

Request: Your the VP of an all-female MC and you all go to Charming, you and Jax fall for each other. 👯

THIS WILL BE MULTIPLE PARTS. Sorry this is a bit short. The next part will be longer and will be up soon. xx

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You had always been in love with the lifestyle. Your childhood had been filled with the constant roar of motorcycles and it was only inevitable that you’d end up being a part of the life. Motorcycle clubs had always had a certain stereotype. Big burly men with beards stuffed into leather that was clearly too tight. The Lost Girls were a little different, however. You were the VP of an all female motorcycle club. This life wasn’t cut out for everyone, it was a very specific type of lifestyle that asked for a lot. You must follow without question, trust without proof, and be someone people can depend on, always. But for you, it was everything you’d ever wanted. There’s a certain rush that comes when you flirt with danger. An adrenaline rush that comes with being affiliated with something so notorious and known world wide as the Hells Angels, the Bandidos, or the Sons of Anarchy. There’s a satisfaction that comes with being respected by the citizens or feared by them. There’s the knowing that so many people want to be you, to be where you are, but they never will be. But the thing that made you want it the most was something you had craved your whole life. A bond stronger than that of blood, a dedication to each other’s lives that most people would never understand. Your problems were everyone’s problems, and theirs were yours. It was loyalty, it was a sisterhood, it was a family. You hadn’t been VP for long, a little over a year maybe. But you were good at it. Your president was good too. You were both young, but you were already wise. Older members of the club respected you, both of you, but it hadn’t always been so easy. You had had to fight, to prove your worth, and you weren’t proud of the things you’d done to get to where you are. But your club was everything you were, everything you had left. Your father had been a member of a motorcycle club and both your parents had been killed by a rival gang. Maria Garcia had taken you in and raised you along with her own daughter. Ella was like a sister to you, and Maria hadn’t been pleased when both of you had joined the Lost Girls. She had fled her home years ago, when she found out she was pregnant, and her past had been filled with Club affiliations. She had raised Ella alone before taking you in as well, and despite all your promises to her she was still angry about you both being in the club. The club had a reputation, and despite being the only female MC in the state, you had made your mark. People feared you. They knew not to mess with you. You took what you were owed and nothing could stand in the way of the club getting whatever they wanted. You were notorious.

The wind blew through your hair as you pulled your helmet off. The street was quiet and you leant against your bike as you pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket. You had woken up to a missed call and a text from your President telling you to get to the clubhouse by 10. It was 9.30 now, and her bike wasn’t outside yet. “What’s going on?” You turned and smiled as you saw Scully walking out of the clubhouse. She was an older member of the club, and someone that you turned to when you needed to talk. Smoke left your lips as you exhaled with a shrug and you ran your hand through your hair. “No idea.” You said and stood straight. The sound of bikes roaring down the street caught your attention and you turned as four bikes came into view. You stood with Scully as the bikes stopped in front of your clubhouse and the women got off. Ella was the first to leave her bike and you smiled to her. You had always been close, and now that she was President and you were VP you were even closer. “What’s this about?” You asked her as she approached, her brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. “I dunno. But we’re about to find out.” You followed her gaze and saw her mothers car pull up in front of the clubhouse. “Ma called this?” You asked as you dragged on your cigarette. Ella nodded and sighed. “Says she needs to talk.” You exchanged a look with her and turned to watch the older woman get out of her car. The whole club loved Maria. She was a mother figure to many, and to the older members she was a trusted friend. She had never approved of her daughter being a part of this lifestyle but she had accepted that no matter what she said Ella wouldn’t leave. So she had done what she could do to embrace the club. Everyone respected her, asked her for advice, for comfort, and she loved each of you just as much. The rest of the club arrived and you all entered the clubhouse together. The Lost Girls weren’t a big club, there was only two charters, and the few nomads. Your charter had only 9 members, and a few prospects. But it was enough, and when you were together you were unstoppable.

“Whats going on Ma?” Ella asked as she sat in her seat at the head of the table. It was the three of you in the room, Ella, Maria and yourself. The rest of the club would join once you knew what was going on. Maria sighed and looked at her daughter lovingly. “Its always been you and me, my Ella.” She smiled and turned to you. “Until you came along.” You smiled warmly at the woman who had raised you and you wondered where this was heading. “There’s a reason I wanted you to stay away from this life. But it was naive of me to think I could stop you. Its in your blood.” Ella frowned slightly and looked at her mother. “What do you mean?” Maria sighed again before continuing. “When I found out I was pregnant I ran. Your father never knew. You never asked about your father, and I thank you for that. Its always been painful for me. But its time that you knew.” You exchanged a glance with Ella. “Ella when you were born I gave you your fathers last name. He was a good man, he never deserved not to know you. But I was scared. I had to protect you.” “Ma what are you saying?” Ella asked. She laid her hands on the table and leant towards her mother. “His name was Marcus. Marcus Alvarez. He was a member of a club, the Mayans. I haven’t heard from him since I left that town, he never knew where I went, or why. He still doesn’t know about you. But I got a phone call last night. It wasn’t him, it was from is cousin. But he’s in trouble, and I think he could use your help.” Ella watched her mother carefully before she spoke. “My father was in a club?” She asked quietly. Maria nodded and smiled warmly towards her daughter, as her eyes filed with tears. “Hes the president of the Mayans.” She said. “Thats why your so good at what you do, its in your blood.” Ella smiled before glancing towards you. You nodded your approval and she turned back to her mother. “You want us to help him?” She asked her. Maria smiled and reached out to squeeze her daughters hand. She nodded slowly before speaking. “I want you to know who your father is.” The women smiled to each other and you stood to let the rest of the members in. They took their seats and watched their President carefully. After explaining to them what her mother had said Ella paused to look at you. You nodded reassuringly and she took a deep breath. “So what does this mean?” Ruth asked from across the table. “It means we’re going to Charming, California.”

Being Negan’s daughter would include:

-Negan being super protective over you, his only thing to remember his late wife, your mother.

-Going on runs with your dad and him letting you take back whatever you wanted to The Sanctuary.

-Everyone in The Sanctuary bowing to you because you had just as much respect as your father did, no question about it.

-Simon being like a second father to you, Dwight like a brother, but no one would ever be as good as your dad.

-Negan putting you as his top priority, over his people, over his countless wives, over everything.

-Anyone who tries to harm you gets a swift greeting with Lucille.

-Negan allowing you to take the first swing.

-Cute father/daughter bonding moments where he tells you how much he loves you whilst holding you to his side.

-No man would ever be good enough for you in his eyes, to him you were an angel, and if anything were to try and take you away, it would break his heart.

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First go at headcanons, let me know if you want anything else and I’ll happily cook something up.

Much love xoxo

189. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” J. LETO

“Come on!” Jared yells up at me from the bottom of the stairs. 

“I’ve got a lot of stuff, I am coming though!” I yell right back.

I hear him run up the stairs and he stops when he sees me, he lets out a laugh and pinches the bridge of his nose, “We aren’t camping out, we are just going for a hike.” He laughs again.

He comes to my side and takes the large backpack off my back and takes the duffle bag off my shoulder, I let out a sigh of defeat.

“What if we get hungry? Or hurt? I have a full first aid kit in there.” I motion to the slumped over backpack.

“I’ve got a few snacks, we will not be gone that long and it’s a hiking trail, you won’t get hurt.” He grabs my arm and I follow him down the stairs. 

We get in his car and he occasionally laughs at my overpacking as we drive to the middle of nowhere. I have never been hiking or camping or anything like that, I grew up in the city and I stayed there. Jared had been wanting me to go hiking with him and his few friends for a while now but I figured I would embarrass myself so I turned him down each time until I finally told him I’ll go with just him for the first time and after that I’ll consider going with a group. So, thats where we are now. 

We pull up in a designated parking area and it’s pretty empty. I can see a few different trail start out and then they wind up into the mountains, the view is incredible though and the colors of the mountains are far better in person than any of Jared’s pictures. I take a deep breath in and it’s almost like I can taste the air, it’s like being in a whole new world.

“Beautiful.” I whisper out and I look over at Jared. 

His eyes are dark and low, he is breathing heavy already and I can tell exactly what he is thinking but I chose to ignore it. 

“Let’s get going! I wanna see the view from the top!” I grab onto his hand and head to one of the trails with a green arrow. 

We begin our hike, it starts out pretty easy. Jared is pointing out different plants and some few animals we see, he tells me a few stories from the hikes he goes on with his friends and I can only imagine how steep those mountains get. Jared rubs my back a few time as we make our way up and continue on our conversation, he lets me in on what he wants the next album to be like and the sounds he is looking for, where he wants to tour and how he wants me to go with. We finally reach the top of the mountain about an hour later, I take in a deep breath trying to hide the fact that I’m out of breath. Jared hands me a bottle of water and i take a few sips before walking closer to the edge with him. I grip his hand tighter than normal, but I soon ease up and the view becomes overwhelming.I can’t see a single person from the height but I can see the tops of the trees, I can hear the wind wresting with the branches and leaves and I close my eyes waiting for it to hit my skin. 

“Wow.” I breathe  out. 

“Yeah.” he whispers back and wraps his hand around my waist. 

I lean in close to him and rest my head on his shoulder as we stand there looking out above the trees. His hand runs up and down my sides and he squeezes me closer, I let out a slight grunt and he laughs in reply. He uses his other hand and lifts my chin so I am looking into his bright blue eyes, he leans in close enough for me to feel his breath against my lips and I close my eyes waiting for him to make the final move.He does, his soft lips press against mine and like always a shiver runs through my body. It never fails when he kisses me. He trails his fingers slowly down my neck, over my collarbone, over my chest and down my stomach, he dips his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and waits there. He goes to pull away from out kiss and I bite his bottom lip before he gets away, I open my eyes and watch a small smirk appear on his face. His gaze meets mine and his eyes are much darker now, his gestures and more rough. 

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” I whisper against his lips.

He leans in towards my neck and I extend it in the opposite direction giving him more room, his tongue touches my skin first as he rolls circles over the same spot before sucking that same spot between his lips. 

“Who said anything about a bed.” He gently bites down and I can’t help but moan in response, he bites down a little harder and I grab onto his hand that is resting at the waist on my leggings and push his hand further down. 

I can feel him smile against my neck as his teeth release me, his hand digs deeper into my pants until his fingers are pressing against my clit. 

“No underwear huh?” He kisses my lips harder this time.

I part my lips and his tongue gladly slides in, our tongues roll over each others and his finger runs circles against my clit. The more our kiss builds the more pressure he adds and I moan into his mouth and he groans back, his hips press against my leg and I can feel how hard he is already. I reach my hand down into his pants and begin stroking his growing member, he groans quietly into my ear and I can feel myself get wetter from the sound. He slides one finger in and I dig my nails into his shoulder, I stumble back a few steps and he quickly takes his hand away and grabs my waist. 

“You ok?” A smile appears on his face. 

I nod quietly and he guides me backwards until I’m against a large boulder, his hands slip down the sides of my leggings pulling them down to my ankles. 

“Jared.” I whisper and he looks up at me, “What if someone sees us!” I scan the area before looking back down at him. 

He runs his fingers up and down my slit and I bite back a moan watching him, “No one ever comes on these trails and we will be able to hear them.” He places a kiss on my slit, “As long as you’re quiet that is.” 

Before I can answer his tongue is pressing inside me and I lean my head back against the boulder, my one hand grabs onto the boulder and the other tangles in his hair below me. He begins flicking his tongue over my clit and I let out a moan louder than expected, he lets out a laugh against me and the vibrations run through my body letting another loud moan echo through the mountain. He places his thumb against my clit and he comes back up to kiss me, his tongue enters my mouth and he groans knowing I can taste myself. 

“Lets see how fast my little slut can get me off.” He turns me around and presses himself against me.

I place my forearms against the boulder and arch my back giving him a perfect angle, he grabs a fist full of my hair and tugs it back creating a deeper arch. I let a scream that I cut short by biting down on my bottom lip as he rams himself in me. He holds himself steady for a second trying to let me adjust to his width, he pulls out and slides in slower this time. Feeling every inch of him move in and out of me with each thrust he gives I moan back. His other hand gripping my waist while he keeps a firm tug on my hair, his thrusts are hard and constant. 

“Fuck, you are so wet!” He groans out as he keeps pounding his hips against me. 

He moves his hand from my hips to my shoulder creating less of a movement, every thrust he gets deeper and I can feel myself dripping down my leg. 

“Daddy!” I moan out as my words are hiccuped with his movements.

I begin to massage my clit as I feel my orgasm approaching, he can feel my tighten around him and he moans loudly into my back.I scream out to him again and he covers my mouth and pulls harder on my hair, I close my eyes tight and scream out against his hand. I feel my hips jerk uncontrollably against him as my orgasm works through me and I can feel him pulsing inside of me.He bites into my back as he finishes his high and he slowly pulls out of me. 

“Fuck.” I whisper as I rest forward against the boulder.

He stands back and adjusts himself back in his pants and then he kisses the backs of my thighs before pulling my leggings back up. I turn around and lean back, I close my eyes and shake my head with a slight laugh.

“What?” Jared questions and kisses my forehead.

“We have to walk back down.” I laugh a little harder. 

“We didn’t think this through but I’ll carry you if I have to.” He laughs with me.

I groan as I stand up and come to his side, he wraps his arm around my waist as we cautiously make our way back down the mountain. His grip on my waist tightens as my knees occasionally give out in the steeper parts, we both laugh and he kisses my temple each time as a sorry. 

“We make it down this mountain in one piece and I’ll make you any meal you want for dinner tonight.” He groans as he catches me as my foot slips.

I laugh out of embarrassment, “Pancakes. My last meal, I want pancakes.”

“You got it baby girl.” Another laugh escapes his lips as he catches me from slipping again.

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Honey Badger Don't Care

Found this little nugget:

“It is ironic how often Hufflepuff is underestimated, given that its mascot is one of the most dangerous animals in the world. The African honey badger is known for being impervious to bee stings (with African bees being among the most toxic on the planet), are known for being able to fend off and reduce snakes to shredded flesh, and a single African honey badger is able to kill three lions on its own.”