I donated blood for the first time ever for #fiestamovement. EAT SH*T, NEEDLES.
During the Bubonic Plague, doctors wore these bird-like masks to avoid becoming sick. They would fill the beaks with spices and rose petals, so they wouldn’t have to smell the rotting bodies.
A theory during the Bubonic Plague was that the plague was caused by evil spirits. To scare the spirits away, the masks were intentionally designed to be creepy.
Mission fucking accomplished
Okay so I love this but it doesn’t cover the half of why the design is awesome and actually borders on making sense.
It wasn’t just that they didn’t want to smell the infected and dead, they thought it was crucial to protecting themselves. They had no way of knowing about what actually caused the plague, and so one of the other theories was that the smell of the infected all by itself was evil and could transmit the plague. So not only would they fill their masks with aromatic herbs and flowers, they would also burn fires in public areas, so that the smell of the smoke would “clear the air”. This all related to the miasma theory of contagion, which was one of the major theories out there until the 19th century. And it makes sense, in a way. Plague victims smelled awful, and there’s a general correlation between horrible septic smells and getting horribly sick if you’re around what causes them for too long.
You can see now that we’ve got two different theories as to what caused the plague that were worked into the design. That’s because the whole thing was an attempt by the doctors to cover as many bases as they could think of, and we’re still not done.
The glass eyepieces. They were either darkened or red, not something you generally want to have to contend with when examining patients. But the plague might be spread by eye contact via the evil eye, so best to ward that off too.
The illustration shows a doctor holding a stick. This was an examination tool, that helped the doctors keep some distance between themselves and the infected. They already had gloves on, but the extra level of separation was apparently deemed necessary. You could even take a pulse with it. Or keep people the fuck away from you, which was apparently a documented use.
Finally, the robe. It’s not just to look fancy, the cloth was waxed, as were all of the rest of their clothes. What’s one of the properties of wax? Water-based fluids aren’t absorbed by it. This was the closest you could get to a sterile, fully protecting garment back then. Because at least one person along the line was smart enough to think “Gee, I’d really rather not have the stuff coming out of those weeping sores anywhere on my person”.
So between all of these there’s a real sense that a lot of real thought was put into making sure the doctors were protected, even if they couldn’t exactly be sure from what. They worked with what information they had. And frankly, it’s a great design given what was available! You limit exposure to aspirated liquids, limit exposure to contaminated liquids already present, you limit contact with the infected. You also don’t give fleas any really good place to hop onto. That’s actually useful.
Beyond that, there were contracts the doctors would sign before they even got near a patient. They were to be under quarantine themselves, they wouldn’t treat patients without a custodian monitoring them and helping when something had to be physically contacted, and they would not treat non-plague patients for the duration. There was an actual system in place by the time the plague doctors really became a thing to make sure they didn’t infect anyone either.
These guys were the product of the scientific process at work, and the scientific process made a bitchin’ proto-hazmat suit. And containment protocols!
I’m not ashamed to say that I learned all of this from Assassin’s Creed.
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what really scares me is that i’m average i’m not really good at anything or really beautiful i’m going to live an average life with an average job an average income and die an average death with an average funeral and nobody is going to remember me
Van Gogh thought that too
And he got to meet the Doctor! So keep your head and/or your chin up, you’ll get there!
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People always have this idea that once a boy and a girl sleep on the same bed, something happened between the sheets. They say that boys will always be boys, and that it’s too hard for them to control themselves and most of the times it’ll lead to something sexual. But it’s not always like that. Isn’t it wonderful to think that these two people just sleep together, nothing more and nothing less, with no sex involved? Isn’t it nice to think that they didn’t do anything dirty, they just love to feel each other’s body heat and get lost in the sensations as their feet brush together? Isn’t it amazing to think that two people can just lay in bed together, just laying in bed, and the only thing they did is to talk about things until they fall asleep?
Physical satisfaction could actually be great. But sometimes, you don’t have to go overboard for you to be satisfied. As simple as sleeping together, that actually rocks. Enveloping yourself under the same blanket wherein you can smell their breathe and hear their heartbeat, I guess it can still give you the same chills just like in lovemaking. Though there are no physical things involved, your body so close with each other is enough. That’s more than enough. Sleeping together without any sexual contacts involved, well that’s one in a million. And it’s beautiful.
I can’t wait for this.
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and now for a session of tiny ukulele. ive been working on ‘love you much better’ by the hush sound but at this rate literally nobody would be convinced that i could love anyone better…especially my upstairs neighbours, who keep musterin around like they have half a mind to come yell at me to stop. soooo, tiny quiet ukulele.
I have a headcanon that the Queen from Tangled is a huge bookworm like her daughter Rapunzel and that books are (or were) her escape. For eighteen years, her books distracted her from the pain of losing her only child.
One step further:
What if she also read stories to the children at orphanages because she wanted the feeling of reading to a child? Then one day a little boy said how much he loved the Tales of Flynnigan Rider. And she gave him that book because he was so sweet. He was so grateful that he promised that one day he would pay her back. And he did.
This made me all warm and fuzzy. Thanks guys. -chuckles-
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A beautiful man.
Toby cheers me up every day.
He makes my day better, I’ll wake up, watch any new videos, and I’ll fall asleep listening to him play happy wheels or mine craft. I fall asleep better when someone talks to me.
He makes me try harder to make people smile all the time. Although how he manages to always seem so happy blows my mind.Source: penelopearmstrongfraser
I ORDERED PIZZA AND OPENED THE DOOOR WEARING MY CAMP TAKOTA SHIRT AND THE GUY DELIVERING THE PIZZA LOOKED AT MY SHIRT AND AFTER HANDING ME MY PIZZA AND ME PAYING HIM LOOKED AT ME AND WENT ‘HARTBIG IS MY OTP’ AND RAN OFF MY PORCH.
I AM DYING OF LAUGHTER. OH MY GOD.
THIS IS GREAT.