There’s this feeling I sometimes get watching humans do the cool things that humans have been doing for thousands of years. It makes my chest expand and my heart thud and I love it. I love this.
How many times do you think Peggy has looked at a no-win scenario in her life and said those exact words?
Growing up she learned she could either be a mother or a wife. Trying to help the war effort she learned she could either be a nurse or work in weapons production. In 1946 she was told she could either become a glorified secretary or find a job outside intelligence.
Peggy Carter spends her entire life finding ways to circumvent the box. She’s looked society in the face, and over and over again she’s challenged it, questioned it, and outsmarted it, even triumphed over it. And it’s because she has the audacity, always, to raise her eyebrow and refuse to be silenced, and because she isn’t ever too afraid to ask the question that matters to her most: and these are your only two options?
This is glorious because, well… I know women like this. We all do. We all know women who look at the shit choices life has given them and say: Are these my only options? I will make my own then. And this is why Peggy is my fav. She is kick ass and brilliant and walks into a room and everyone turns. But also she is a hero that I can relate to, believe in, strive to become. She looks at the world around her and says, I want better, I deserve better and she changes the rules of the game. And while she’s doing it, she’ll inspire you to do the same for yourself.
Now that’s a hero I’ll follow into battle any day, because she’s real and if I watch her closely, she’ll teach me how to lead the next time.
the thought of aziraphale being in Crowley’s flat and seeing that fucking statue every single time he’s there. like hi crowley, oh there’s the statue of us fucking that you thought was subtle enough to be an intimidation tactic but is clearly just a product of your sexual frustration and 6000 years spent pining. lovely. shall we eat at the Ritz today?
What if it was a mutual purchase that they bought while drunk one time at an auction because they both thought it would be hilarious, and now a few hundred years later it’s still in Crowley’s flat because they have an unspoken competition over which of them will mention how awkward it is first
For anyone else who was initially confused like I was lol
How to determine if a kids injury is serious or not
offer them “medicinal chocolate” if they stop crying it’s fine if they carry on crying/refuse the chocolate then it’s serious
From age two apparently^^
Oh wow I never heard this one.
German edition: offer the kid to blow away the pain. If it’s better afterwards it’s okay, if they refuse or still screaming it’s serious
Also a lot healthier than giving your kid chocolate everytime they cry tbh
It’s not everytime they cry it’s only if they get injured and you’re unsure if it’s serious because they are screaming but you can’t tell if they are overreacting or not
For things that are clearly a minor bump we give kisses instead
And before anyone thinks if a kid is screaming it’s not an over reaction
My kid fell off their bike and skinned their knee. Just skinned it that’s all and they went into full on scream/crying hysterical because it was bleeding and they hadn’t had an injury where they bled within their memory
It wasn’t so much the pain as the blood that made them hysterical.
In that case we could see it wasn’t serious but the chocolate helped them calm down and then I got them to tell me about Terraria until they were calm and their wound was dressed
It was absolutely an overreaction to a skinned knee but it was also an understandable one
Kids don’t have experience or pain tolerance we do and sometimes it’s hard to tell if it’s something that requires a trip to the hospital or not
Kids don’t have experience or pain tolerance we do
This is important….we’ve had 20+ years of injuries and can compare some pain to other pains and be like this doesn’t hurt nearly as much as this other thing that happened. Pain is an experience that’s new to kids, especially little ones. Some overreactions are to be expected
There is a good chance that whatever just happened is literally the worst thing that has ever happened to them
This also applies to emotional pain.
They have not had the experiences that build emotional resilience yet, so it’s only normal that they will have a hard time with things we consider to be trivial. They may be trivial to us, but, as with physical pain “Whatever just happened is literally the worst thing that has ever happened to them”
Kids don’t have experience or pain tolerance we do
Also, part of parenting is TEACHING your children when it IS That Big of a Deal and how they need to be cared for when that’s happening.
A lot of people who were abused and neglected have broken meters for this sort of thing.
I remember several circumstances where my ex-mother did not believe me about an injury or an illness being That Serious (like when I sprained my knee when I was 12 and it wouldn’t support my weight, or leaving me home alone when my fever was at 102+ for a week because I had the flu).
So when I was living on my own and first broke a bone at age 20, I was like “Well, my mom always said it would REALLY HURT A LOT if I broke a bone, so I guess because this isn’t THAT bad, I guess I’ll just elevate it. Huh. That’s swelling like *A LOT*. Definitely need to elevate it longer”.
Or “I’ve been running a fever and I’m unsteady on my feet, but I can still totally do household chores, even though I’m borderline hallucinating!” – which happened too many times to count, though after I moved in with Flamethrower she threatened to sit on me if I didn’t rest. (I have SLOWLY gotten better at this.)
If you take care of your children APPROPRIATELY when they are sick and injured, they learn how and when to take care of THEMSELVES later on!
As someone who’s worked a bit with kids, for something like a skinned knee – get them to sluice it. Get them to apply the antiseptic. Get them to place the bandaid. Do y’all remember how much it hurt when an adult just stuck their fingers in your open wound? If the kid is old enough and isn’t completely hysterical, you’re giving them control over their own care. It’s still going to hurt, but they can be as gentle applying that care as they need to be for their own comfort. Be there, handing them stuff and guiding them, but you’d be surprised how quickly kids can calm down and self regulate if the treatment is in their control. I did this with a kid who wiped out on her bike on the gravel out the front of my house. I think she was maybe nine, and she was screaming bloody murder. I ran outside, checked the kids were on their own (they were) and grabbed supplies to help. While her big sister raced to the camp ground to get her parents, I talked the kid through cleaning up her own knee. By the time the parents came running (from about a block away), she was calm and had stopped crying and was more or less okay. And I was someone she’d never met before. I asked her name, I told her mine, reassured her it was going to be okay, and I passed her sterile water, antiseptic cream and bandaids as she needed them. Being proactive about her own care helped her. We all handle stress and pain better if there’s something we can do about it.
I survived Ikea. We now have non-gross chopping boards, and a new, non-broken sofa arrives Wednesday.
Star-struck Interviewer: “You must miss the good old days.”
Steve Rogers: “I grew up in a tenement slum. Rats, lice, bedbugs, one shared bathroom per floor with a bucket of water to flush, cast iron coal-burning stove for cooking and heat. Oh, and coal deliveries – and milk deliveries, if you could get it – were by horse-drawn cart. One summer I saw a workhorse collapse in the heat, and the driver started beating it with a stick to make it get up. We threw bricks at the guy until he ran away. Me and Bucky and our friends used to steal potatoes or apples from the shops. We’d stick them in tin cans with some hot ashes, tie the cans to some twine, and then swing ‘em around as long as we could to get the ashes really hot. Then we’d eat the potato. And there were the block fights. You don’t know what a block fight was? That’s when the Irish or German kids who lived on one block and the Jewish or Russian kids who lived on the next block would all get together into one big mob of ethnic violence and beat the crap out of each other. One time I tore a post out of a fence and used it on a Dutch kid who’d called Bucky a Mick. Smacked him in the head with the nails.”
knitting in the dark 