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STROKE: Remember The 1st Three Letters… S.T..R … My friend sent this to me and encouraged me to post it and spread the word. I agree. If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. STROKE IDENTIFICATION: During a party, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. (they offered to call ambulance) They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid’s husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00pm , Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the party . Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don’t die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead. It only takes a minute to read this… STROKE IDENTIFICATION: A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke…totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough. RECOGNIZING A STROKE Remember the ‘3’ steps, STR . Read and Learn! Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke. Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions : S * Ask the individual to SMILE .. T * = TALK. Ask the person to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently) (eg ‘It is sunny out today’). R * Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS . If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call the ambulance and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher. NOTE : Another ‘sign’ of a stroke is 1. Ask the person to ‘stick’ out their tongue. 2. If the tongue is ‘crooked’, if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke. A prominent cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved. And it could be your own.

First reblog post that actually saves a life.

This is a life-saving post.

the more you know

yeah don’t think that this can’t happen to you or someone you know if they’re young. my cousin’s wife is 33 and she had a stroke last year

I’ve had a stroke. It happens to people, and the more you know about this kind of stuff, the better.Because it could be important to know.

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LIVE SAVING. WOOOAHH. REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG 

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Had a family member almost die of one, so signal boosting because you never know when you could save a life.

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Because I feel bad if I don’t reblog…

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My mother died after being paralyzed by a stroke. Please read this^

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I remember a while ago here in UK there were stroke-identifying adverts. Their catchphrase was FAST:

F- Face: is their face fallen on one side?

A- Arms: can they raise both their arms up and hold them there?

S- Speech: is their speech slurred? Can they speak a full sentence?

T- Time: if all the signs show a stroke, call 999.

We managed to save my nana with this information when she had her first stroke. 

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Just had a friend suffer a stroke while on vacation. She is thankfully on the mend and back home.

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Always worthy of a reblog. Please take heed of this information. It could determine whether someone stays on this side of the ground or winds up on the other. 😬

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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

As it's my 8 year tumblr anniversary, here is a chapter from my ao3 work in progress Oswald Takes the Bullet and Jim Bites it. Hope you like it.

A Uniform Decision

Oswald arrived back at the apartment feeling weary and a tad shaken,  but relieved to be home and really looking forward to seeing his fiance again.

“Jim!” he called.   “Jim, dear!  I’m home!”

He received no answer, but scented the appetising smell of goulash wafting through from the kitchen.

“Mmmm, things are definitely looking up!”  he thought.

Whenever Jim made the effort to cook up a goulash he knew he was in for an especially amazing evening. 

He took off his coat and jacket and hung them on the coat stand in the hallway.  He unknotted and took off his tie and unfastened the top two buttons of his wing collar.  Now he could start to breathe again.

He hobbled into the kitchen and found the goulash simmering away merrily in the slow-cooker.  Jim had set it on a low heat to keep it warm.  

Oswald picked up the oven mitt and lifted the lid on the pot.  The smells coming from the fragrant steam and the sight of the generous pieces of meat and vegetables bubbling around in the rich red wine sauce made his mouth water and his heart feel much lighter.  Jim really was spoiling him tonight!  And he needed that so much….

He replaced the lid and then he became aware of Jim’s presence behind him.  His man was very light on his feet but Oswald could always detect that he was there by the smell of the  cologne his fiance habitually used.  He turned round to find Jim standing there looking at him with a mischievous expression and a twinkle in his eyes.

“Jim!  Am I glad to see you….” he exclaimed excitedly, then stopped mid-sentence and stood open-mouthed with astonishment as he saw what his favourite police detective was wearing.

 “Oh….Jim….”  He looked him over fleetingly - and then checked him out again - a lot more slowly and closely….

Jim had put on his old cop’s uniform.  This was a very unexpected turn of events, and a very welcome one too…. 

“Surprise!  Do you like it?” Jim gave Oswald a boyish smile.  “I mean - ahem…” 

Jim stood back, put his hands on his hips and gave Oswald a look of mock severity.

“Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, you have the right to remain….”  

He paused for a second for dramatic effect.

“....sexy!”  he completed, with a wink and a great big dazzling smile.  He fingered the handcuffs suspended from his utility belt and jiggled them suggestively. 

“Do I like it?  I Iove it - of course.  You’re wearing it!  Oh, Jim - you look so….well, cute in that uniform!  And I love that you read me my rights as well.  That was a very good touch and I like the way you adapted it just for me!”  Oswald’s eyes sparkled with joy and his dimples grew.

“Glad you liked that part. I thought it was more appropriate for you than the official version.”  Jim grinned.  “And….do you really like to see me wearing this uniform,  Ozzy?”

“How could I not?  That colour really sets off your eyes.  And the way it fits you….it’s very...erm….cosy....almost like a second skin!”  He looked over Jim admiringly again to emphasise his point. ”And, speaking of ‘skin’, Jim dear - I notice that you have had  

a shave since we parted this morning.”

“Yeah, I have - do you mind, sweetheart?”

“No, not at all!  Anyway, it does go better with the uniform - which as I just said, looks very fetching on you!”

Jim bit his lip, furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.   Oswald was right - he had felt that this outfit called for a clean shaven face.    Besides, in spite of Oswald’s liking for his bounty hunter persona, Jim knew that he had been giving his little lover some terrible friction burn in some pretty sensitive places whenever they got ‘up close and personal’ - which, of course,  happened very frequently….

“Well, I’m glad you like me in this,  Oz,” he smiled gratefully.  “Barbara told me the uniform looked silly.  She was glad to see the back of it.”

“Whereas I am glad to see you back IN it - get it?!”  Oswald quipped, grinning impishly.  Jim groaned.

“And by the way, Jim dear - Barbara was, is, and always will be -  an idiot!”  Oswald continued indignantly.   “You look so handsome in it.  Very - erm - ARRESTING, in fact!”  

“Oh - ha ha, I see - ‘arresting’.  Very funny, Oz.” Jim rolled his eyes and grimaced good humouredly.

“Sorry - couldn’t resist that one!” Oswald shrugged.

“But James, please promise me you’ll only ever put that uniform on for me - in private - and for no-one else?”   

Jim straightened up and stuck out his manly chest, soldier-style.  “Yes, Mr Cobblepot,  sir.  I promise.”  

“Good.”

Oswald sighed contentedly.   His hands slid down to Jim’s chest, feeling and searching for the beat of his heart.    “Ah, there it goes!” he thought, reassured and comforted to find Jim’s life signs drumming beneath his fingers.  He delighted in the sensation of steady pounding against his fingers, and then the feel of his man’s quickening pulse as Jim’s body responded to his touch.

“It’s so good to be home!” he sighed.  He screwed up his face for a moment, then relaxed it again. “I’ve had a pig of a day, Jim!”  

“Hey - d’you want to talk about it….?”  Jim stroked Oswald’s jaw tenderly. His deep blue eyes studied his man’s face closely and anxiously. 

“No. No, I’d rather not just yet, Jim.  I will tell you about it later. For now I’d rather just unwind….and play with you.”  Oswald placed his hands back onto Jim’s shoulders and his eyes and dimples grew large with anticipation.

“Mmmm, that sounds good to me!  I’d just love to play with you,  Cobblepot.”  Jim winked suggestively. “But remember to tell me about what happened today - ok?” he said more solemnly.

“Yes, James - of course!” Oswald nodded emphatically.    “Just….just kiss me, Jim.  Please.”

“With pleasure.”  Jim took Oswald’s head in his hands.  Their  lips came together and moved in unison as they slowly savoured every second of the experience.   

Oswald’s hands swept over Jim’s uniformed body as they kissed.  He relished every moment spent touching him, feeling the stiff texture of the navy material of the uniform that clung so closely to his man’s strong, lean body.  It was a very sexy, snug fit - but Oswald couldn’t help wondering if Jim felt more than a tad uncomfortable in it.    

He wondered if it was anywhere near as unpleasantly confining as his own starched shirts, stiff wing collars and tight waistcoats - his personal battle dress.  Jim said he loved to see him in his full regalia and it was good to know that someone appreciated the effort he went to to make himself look as smart and sophisticated as possible  - but his formal suits were hardly the most agreeable of apparel to wear.

They must both get out of their constraining  garments as soon as possible - so that they could get down to the really important business of their day!

His hands moved down to Jim’s hips and found their way to the holster slung around them.  He placed his hand lightly on the top of the holster and fingered the handle of the gun protruding from it.  

Jim stopped kissing him, grasped his hand and gently prised it away.

“Be careful, Cobblepot.  That’s likely to go off without any warning!”  He raised his eyebrow meaningfully.

“Ooh!  Is it?”  Oswald’s smile stretched wide again.  His hand felt for and found the handcuffs on the other side of Jim’s belt.

 “So then - are you going arrest me for misbehaving, Detective Gordon?”  Oswald raised his own eyebrow suggestively and hopefully.

“Well, yeah - of course, that goes without saying!  You are such a bad boy, Cobblepot!”  

Oswald chuckled excitedly.

Jim cleared his throat, stood up straight and addressed his little mischief-maker sternly.  

“Right, Cobblepot, you have to come with me - I’m taking you in for interrogation.…”  Jim fake-frowned and slipped the handcuff onto and clicked it around Oswald’s wrist.

Oswald’s eyes opened wide with delight.   Jim stared back at him lustfully.  “Let’s go, Cobblepot,” he growled, then led his tethered, giggling little Ozzy off to bed.

They were both very grateful for that slow cooker.  It could keep their dinner hot for a very long time….while they warmed up one another….

#Jimwald #gobblepot#gotham

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The Rescue - unfinished, but here again for you Gobblepot/Jimwald enthusiasts:

The Rescue - CobblepotsComfort - Gotham (TV) [Archive of Our Own] https://share.google/Zw8VoyODbSszL5bdQ

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My beloved Noble False Widow, Arthur, immortalised by my very first tattoo!

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To celebrate my Tumblr anniversary, here is a link to a poem I published about Jeremy Hilary Boob PhD alias Nowhere Man and the Chief Blue Meanie:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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If only we had a clue as to who the Boys voted for....

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one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off

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To celebrate my Tumblr anniversary, here is a link to a poem I published about Jeremy Hilary Boob PhD alias Nowhere Man and the Chief Blue Meanie:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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ineffable smooches for the soul <3

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For Spring. I originally wrote it for Gobblepot Challenge.

2019

Oswald Springs a Surprise on Jim.

 

Oswald goes to see Tetch to trace the White Rabbit, and when he finds him he uses him to deliver a message to Jim about a romantic treat he has planned.

“Message for Jim Gordon.  Jim Gordon. Go to the Garden,” he keeps repeating, in his hypnotised way.

He sends Jim further clues hidden in boxes of Candy.  The box is large with many layers, and each layer of the box has a different clue hidden underneath.  

 

They are particularly subtle, much to Jim’s frustration, and it takes him quite a few attempts to work them out.  Meanwhile, Harvey jokes that if Jim doesn’t get the clues soon, he’s gonna get fat on all the candy he is meanwhile eating.  Jim says ha ha, but follows that up with a worried frown.

 

The trail eventually leads Jim to the Van Dahl mansion, later that day, where he finds that Oswald has organised a

Tea party for Two in the

Garden.  A trail of rose petals leads him from the front door to the Garden.

Oswald is sitting at the table in the middle of the lawn, dressed and groomed to perfection:  wearing his best suit, his hair resplendent with its sculpted ebony spikes.

“What kept you?” he smiles stiffly, but in an instant widens his smile, his eyes sparkling, because he is so pleased to see Jim.  He gets to his feet as Jim approaches.

 

Jim shrugs apologetically.  “Your clues were far too hard for me!  I’m not as smart as you,” he smiles. Ozzy softens completely and says, “Don’t be silly, James” and offers his mouth for a kiss.

 

Jim comes forward, takes Oswald in his arms and kisses him lovingly.  

 

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Jim says as they break the kiss and Ozzy beckons to Jim to sit down next to him at the table, which is laden with cakes and other spring goodies.

 

They sit down together at the table, drink their tea, whisper sweet nothings and feed each other with cake until the

Spring rain falls and makes the

Perfume of the Blossom in the garden so heady before the rain gets faster and drives them indoors.

The phone starts to ring but Oswald takes it off the hook.   

“We need our Free Space!” he declares, “This day is perfect, too perfect to share with anyone else.  This day belongs to us! It is a Rebirth of our love.”

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Arachnophobes look away now. This is my eight legged friend Arthur and I think he's adorable

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Reminder for my non-jewish followers that don’t really know what Hannukah [and all the other attempts to translate it over] is about, think the following:

Ostensibly people just kinda eat fried things and light candles and contemplate. Yes.  But its also “The current ruling party demanded we not be jewish, forced conversion and desecrated our places of worship. So, its time for a rebellion to kill the occupation and take our shit back. Welp we did it, but they fucked up the temple real bad and the way time works says we won’t have the right things to keep our sacred fire burning. We can use this oil we found but it probably won’t last the whole time we need to wait. Wait, holy shit it’s lasting all night! x 8 nights. Lets fry some things and make it a holiday.”

Its another “They tried to kill/convert us all, they failed, lets eat and remember this keeps happening” holiday.

No, its not jewish xmas. No its not anywhere near our be all end all holiday.  It IS however a very good “eat food in winter and focus on the light in the world etc in the middle of the winter” thing. 

Its hard to put words to it, but like. I just wanna let it settle in that its nothing like xmas

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I wish I'd made it clearer when I make this post but shit like that is super common.

Every Jew has had someone "joke"/threaten/say they were gonna sneak pork into our food. Every single Jewish person, who keeps Kosher or not has had someone say something about giving us bacon or whatever without us knowing

I've had people passive aggressively ask if I wanted any bacon or ham and literally wave it at me while speaking.

I can't count the number of times that the first question out of someone's mouth when they learn I am Jewish is "but do you eat bacon" "have you ever tried bacon?" "what about ham?" "do you want to try bacon?(as in right now this very minute 30 seconds into knowing me)"

Countless Jews have spoken to the person in charge of an event, weeks or even months in advance about their Kosher needs, been assured up down and sideways that those needs will be met to show up and find no Kosher option.

and finally SO! many Jews do indeed have a story of being tricked into eating something not Kosher, and most commonly something pork related.

like this is one of the most common antisemitic micro (and not so micro) aggressions Jews face and is one of the reasons lots of Jews don't keep Kosher, they can't trust even (so-called) friends to have even baseline respect or to learn anything about Kosher.

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Should be noted Muslims are treated exactly the same way

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I have no words

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I would like to share the link to my threeway fanfic for Oswald/Jim/Barbara. I felt it was an opportunity that was too good to ignore! I hope you agree. It's not finished but I want to get back to it at some stage.

It's called Three is as Good as a Crowd.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18872278/chapters/44793874