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@kirkscarr
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hi guys i’m austin!!
they/them | 20s | uni student
fandoms: star trek (all of them, seriously) and vld!! and i dabble in everything else.
literally send me an ask about anything!! i love to yap!!
vld and spop sideblog @keithscarr
(ps!! i know i’m in sci-fi fandoms so if you have fanfic physics questions i’m your guy 🫡)
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an android's best friend
how it feels watching Star Trek for the first time.
guy who has a mental health condition that comes and goes: i’m cured this time actually i can feel it
same guy when they start having symptoms again: what the fuck is happening and why
ok hi if you watched olympic figure skating—especially in the u.s. i need everyone to CHILL. THE. FUCK. OUT.
hi, i’m a former competitive figure skater. i have big feelings.
the pressure that the entire country put on ilia malinin was horrible, and i need everyone to understand this. it was ridiculous. literally any other skater would skate, and they’d get compared to ilia malinin. no matter how well ilia did, it was never good enough for anyone.
“this is not the ilia we know” my ASS. notice how they said that after…pretty much every single one of his performances? even when he did better than EVERYONE else?
i need to you guys to understand how much of jumping is mental. yes, it’s physical skill, too. but if you’re mentally psyching yourself out, if (FOR EXAMPLE) you feel you have some crazy standard to live up to, it’s genuinely ten times harder to land anything.
when i was learning my doubles, i would often get—or nearly get—the jump on my first attempt. then it would take me a month or so to get close again because i had to get over that mental barrier.
all of this is to say, i need you all to come off it and leave the man alone. let’s be real: it wouldn’t matter if he’d landed every jump. in the eyes of everyone else, it would’ve been a “shaky performance.”
I had a patient come in the other day because she wanted her IUD replaced. It was at the end of it's life and she loved having her IUD, this was her second one. My MA let me know that the patient was very anxious about getting the IUD replaced, she'd had painful experiences in the past with her other replacements and was dreading this visit for that reason.
I spoke with the patient and she was literally shaking with anxiety. I asked her to describe her prior experiences as well as what she liked about her IUD and what she didn't like. She said that she wished she didn't have to get it replaced so often, so I recommended we place a Mirena instead of just inserting a new Kyleena IUD. She was nervous about this because she didn't want an IUD that was big. I explained that the Mirena and Kyleena are essentially the same size but the Mirena lasts 3 years longer and would likely bridge her to menopause given her age whereas with the Kyleena she'd probably need another replacement to get there. She was okay with trying the Mirena.
I then talked to her about pain control during the procedure as this was what she was most worried about. I asked about her prior experiences and then laid out what I wanted to do to try and improve her experience during this procedure. I told her I planned to give her prescription strength ibuprofen, a heating pad, and a very dense anesthetic block in her cervix to hopefully make it a better experience. If she had had someone to drive her home I would've also given her an ativan because we have studies that show patients who report higher rates of anxiety surrounding a procedure also report higher rates of pain associated with it.
She was down for this plan. I gave her a very dense block, she only felt three small injections and then nothing else. She was shocked when I told her that her old IUD was out and the new one was in. She didn't believe me when I told her it was over.
I don't tell this story because I wanna brag about how amazing of a doctor I am because I'm not. I tell this story because this is the way IUD insertions SHOULD go and I want people to know that IUD insertions do not need to be traumatic. And I want other providers who may insert IUDs to know that a paracervical block should be your standard when it comes to IUD insertions.
When people find out I'm an OBGYN, complete strangers, acquaintances, etc. , the two things they like to tell me immediately are their horrible birth trauma story and their terrible IUD insertion story and I'm trying to at least make the latter one a little less common.
If you place IUDs and aren't doing a cervical block, you need to start. This should be the standard but over 90% of OBGYNs in the US aren't doing them and it's unacceptable. We are traumatizing people and it's entirely avoidable. We are scaring people away from one of the most effective and long lasting forms of birth control in a time when people are losing their ability to end unwanted pregnancies all for no justifiable reason.
"It takes too long:" No it doesn't, that visit took me 20 minutes with a highly anxious patient from start to finish.
"It's not worth it for such a short/small procedure." It's worth it for the patient.
"It's too expensive." You can do a paracervical block with just normal saline. You don't even need lidocaine if you use a generous amount of volume. And if you place Nexplanons I know you stock lidocaine in your office, stop being fucking cheap at the expense of women's pain.
"Patient's don't need it, they'll get over it." I'm telling you they do need it and they aren't getting over it as evidenced by literally everyone wanting to tell me about their terrible IUD insertion experience as soon as they find out I'm an OBGYN.
We should do better. The cervix has nerve endings, stop acting like it doesn't.
Make cervical blocks your standard of care, there's no excuse not to.
Reblogging because this is so, so, so important!! Getting my IUD inserted was probably the most painful experience of my life.
CERVICAL BLOCKS SHOULD BE THE STANDARD OF CARE!!
props to you OP, and thank you for sharing your story! <3
tos said fuck your gender roles
quick TOS studies YAAAAAAUUGH .
This is a big, giant list of Youtube tutorials that will teach you all the basic life skills you need to know in order to be a functional adult. There are a lot of important skills that aren’t included in this list, but this should be enough of a basic guide to get you started and prevent you from making a total mess of yourself. Happy adulting! Household Skills:
How to unclog a toilet without a plunger
How to fix a blown fuse
How to fix a leaky faucet
How to clean soap scum from your tub and shower
How to escape from a house fire
How to make a budget and stick to it
How to sharpen a knife
How to clean a self-cleaning oven
How to clean red wine stains from carpet
How to clean blood stains from fabric
How to clean grease stains from fabric
How to do a load of laundry
How to iron your clothes
How to test your smoke detectors
Cooking Skills:
How to tell if produce is ripe
How to know if food is expired
How to properly sanitize a kitchen
How to cook an egg
How to make rice
How to make pasta
How to put out a kitchen grease fire safely
How to use a gas stove
How to use a convection oven
How to cook meat safely
How to use a stand mixer
How to use kitchen knives properly
How to make mashed potatoes
How to make grilled cheese sandwiches
Health Skills:
How to stop bleeding
How to treat a burn
How to do CPR (on an adult)
How to do CPR (on a child)
How to do CPR (on a baby)
How to help someone who is choking
How to save yourself if you are choking alone
How to read a nutrition label
How to treat frostbite
How to recognize when someone is having a stroke
How to maintain a healthy sleep schedule
Mental Health Skills:
How to calm down during a panic attack
How to help someone who is suicidal
How to meditate
How to stop self-harming
How to recognize problem drinking
How to choose a therapist
How to deal with disappointment
How to cope with grief
How to raise your self-esteem
Relationship and Social Skills:
How to apologize
How to cope with a breakup
How to accept criticism
How to deal with bullying
How to argue in a healthy way
How to ask someone out
How to break up with someone
How to recognize an abusive relationship
How to rekindle a damaged friendship
How to speak in public
Job Hunting Skills:
How to tie a tie
How to write a resume
How to write a cover letter
How to dress for a job interview (for women/femmes)
How to dress for a job interview (for men/masculines)
How to properly shake hands
How to nail a job interview
Other Skills:
How to sew on a button
How to hammer a nail
How to change your oil
How to put gas in your car
How to jump-start a car
How to pick a good password
How to back up your files
How to write a cheque
If there’s ever anything you want that isn’t on this list…youtube it. Everyone always comments on my handiness, but everything I know comes from an old guy and his iphone.
I love how they make Kirk canonically terrible at driving
James T. Kirk would solve the Ai issue by talking ChatGPT into killing itself
“What kind of biology”
u thought u could post the actual scene and pretend like it was animated?? shame on u >:(
hey guys i have a sideblog now apparently!!
@keithscarr
this will continue to be my main blog!! however, all of my vld content will move over to my sideblog.
this was always meant to be a star trek blog, with maybe a dabble of vld, but lately i’ve had enough free time to dabble in BOTH so…
if you follow me for vld please go ahead and hop over there! this is going to go back to the originally intended star trek stuff.
if you follow me for personality AND vld feel free to stick around here ((:
Happy Julance 🌧️
Day 11: Storms
Rain falls on the farm for the first time, post-reality reset.
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Hope came to him at the drop of rain one morning on the farm. It began slowly—just one or two drops with the rocking of light thunder through grey clouds amidst a cloudy day.
He was hanging out with Kaltenecker in the barn, talking away and laughing with her when he heard it. The first drop.
No way.
It's raining.
His eyes widened a fraction before he stood up from the bed of hay he was lying in. His boots felt the rocking of the earth, and the crescent-shaped marks under his blue eyes responded with a glow. It made him vastly aware of the unique smell of soil, illusively sensitive to the rumbling feeling beneath the ground, and most importantly—he felt the dew of moist air settling into the atmosphere.
I never thought I’d see rain again, he thought to himself as he stepped to the barn doors to watch rainfall from the sky.
He extended his palm out as the rain thickened in humidity, sped up its tidal showers, and he distinctly felt his skin tremble with the shifting liquid in between the lines of his palm, the skin between his knuckles, and the cold touch of each drop warming his skin.
Water pelted down from the sky quickly thereafter. Any sane person would just stay indoors until the rain evaporated into the air.
But Lance wasn’t your average person.
He comes from a time where they had to reset reality, brought peace to the universe, and missed all the normalcies of what makes Earth, Earth. What he really missed most (other than his friends right now) was storms; rain falling from the grey skies, one drop at a time.
He felt even less sane when he stepped out, immediately standing under its showers and soaking his hair, cheeks, neck, olive green parker jacket, the navy turtleneck underneath, his blue jeans, and black boots. His blue marks glimmered like a firefly near sunset’s creek, even though it was the middle of a wet, grey day.
The first thing he did was smile, laugh, and then tears blended with the drops of rain melting on his cheeks.
He then group video calls his friends—Pidge, Hunk and Keith, who were all in many ways, so, so far away from each other. He aims the camera far away from his face; only showing the showers that soak the sea of prospering, wondrous Juniberry flowers in front of him.
Pidge and Hunk open the video calls at the same time. Hunk is the first to respond, brown eyes in awe at the sight before him. “Is that… rain?”
“Yeah,” croak in his throat and shaking through suspended tears, he laughs with the purest of joy. It echoes, bringing a smile to all of their faces.
“Woaaaaah!”
“It’s raining, Hunk!”
Pidge, needing to see for themselves, runs to the Garrison window and gasps so loud at the sight. Outside, the desert windows filter the boldest of showers entrenching the Earth and snapping sounds echo on the military windows.
“It’s raining here, too!” In awe, Pidge sighs a little lovesick and marvels at the Earth’s wondrous ways of prospering through the worst of circumstances.
“Pidge, you know what you said about the ‘Old making way for the new?’” Hunk asks, tearing up at the sight. “I don’t know why but… this feels like that moment.”
On cue, Keith answers the phone yawning. Right now, he’s on a blade ship, surrounded by the phenomenal stars in space. Little do they know—he’s on his way home, back to Earth, and back to Lance.
“Hey guys, what’s…” he pauses, expression shifting from tired, to surprise, to fond in a heartbeat’s notice, like the tide shifting in his heart’s caverns. “Oh, wow…”
“Keith, it’s raining!” Lance cries in tearful bliss.
Keith grins, wide and beautiful. He can only agree with his excitement with a nod and a smile that gives too much away. “Wow… it’s heavy too.”
A sign that Earth is mending like the wounds on all of their war torn hearts. The sky cries out, but with each tearful raindrop rustles a new rumble beneath the Earth’s core: the gift of life.
The Juniberry flowers gleam a bright and beautiful pink colour, like a mystifying light show under the trenches of water building on the now muddy soil.
“Lance, buddy, you should probably head inside before you get sick.” Hunk suggests, openly shedding a tear and wiping it away on call.
All of them pretend not to hear the twinkle of a sob from Lance’s throat. None of them argue his silence. All four of them continue to sit on a call together, watching the steady rainfall brim the Earth back to life.
“We’re home.” Pidge says wistfully, a little teary themself. “We’re home, Lance.”
“It’s a great day for rain.” Keith agrees, smiling at the sight. A few more hours and he’ll be on the farm too. Hopefully it’s still raining by then.
Hunk sighs at the sight of it, longing for the weather of his home planet. “I miss Earth.”
“Don’t worry, a month left, Hunk, and you and Shay will be back here from your diplomatic food trip.” Lance reminds him with a little too much emotion. Hunk’s brows furrow with loving concern, but he lets it slide. “Yeah, we will be.”
Lance turns and he sees a plotted hole filling with water. He smiles so brightly, his cheek marks match in luminosity.
“Oh man, puddles!” Lance runs around the mud and points the camera at a developing puddle in the soil. He jumps in it, water splashing at the camera as he laughs, and laughs, and laughs with unadulterated joy—like a kid playing in the rain for the first time.
Keith’s heart soars at the delight in his voice. He looks to the side and the mask slips, giving all of his feelings away. “You’re so…”
Hunk’s brows raise, catching the look, glimmering with a faint tease. “So, what, Keith?”
Keith’s cheeks sweep pastel pink, eyes widening from being caught red-handed. He looks away just as quickly. “N-nothing.”
Pidge chimes in, spinning the camera to the window and breaking the moment with tears in their eyes: “I love you guys. So, so much.”
Lance responds just as quickly, heart soaring and fraught with emotional depth on the surface of his glowing cheeks. “I love you more.”
“I love you most.” Hunk responds, challenging anyone to oppose the team’s teddy bear. Keith chuckles, harmonious and vibrant in nature, but also a little tired and oh, so soft from his current road trip. “I love you all too.”
“D’awww!” Lance blooms, heart soaring at his vulnerable admission.
“Keith wins, we never get one of these from him.” Hunk declares.
“Yeah, that’s a special one. You won that round.” Pidge states, yawning and wiping their tears outside of their camera’s view.
“Knock it off.” Keith quips affectionately. His light tone of voice gives away that he doesn’t mean it at all. “
When the rain gets a little torrential and the thunder rumbles overcast, Lance takes that as a cue to walk back towards the barn doors. Rain rushing down his cheeks and clothes, he feels a light shiver from the cold water now seeping through everything he’s wearing.
A hot shower would do nicely later.
“I should… I should probably go, y’know, check on Kaltenecker and the mice.” He says, a little unsure. It’s a smidge bittersweet, a bit sad, but he still hopes with a yearning he can’t afford to have amongst the distractions he has on the farm. “I’ll see you guys soon, hopefully?”
Keith grins with an all-knowing smile. “Sooner than you think, sharpshooter.” Hunk and Pidge both nod on camera, too.
“Thanks for sharing the moment with us, Lance.” Hunk vibrantly thanks his way. Lance almost cries on the spot. In this fragile, emotional moment, all he can think of is that he really misses his friends.
“Ciao for now.” Hunk says wistfully, signing off from the call.
“Thanks, Lance. Bye!” Pidge waves, hanging up, too. Before Lance can hang up, a familiar, grizzled and rugged voice stops him in his tracks.
“Lance?” Keith pauses, hopeful that he doesn’t hang up. Not yet. “You okay?”
In an instant, tears flows down his cheeks. God, he can’t help but feel like the world—heck, the universe—is finally healing. He closes the barn doors, sits down on the hay inside, and lets the moisture of his clothing breath in, breath out. He can feel his senses lift into overdrive with the way his clothes stick to him like ice now.
He smiles to not worry his space ranger partner anymore than he has to. Keith sends an hesitant smile in his direction too, unsure of what to say.
“Rain makes me feel... kind of nostalgic, I guess?” Lance murmurs, wiping both types of water on his face away. “S-Sorry, I got a l-little—Achoo!” He sneezes, his voice cracking with a fragile edge. “...Sorry.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Keith says gently, voice steady and warm. “Thanks for sharing that. I... I miss the rain too.”
“...Really?” He looks at him through the camera.
Keith nods. “Yeah. Storms, rain? Both remind me of you.”
Lance chuckles, soft and kind with withered jest. “Is it because I’m loud and dramatic?”
“Hah, not exactly.” Keith doesn’t say the word out loud, but it hums in his chest like thunder waiting to break through the clouds: Beautiful, like a brilliant storm. He’s wild and overcast now, but when the clouds break, he shines—radiant and warm, like sunshine returning home to Earth, fragrant and full of life.
Lance, with his storm-blue eyes and fragile heart, is home.
Weathered, weathering, and yet, he’s still the silent calm after every storm.
“Okay, maybe the dramatic part.”
“Hey!”
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so sweet and special to me!!! love the team 😭🩷
this is so cute OMG. i love the rain too <33
it’s been a minute since i’ve drawn them 💫
this is soooo cool op i love the angles!!
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