#millitus

[local-kneecap-dealer]

Okay, cursed history time!

So, diabetes is because the pancreas cannot produce enough insulin, or because cells do not have enough/properly functioning insulin receptors. Because of this, glucose (sugars) cannot enter the cells, and makes the blood really sugary.

Well, this excess glucose can be expelled from body through urine. Again- glucose is sugar, it makes things sweet.

Sometime around 1675, there was a method of diabetic testing introduced, in which MD's, testing their patients for diabetes, would sterilize their hands, take urine samples from said patients, dip a finger into the sample, and taste it to see if it was sweet.

MD's just dipped their fingers in your piss and tasted it. If it was sweet, congratulations, you're diabetic.

This was of course before people knew that diseases could be passed through bodily fluids.

This is also why diabetes is also referred to as diabetes mellitus. Mellitus is the Latin word for honey, so this acknowledged the sweetness of the urine, and the high glucose in the blood.

[tzaarina]

BOBBI MORSE FOR ONE OBVS

;;Guess my top ten favorite characters

dU H BRO D U H

Bobbi Morse ( millitus, clintbxrton)

Sons of Anarchy

Criminal Minds

The Originals/TVD (not really tvd, but it’s in that area)

Marvel (AOS/MCU)

Friday Night Lights

Sons of Anarchy

Fast and Furious

Harry Potter

Orange is the New Black

[tzaarina]

"It's an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?" - millitus

                            ( ;;kink starter sentences )

millitus

    she can’t quite formulate the words to answer,    because the ice cube pressed against the junction    between her legs has quite literally robbed her    of the ability to function.

       natasha can’t even keep her eyes open to        glare at that stupid smirk she knows james       is wearing. her elbows lock, hands gripping       at the sheets as her thighs snap closed around       his hand and her feet scale awkwardly against       the bed in an attempt to both escape and       get closer to the sensation because it quite       literally hurts so good.

          dimly, she’s aware of the fact that she’s          shaking, entire body vibrating from her          locked jaw straight down to her curled          toes, and in the back of her mind, she           thinks she might’ve come just from the ice          cube being pressed to her cunt.

    the thought makes her feel dirty, tugs    a long moan out of her throat, and she’s    pretty sure that her thighs, and her lover’s    hand, are now soaked with melted ice    water and her own arousal.

              and maybe she’s crying a bit, small tears              streaked black from mascara she shouldn’t               have worn to bed. and she’s crying from              the sheer intensity of the feeling, because              there is lightning in her nerve endings,              and her small body, however strong, can’t              quite contain this. she’s wrecked, an unstrung              mess of bones and muscle mass and pure              sexual energy.

           finally, natasha manages to jerk her chin           in a quick but definite nod, eyes still squeezed           shut hard enough that there are lines            dancing across the backs of her eyelids.           and when she speaks, her jaw’s chattering           hard enough that it’s doubly hard to get the           words out.

              ‘ ‘s….so…fuc—kin’…good. ‘

[nonexceptionalist]

he’d been twenty when the world trade center went down. he remembers the day like no other–he’d been opening up the neighborhood’s convenience store  when the news came and stuck watching the plumes of smoke from his window with his manager. a week later, he was enlisting and sent off to the reserves. after three tours and earning the title of sergeant, he had not lost a single man. it’d practically been a wet dream.

                                                  then came the surge.

                       in our discussions, we all agreed that there is no magic formula                        for success in iraq. and one message came through loud and                        clear: failure in iraq would be a disaster for the united states.

on the first day, an ied blew through the five hundred thousand dollar tank and two men had burned to death inside. the others narrowly escaped. a few weeks after, a kid with a bomb strapped to his chest came up to a few of them and before they could do anything, the bomb went off. rogers got a good bunch of shrapnel in him that almost cost him his lung and scars to show for it.

                         but it was the first time had to answer a question with immediately that                          he realized–maybe his country wasn’t right. maybe he’d been lied to.

it’s 2008 now, and he’s back home with a purple heart and a few broken ribs, with everything he’d ever known gone–bitterness his only company, youthful naivete gone.

drinking had never been a solitary activity, yet steve found himself sitting on his back porch with a nearly empty bottle of malt balanced carefully against his side. it’s easier to think like this, alone in the dead of night with the haze of alcohol to slow down the constant battle waging in his thoughts. for years, he’d resented his father for drinking away his sorrows, but now he finally understands the appeal–of losing oneself, of being able to forget every single shitty thing he’s done.

when he hears the soft padding of approaching footsteps, he wordlessly offers up the rest of the bottle. he’s jarringly sober and he almost wishes he wasn’t.

                        "–what’s buggin’ you, buck?“ he asks, glancing up from where he sits                         on the stairs, looking up at the sky. it’s so late that even brooklyn seems                         dead.

[theagentandbiochemist-archive]

millitus​

 ❛ i’m gonna throw this       piece of shit bookcase       out the mother fucking       window in five seconds.

               get this fucking thing                     far away from me. ❜

❛ Why the hell did you buy     a flat pack bookcase in the       first place? Not like we’re the         ‘put things together’ types. In            fact, we are no such thing. At              all. Up. Get up. Come on. You                 need a beer .If you throw it.. Well                    that could be bad.  ❜

[girlfromblackpool-blog]

millitus continued from x

   ❛ i borrowed it. with        every intention of        returning it. ❜

[theagentandbiochemist-archive]

slam dunks my url into ur inbox

My Opinion on;

Character in general: James Barnes. You mean, the total confliction of everything I freaking adore? God. I cannot get enough Bucky. 616, MCU, GIMME ALL OF IT. He is just such a brilliant character.How they play them: YES. Damn well, seriously. I can hear Bucky in all your replies and you have his attitude and mannerisms spot on. The Mun: ABSOLUTE DARLING. One who hasn’t ignored me even when I’ve gone crazy on them with classics such as - Skye hacking Buck’s phone to change all his ringtones to pop songs by Ke$ha, Beyonce & Havanna Brown and the two idiots trying (and failng) to put together flat pack furniture. Oops, tangent. Mun is a doll who’s just so very lovely and I adore them <3

Do I:

RP with them: YES. It’s brilliant.Want to RP with them: Always. You give me a lot of feelings so damn you but no really ily a lot

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Amazing. Just wonderful. Character portrayal, writing, mun, EVERYTHING. Go and follow for a wonderful Bucky.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[ihadfaith-archive]

[ millitus ]

“Please tell me storming in was Steve’s original plan and not yours-- because that’s a terrible plan, and very much something Steve would do.”