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What am I even doing?
If you’re here, then I must be too
We are doing this again?
I am game, if you all are?
Oh dear, really?
“Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city”
Rome, Italy.
Matheus Carvalho
Midwifery bag and contents, 1925-1955 located at the Science Museum, London. Until the middle of the 20th century in the UK, the majority of births still took place at home. They were usually attended by a midwife.
This pigskin bag contains many items a midwife required at the birth. Included are forceps, an obstetric hook, facemask, stitching needles, sterile suturing thread, syringe, an anesthetic mask and bandages. (Source)
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I’ve not been around so much these past couple of weeks.
Between exams and end of year trips on top of general work, bloody trains, home, family, wedding and general shittiness from RL people, I really haven’t had the time to keep any of my blogs up in the way that I’d like to. But tomorrow is start of last week of term and I can see a light.
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Wanda opened her mouth, quickly closing it again as she thought carefully over her next words. Sokovia no longer had anything to offer her. Shaking her head, she directed her gaze to the ground. “Sokovia no longer has anything for me. I have no plans to return.”
She watched the young woman battle with the obviously hard decision. “I know the feeling. I left the land of my birth long ago, and when I finally returned, nothing was as I remembered it, nobody was there waiting for me; I moved on and made a life for myself in a place that could offer the sense of home.” She nodded thinking on her parents for a brief moment. “Do you have that? Family, friends, people you can trust?”
Parry Riposte [Closed]
Lizzie looked at the rack Anne was pointing at. “There’s more than one kind of thing to fence with? Oh boy.” Now the panic look was all over Lizzie’s face. “I’m actually kinda glad you will be teaching me. I’d hate to look this clueless in front of someone who didn’t like me.” Lizzie giggled as she struggled jacket Anne had given her. “So. Where do we start?”
Annie gave a small smile as she pointed out the things to Lizzie. “Sabre, epee and foil. Epee is the easiest to start with, it’s heavier than a foil but lighter than a sabre; and there are less rules on where and how you can strike your opponent.” She passed over a weapon. “I also hope your French is up to speed because most of the terms used are French.”
She came and stood behind Lizzie, showing her the proper hold and moving her arms gently to put her into the starting en garde position.
“…..” Zachariah didn’t find any humor in her last statement. He wasn’t exactly proud of his abilities, though none of his nightmare never physically harmed someone, it was all mentally done. He moved his hand away from hers, not really wanting any physical contact at the moment. Just then, the door opened and an older gentleman with a streak of gray in his chestnut, comb back hair enter the room. He gave the woman a polite nod. “Robin Roswell.” He introduced himself. “Retired S.H.E.I.L.D. agent and current care taker to Zachariah Crossland.” Though he claimed he was retired, he still stood like a solider. Feet firm in place with arms behind his back. “My thanks to you for defending the boy against HYDRA. It would been great trouble if they had captured him.”
Annie stood and gave a polite nod back. The man had an air of quiet authority that she had always respected more than the shouting and posturing that other men often exuded.
“It was nothing. Nothing in the grand scheme of things. I’m sure if it hadn't been for the drugs that they administered, there would have been nothing for me to do.” She turned back to the young man on the bed. “You put up quite a fight out there, even after everything.”
She was beginning to feel superfluous to the situation but her inner scholar was not going to let this lie. “I don’t want to pry, and please tell me to go away, but I am fascinated by your abilities, and your history. I have an inbuilt urge to know everything about everything, so it’s handy I’ve been given eternity to find out.”
Sending a text message: "Hey, I just saw "Anne of Greengables" at the bookstore and had to think of you. How's things?!
Jib taken, so maybe I’m not original in my pseudonyms but if it isn’t broke... Life seems to be going okay at the moment, everything is okay... Yeah, but then my life is never simple for long.
Once the door to her chambers shut Hal pulled her close again. His arms wrapping around her nearly twice as his lips found hers. Pressing his body to hers he let her warmth radiate through him, his heart pounding against his chest.
Feeling his arms around her gave her a sense of closeness that filled her with heat. With a rush of lust she began to claw at his clothes, the heat needed an escape and feeling his naked flesh against hers would be a good enough cure.
Without breaking the kiss he helped her remove his jacket and shirt. Then his hands went to her breasts, feeling them through her clothing as his lips moved against her.
A groan left her as his hands ran over breasts. She returned the favour and pulled on the strings that held her dress in place. The garment fell to her waist and pooled at her feet, leaving her in little more than a slip. Her fingers ran over his shoulders as her lips pressed deeper into his, her fingernails scraped gently over his skin as her nipples hardened against him in the cool night.
Parry Riposte [Closed]
Lizzie looked around. Woah, these people are serious. She waved at Annie. “Wow, this is cool! Where do I get my white jacket and mesh helmet thingy?” She tried to hide the nervous look on her face behind a big smile.
Annie smiled as she greeted Lizzie. “Come in. Let’s get you suited up over there.” She looped her arm into the other woman’s and led her towards the spare kit. “You don’t have anything to worry about, and don’t deny you’re nervous, I can read it off you like a neon sign.”
She lifted up several jackets to judge Lizzie’s size then handed her one she judged to be best fit. “I’ve spoken to the coach and they’re happy for you and I just to go through the basics together. They have a couple of Pentathletes here who are Olympic hopefuls so they get the focus, I’m afraid. But I’ve taught a few people in my time, I hope you find me an adequate mentor.”
She pointed over to the weapon rack. “Are we starting completely from scratch? Can you tell the difference between the three types?”
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