#I feel like this is kinda how it is when you meet your favorite celebrity#its this moment you’ve been waiting for for so long#and when it finally happens its this glorious moment#and even though its only a few seconds#its probably the best moment of your life#something you will cherish and think about forever#but to them you’re just another face in the crowd#someone they will never think about again#and its really tragic when you think about it
That’s really depressing… thanks. But it’s true.. I think about that all the time.
No, but think about it. He’s not being rude. He wants to remember. “I met you once.” And he has to go through over 900 years worth of memory, every stranger he’s ever met. He does remember her. He just needs a hint.
He’s never met an unimportant person before. He remembers her. He just needs a hint.
maybe he hasn’t met her yet
wow thanks it’s not like I needed my heart or anything
During the Bubonic Plague, doctors wore these bird-like masks to avoid becoming sick. They would fill the beaks with spices and rose petals, so they wouldn’t have to smell the rotting bodies.
A theory during the Bubonic Plague was that the plague was caused by evil spirits. To scare the spirits away, the masks were intentionally designed to be creepy.
Mission fucking accomplished
Okay so I love this but it doesn’t cover the half of why the design is awesome and actually borders on making sense.
It wasn’t just that they didn’t want to smell the infected and dead, they thought it was crucial to protecting themselves. They had no way of knowing about what actually caused the plague, and so one of the other theories was that the smell of the infected all by itself was evil and could transmit the plague. So not only would they fill their masks with aromatic herbs and flowers, they would also burn fires in public areas, so that the smell of the smoke would “clear the air”. This all related to the miasma theory of contagion, which was one of the major theories out there until the 19th century. And it makes sense, in a way. Plague victims smelled awful, and there’s a general correlation between horrible septic smells and getting horribly sick if you’re around what causes them for too long.
You can see now that we’ve got two different theories as to what caused the plague that were worked into the design. That’s because the whole thing was an attempt by the doctors to cover as many bases as they could think of, and we’re still not done.
The glass eyepieces. They were either darkened or red, not something you generally want to have to contend with when examining patients. But the plague might be spread by eye contact via the evil eye, so best to ward that off too.
The illustration shows a doctor holding a stick. This was an examination tool, that helped the doctors keep some distance between themselves and the infected. They already had gloves on, but the extra level of separation was apparently deemed necessary. You could even take a pulse with it. Or keep people the fuck away from you, which was apparently a documented use.
Finally, the robe. It’s not just to look fancy, the cloth was waxed, as were all of the rest of their clothes. What’s one of the properties of wax? Water-based fluids aren’t absorbed by it. This was the closest you could get to a sterile, fully protecting garment back then. Because at least one person along the line was smart enough to think “Gee, I’d really rather not have the stuff coming out of those weeping sores anywhere on my person”.
So between all of these there’s a real sense that a lot of real thought was put into making sure the doctors were protected, even if they couldn’t exactly be sure from what. They worked with what information they had. And frankly, it’s a great design given what was available! You limit exposure to aspirated liquids, limit exposure to contaminated liquids already present, you limit contact with the infected. You also don’t give fleas any really good place to hop onto. That’s actually useful.
Beyond that, there were contracts the doctors would sign before they even got near a patient. They were to be under quarantine themselves, they wouldn’t treat patients without a custodian monitoring them and helping when something had to be physically contacted, and they would not treat non-plague patients for the duration. There was an actual system in place by the time the plague doctors really became a thing to make sure they didn’t infect anyone either.
These guys were the product of the scientific process at work, and the scientific process made a bitchin’ proto-hazmat suit. And containment protocols!
i just picked up a new hobby called “messaging people on facebook i’ve never actually talked to demanding they give me back my fucking sandals”
I have a lot of feels over this
I thought this was setting up for a joke.
being a teenage girl is so confusing like should i masturbate? should i steal my parent’s alcohol?? should i overthrow the government?????
sounds like a standard tuesday evening for me
Oh I found this in my drawing folder, I forgot to post it for a long time.
This is my headcanon kids’ height.
I’d very much like to punch a feminist.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
the jade bloods are space players and the kids’ space player is named Jade
okay now ive seen it all. im deleting
I honestly hope I get hit by a bus today
It’s one of those things that horrify you in such a way that you just can’t stop watching it.
Buttermilk the baby goat is kind of a dick.
There are two types of people.
suddenly pull out instruments and start jammin like seriously
a list of sounds
- high heels clacking on the marble tiles of a church
- a soda can being opened
- a plastic-covered library book being pressed flat, crunching the binding
- a marble rolling on a wooden floor
- wood popping and crackling as it burns
- an orchestra tuning