Tag: fledgling humans

ceeblathers:

ceeblathers:

ceeblathers:

ceeblathers:

my brother is sitting in the chair in my room studying a practice test thing for his final test before he becomes a fully certified EMT tomorrow and he’s mumbling some of the questions out loud and he just went “a child has fallen from a monkey at school…” and he just got dead quiet and stared at the wall for like a solid minute with the most stricken look on his face before he whispered “there’s no protocol for monkeys”

bro

bro it means monkey bars 

now he’s googling “child falls from monkey” and apparently the only thing that pops up is Fall Out Boy’s “Thnks Fr th Mmrs”

 I M  L AHUGNI N G SO H ARD  HE WENT INTO THE KITCHEN LIKE 5 MINUTES AGO AND STARTED A CONVERSATION WITH MY MOM AND I HEARD HIM JUST STOP MID SENTENCE AND THEN SHOUT “FUCKING MONKEY BARS” 

this was a post meant for like 6 people who actually know my brother and now this is the only image he has on this site he’s the “monkey protocol” guy for almost 100,000 people I give up

sylentsage:

ultrafacts:

Bristol-based Open Bionics says it is trying to boost the confidence of children who need to use prosthetic limbs and to get them excited with the bright designs. 

The company is using 3D printing to keep the cost affordable but, with the increased focus on the designs, they hope to make the prosthetics something the wearer can be proud of, as well as something that makes their lives easier.

The Walt Disney Company donated royalty-free licences and artwork from the three hit movies for the limbs.

According to the Open Bionics website, children will not only get the medical devices they need but will also get bionic hands inspired by their favourite characters.

“(Children) won’t have to do boring physical therapy – they’ll train to become heroes,” the website reads.

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“The Walt Disney company donated royalty-free licenses” – something I never thought I’d read.

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therewerebirds:

triflesandparsnips:

This morning my daughter, who is nearly four, saw the stretch marks on my hips and stomach. She ran her hands over them and asked what they were.

“I got them when I grew up,” I said, “and a few more when I had you.” I grinned down at her. “They’re my stripes. You’ll get stripes too when you grow up.”

She was overjoyed. “Really?”

I think she’s in her room now, pretending to be a tiger.

This is what we need to teach.