Author: rulesinsanity

gonesherlocking:

nerdsinmypants:

Stages of Deterioration in the Human Body

The Moment Of Death:
1. The heart stops.
2. The skin gets tight and ashen in color.
3. All the muscles relax.
4. The bladder and bowels empty. 
5. The body temperature begins to drop 1 1/2 degrees Fahrenheit per hour.

After 30 minutes:
6. The skin gets purple and waxy.
7. The lips, fingernails, and toenails fade to a pale color.
8. Blood pools at the bottom of the body.
9. The hands and feet turn blue.
10. The eyes sink into the skull.

After 4 hours:
11. Rigor mortis has set in.
12. The purpling of the skin and the pooling of the blood continue.
13. Rigor continues to tighten muscles for another 24 hours or so.

After 12 hours:
14. The body is in full rigor mortis.

After 24 hours:
15. The body is now the temperature of the surrounding environment.
16. In males, the semen dies.
17. The head and neck are now a greenish-blue color.
18. The greenish-blue color spreads to the rest of the body.
19. There is a pervasive smell of rotting meat.

After 3 days:
20. The gas in the body tissues forms large blisters on the skin.
21. The whole body begins to bloat and swell grotesquely.
22. Fluids leak from the mouth, nose, vagina, and rectum.

After 3 weeks:
23. The skin, hair, and nails are so loose they can easily be pulled off the corpse.
24. The skin bursts open on many places on the body.
25. Decomposition will continue until the body is nothing but skelital remains, a process that can take a month or so in hot climates, and two months or more in cold climates.

Unnatural feeling?

I am curious and terrified about this feeling. I want to know if other people ever feel this way but at the same time, I am stupidly afraid that you/they never do and will find me a little more strange then I am already perceived. 

See, I have this sensation, if you will, that makes it feel like I am in third person. As if I am just a foggy inkling of myself and a true being in just waiting underneath my flesh, wearing me like a suit that is a few sizes too small. This feeling happens more often then I care to admit but when it strikes, it’s like I am about to bust but before I can I get my thoughts shoved aside and they feel more like whispers as this ‘other person’ takes over.

I don’t know. I probably sound beyond insane. 
It’s just- when I realize it’s happening, I am strangely fascinated but equally perturbed. I also feel incredibly depressed but in such a way that I boarder on pure rage. Everything makes that little shoved aside me feel like the world hates me so I should set it on fire and laugh as it burns into ash. This though however makes the other side of me twitch with sick anticipation. Sadly, I can see myself twitch and feel it too which either could be normal but like I said, if feels like I am staring at myself from a few feet in distance as this happens.

As I read over what I’ve already typed a part of me wants to delete everything and just keep on acting like this never happens. It’s very tempting to just pretend as if life is rosy with nothing in the world bizarre is happening around me or to me but… I want to know if anyone else feels this way.

Don’t get me wrong, please, I know I am not some special little snow flake. This is not a ‘please pity Terra’ post. This is me trying to branch out and see if this is ‘normal’ or possibly a terrible sign to something I can’t hope to fully fathom. 
This is so much more to this fucked up sensation but I can’t really describe it properly.

…Is there anyone else who feels this way or can tell me their opinion of what is going on?

I wanted to draw but couldn’t think of a damned thing so I looked though pictures of myself that other people took and decided to draw Loki based on one of them. 

This is the end result.

Maybe I’ll wear my straight jacket again and see if Steph will take photos of my epic failing/flailing. 

Donated blood for the first time! What an experience.
Took nearly two and a half hours in total.
I nearly blacked out at one point. (Turns out I need to eat a full meal before donating @.@)
I was rewarded with three ice packs, V8, apple juice, crackers, cookies, and the repetitive questions of what my own name was, where I lived, and when I was born.
They tried to get me to eat more but I ended up reassuring them I was going to a restaurant when allowed to leave. (Yeah, about that, I felt sick once there and was unable to eat most of it. Yay for dogie bags!)
I have to drink a crap ton of water and juice for the next two days and in about a week I will finally know my blood type.
Yay me! 
My arm still hurts and I’m stupidly thirsty.
But I did it! Good for me~ 

Terra is bad with flirting.

I was on my lunch break at work and this girl comes up to me in the Halloween aisle and started to flirt with me. At first, I looked around to see if someone had put them up to it only to find that we were the only ones there so I kind of shrugged it off and kept looking at the stuff we were selling.
I thought that was the end of seeing this person so I rounded a corner to the next aisle to see what else was there- and she followed me there and tried again while I was looking at the face paints.
…We kind of vaguely talked about Halloween costumes and then I tried slipping back into the first ailse only to have her follow be back there.
I don’t do well with flirting. The last time someone almost asked me out was in Middle school and when he was in the middle of asking me- I kind of shrieked and ran away. So just picture me flailing and running down a hallway, because that’s what happened that time.
This time I tried to keep my cool but every time I rounded a corner, there she was after me. I was about to freak out and run when someone finally came to the section of the store where we were and it was her mom. So I took this as a change to slip off into a different direction only to hear her ask her mom if she knew who I was and what school I went to.
I don’t go to school. I graduated in 2007. 
Yeah- That’s when I booked it.
I don’t do not do well with actual flirting. Like… At all. Jokingly with friends, maybe, but with strangers who are potentially serious?
*face desks*