This is her first song to have its title written in Japanese.
It's also her first single in four years and apparently dedicated to her son. She also decided to preview it after the final episode of M: Ai Subeki Hito ga Ite, a drama based on the early days of her career.
To say thank you to the 1.4 million NHS workers, author and doctor Adam Kay has pulled together a book of more than 100 letters of thanks from Emilia Clarke, Reni Eddo-Lodge, Chris Evans, Martin Freeman, Dawn French, Stephen Fry, Mark Gatiss, Ricky Gervais, Naomie Harris, Jameela Jamil, Sir Paul McCartney, Kate Moss, Dame Emma Thompson, Louis Theroux, Sandi Toksvig, Stanley Tucci, Greg Wise and many more. The book will be released on July 9th, and all profits from will go to NHS Charities Together and The Lullaby Trust.
"I believe my first real memory of my beloved NHS is of the kindness of a nurse when, as a very sugar-dependent three-year-old, I’d climbed to the top of the bathroom cabinet and devoured an entire jar of sugary multivitamins under the cover of night-time. She very calmly told my slightly overwrought and worried mother that once the sugar high had worn off, there would be no lasting damage and that I would indeed be fit to fight another nursery day, and then some. The memories I will hold dearest, though, are ones that fill me with awe: of the nurses and doctors I knew by name when, in the weeks after my first brain haemorrhage, we watched the passing of time and the passing of patients in the Victor Horsley Ward at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery in Queen Square, London. The nurse who suggested — after everyone else in A&E struggled to find an answer when I was first admitted — that maybe, just maybe I should have a brain scan. She saved my life. The anaesthetist who miraculously kept me giggling along with my entire family as he talked me through the process of what was about to happen to my brain and then counted me down from 10. The surgeon whose skill, quick thinking and sheer determination saved my life, while never letting on how close to death I had been.
The countless unthanked nurses who changed my catheter and cleaned up my vomit on the days when I couldn’t even manage water. The nurses who washed my body with care and love when I couldn’t walk or sit, who put me in pyjamas I recognised as my own when my morale dipped below the surface, with as much kindness as if I had been their own daughter.The cleaners who mopped the floor when my bedpan fell to the ground, shame and embarrassment filling the room along with disinfectant, and then a reassuring smile and a knowledge that they’d seen worse.
The doctors who talked to me as a fully functioning adult on their daily rounds, looked me in the eye and told me everything they knew, but always finished with a joke that was enough to assure me that I was actually in control of what was happening to my brain and body, despite all evidence to the contrary.
The phlebotomist who took my bloods every day, who normally worked on the children’s ward but was sent my way by the nurses after a day or two of trying to get a hold of my tiny hidden veins. Yes, I got a lolly. No, I didn’t feel a thing.
The cooks who made my fish in white sauce with peas every day, despite it being a child’s meal; it seemed to be the only thing I could eat at least some bites of. The nurse who brought my best friend’s note up from the cold outside when he’d missed visiting hours but knew how much it would help me get through the night. She had been on her way home.
When I was in ICU following a severe bout of dehydration-led aphasia, during which I lost my ability to speak coherently, I heard the patient in the bed next to me in the final moments of his life. One of the nurses on duty allowed my mum to stay next to me and hold my hand instead of leaving, as every other patient’s loved ones were asked to do. She saw that, in this moment, she held my fragile mind, and its capacity to pray that I wouldn’t be next, in her hands.
In all those moments, over those three weeks, I was not, not ever, truly alone." Emilia Clarke
...Ya'll see it, right? Deirdre is part of the James Charles Sister Circle!
I saw Curt's serious face and immediately went "Oh wow, he does really remind me of Andre Braugher." fun fact; They share the same birthday (July 1st). So, happy belated! A lot of cranky villagers have July birthdays.
In the social media system, Thirst Trap based offenses are considered especially attention whore-like, but are usually encouraged by a higher like count and a gain in followers. Some of the following emojis are also often used: “ 👀 👅 🍆 .”
On Oh No They Didn't! - the dedicated detectives who investigate these Thirst Traps are members of an elite squad known as the Thirst Trap Unit.
Name: Nyle DiMarco Nationality: American Profession: Model, actor and deaf activist Best Known For: Cycle 22 Winner of “America’s Next Top Model” and Winner of Season 22 of the ABC’s “Dancing with the Stars,” Station 19 Frequent Thirst Traps?THOT level at high alert! He is a model after all. Bless. You don’t have to scroll far to find the good stuff. And there’s plenty of it. 👀
Just weeks after self-publishing a 3,690-word essay called "TERF Wars," in which she claimed to support trans people while doubling down on her belief that the ability to menstruate makes a woman, disgraced author J.K. Rowling has once again taken to Twitter to assure us that she is in fact that girl we knew she was.
In her latest 11-tweet rant, Rowling expressed concerns (which she alleges are shared by "many health professionals") that "young people struggling with their mental health are being shunted toward hormones and surgery... a new kind of conversion therapy for young gay people," before echoing an Oxford University professor's sentiments that "[the] use of puberty blockers on under-18s is an 'unregulated live experiment on children.'"
The screed was met with criticism by multiple high-profile members of the trans community and their allies. Among them was Juno Birch, the performance artist and fashion darling who has a personal history with the Tavistock Clinic in London, where Rowling alleges many of the aforementioned "experiments" are performed:
JK Rowling needs to be quiet immedietly she is literally harming the trans community, she apparently just posted the clinic I went to as a child and said that they are experimenting on us, when in fact the Tavistock clinic saved my life
It’s not that she’s offensive in what she’s saying cos I couldn’t give a crap what she thinks about us, but she plastering it all over her massive platform and infecting the uneducated minds about trans people and putting us at risk in public
A new version of the Sailor Moon manga, the Sailor Moon All Color Complete Edition, is coming out on June 29th. This fully colourized version of the manga will only be released digitally in Japan for now. Will you be getting it?https://t.co/8LKFKZlxKQpic.twitter.com/e4M0Eenfrv
The butt plug sex you control project created a sex toy that connects to Animal Crossing, to spice up those island dates or make everyday game-chores a little more thrilling.
It connects to a Nintendo Switch running Animal Crossing: New Horizon. The device was created due to fans demand, who have been requesting this sort of console haptic control for a while, to have the ability to play Animal Crossing on a cam show while viewers request and tip for you to chop down trees and set off the vibrator.
The butt plug vibrates whenever your character does something that would trigger a vibration on the Switch controllers. Casting a fishing line and reeling it in, and chopping down a tree both send the buttplug buzzing across his table.