Teresa

I like pancakes and sarcasm.

[Kate from Kharkiv @BohuslavskaKate]

In Zaporizhzhia rescuers saved an orange cat from the rubble of building destroyed by Russian attack.

Search and rescue operation continues. The death tall is currently 20 including 3 children‼️

[Elvia Limón @elvialimon]

I need to log off. I immediately understood all of the references here.

[Manny Marotta @MannyMarotta]

There are so many beautiful photos of the Towers before 9/11 that I can’t post on the history account because there’s no news story attached to them.

This one, for example, was taken at sunset on 9/1/01.

[Winnipeg Blue Bombers @Wpg_BlueBombers]

The club has made a statement.

#ForTheW

[Cats Out Of Context @Cats_ooc]

They are on a double date

[Historic Vids @historyinmemes]

On March 11, 889, a 22-year-old Japanese emperor wrote in his diary about a new black cat he had recently acquired…

“On the 6th Day of the 2nd Month of the First Year of the Kampo era. Taking a moment of my free time, I wish to express my joy of the cat. It arrived by boat as a gift to the late Emperor, received from the hands of Minamoto no Kuwashi.

The color of the fur is peerless. None could find the words to describe it, although one said it was reminiscent of the deepest ink. It has an air about it, similar to Kanno. Its length is 5 sun, and its height is 6 sun. I affixed a bow about its neck, but it did not remain for long.

In rebellion, it narrows its eyes and extends its needles. It shows its back.

When it lies down, it curls in a circle like a coin. You cannot see its feet. It's as if it were circular Bi disk. When it stands, its cry expresses profound loneliness, like a black dragon floating above the clouds.

By nature, it likes to stalk birds. It lowers its head and works its tail. It can extend its spine to raise its height by at least 2 sun. Its color allows it to disappear at night.

I am convinced it is superior to all other cats.”

[Paper Parrot @paperparrot_]

A construction crew in Barberton, Ohio, rescued an abandoned kitten on the worksite. And he joined the team.

They heard him meowing coming from their excavator.

Supervisor Chase Guello checked the skid plate on the Komatsu. A tiny kitten tumbled out.

They warmed her up, moved her into the office trailer, and named her Sue short for Komatsu. She’s now the official shop cat.

[Out of Context Human Race @NoContextHumans]

I’ve never seen anything more accurate in my life

[Larry the Cat @Number10cat]

"My message to the people of the UK is that I'll train the new guy but you're going to have to stick with one of them eventually."

[Winnipeg Blue Bombers @Wpg_BlueBombers]

WE WIN, YOU WIN! 🫵

Our friends at @benmossjewllers are giving away a $250 Ben Moss Gift Card for the dub! Re-post this post for a chance to win!

#ForTheW

[Sportsnet @Sportsnet]

Taylor Swift has Knicks fever 💙🧡

[Taylor Nation @taylornation13]

All we said was... The "I Knew It, I Knew You" Music Video is out now! ☁️ Watch on @Spotify and @AppleMusic. https://t.co/WNVuXUvXU5

See Disney and Pixar’s Toy Story 5 in theaters June 19.

[City of Winnipeg @cityofwinnipeg]

Here’s a photo of a little comfort in a difficult time. This #TBT captures a man petting a cat during the 1950 flood. Extra fitting on #HugYourCatDay! See more #WpgArchives https://t.co/gYjNUB5Vfl

[Co-op Tory 🍁 @CoopTory]

The Birds of Canada banknote series was so peak.

[Teresa @WpgTeresa]

@wpgpolice Released on an undertaking. Sad. Poor little kitten. 💔 What kind of monster is this person?

[Trunks @TrunksY2K]

Windows 98 Underwater Screensaver (1998)

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

In 1970, if a woman arrived at an emergency room after being raped, the staff moved fast. They cut away her clothing. They washed blood from her skin. They cleaned her wounds, combed debris from her hair, sutured, swabbed, stabilized.

They saved her life.

And in the same efficient hour, they destroyed the case.

The clothing that held fibers and semen was bagged with hospital trash. The fingernails that might have carried skin cells were scrubbed clean. The bruises were documented only as injuries, not as patterns of violence. By the time police arrived, there was often nothing left but a shaken woman and a report that would quietly die in a file.

No one intended harm. Nurses were trained to heal, not to think like investigators. Emergency medicine focused on stopping bleeding and preventing infection. Justice was considered someone else’s department.

Except it wasn’t.

It was the survivor’s.

Virginia Lynch was a nurse who noticed what others had normalized. Born in 1941, she grew up in a culture that treated sexual violence as something shameful, private, better left unexamined. In the ER, she saw the same pattern repeat. A woman would arrive assaulted. Staff would do what they were taught. Hours later, police would ask for evidence that no longer existed.

Prosecutors declined cases. Defense attorneys dismantled what little documentation there was. Survivors were left with a quiet, corrosive message: if it can’t be proven, maybe it didn’t really happen.

Lynch understood something radical for her time — hospitals were not neutral spaces. They were the first crossroads between trauma and accountability. If evidence vanished there, justice rarely followed.

When she began asking why nurses weren’t trained to preserve forensic evidence, the resistance was immediate. Doctors said nursing was about care, not crime. Law enforcement questioned whether nurses could handle chain of custody. Administrators worried about lawsuits and reputation. Beneath all of it was a deeper discomfort: taking sexual assault seriously would require admitting how common it was.

But Lynch kept pushing.

She began designing protocols that did not force a false choice between healing and documentation. Clothing could be preserved without delaying treatment. Injuries could be photographed respectfully. Swabs could be taken with consent. Detailed notes could be written in language that held up in court. Evidence could be secured without turning a survivor into an object.

She saw nurses differently than others did. They were already there first. They saw injuries before they faded. They heard the story before it hardened into a deposition. They had the trust of patients in moments when uniformed officers might not.

If nurses were trained properly, they could protect both the body and the truth of what happened to it.

Out of that insistence came a new field: forensic nursing. Eventually, the role of the Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner — SANE — was formalized. These nurses learned evidence collection, trauma-informed interviewing, courtroom testimony, and meticulous documentation. They became the bridge between medicine and the legal system.

Hospitals that adopted these programs saw measurable change. Evidence was preserved correctly. Cases were stronger. Convictions increased. Survivors reported feeling believed instead of processed. The difference was not dramatic technology. It was intention, structure, and training.

By the 1990s, forensic nursing was recognized as a legitimate specialty. Courts accepted forensic nurses as expert witnesses. Nursing schools began offering training programs. What had once been dismissed as unnecessary interference became the standard of care.

© Women In World History

#archaeohistories

[Visegrád 24 @visegrad24]

A Czechoslovakian Wolfdog joined the Olympic cross-country sprint and even made it into the photo finish!

This morning, the women’s team cross-country sprint qualification took place at the Olympics.

As Argentine athlete Nahyara Díaz González approached the finish line, a wolf-like dog appeared on the horizon, calmly making its way toward the finish.

In the end, the dog crossed the line alongside skiers from Croatia and Greece, and even showed up in the photo finish.

It turned out her name is Nazgul. She’s a two-year-old Czechoslovakian Wolfdog who had simply run out from a nearby home.