#doctor evil mother fucker

[darkopsiian]

eggy Monolith posting, because i've had a bad day

#myart #myocs #rain world #drmoth #mfw i eat all the raspberries at the farmers market #doctor evil mother fucker #monolith of the hateful

[nic-is-the-worst]

In Voyager season 4 episode 23 “Living Witness” an evil version of the ship/ crew is shown- here’s the main crew and how they are evil

Evil Janeway

-hot 🥵

-butch

- coolest mother fucker out there

-murder(but like she’s pretty so it’s fine)

-cool haircut

-starts the episode off w/ a cool line about how violence is chill

Evil Chakotay

-bad haircut

-cooler face tattoo

-physically attacks Tom(relatable king)

-exudes chump energy (love him for that)

Evil Harry Kim

-gay ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

-great hair

-serving cunt

-still a mommas boy

-also attacks Tom after Chakotay does

-tortues someone(lots of homosexual tension)

Evil Doctor

-orbs

-somehow more monotone+sarcastic

-unhappy to be working w/ Voyager crew

Evil Tom Paris

-whore

-very bad at his job

-gets jumped(but he deserves it)

-chump energy(but like he always exudes that)

Evil Neelix

-no pep :(

-zero flavor

-but he insults Tom

-and he also attacks Tom

Evil Tuvok

-pretty much the same

-but like meaner (very funny)

-ALSO attacks Tom

Pic of crew jumping Tom 💖💖💖💖💖💖

#technically they were never evil it was fake news #also I would like to specify that I love Tom and his loser energy #janeway is so hot in this episode I cant believe they expected the audience to disagree with her #very sappy ending with the doctor in this episode #captain janeway #tom paris #harry kim #tuvok #neelix #chakotay #st voyager #star trek #voyager doctor

[girlsmoonsandstars]

i had to stop here because this made me feel physically violent tbh. "doctors don't FORCE FEED YOU hormones" ok but what happens when you experience genuine distress due to sex dysphoria? you go to a doctor. what do they do? diagnose you and start a course of treatment. "say you took the hormones that were offered when you ASKED for them" asked for them? in what context? just out if the blue? knowing there were alternatives? WERE there alternatives? were there real, MEANINGFUL choices on the table for a 16 year old girl who was suffering?

"take responsibility" YOU THE FUCK FIRST. YOU FIRST. EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKER WHO INDUCES SUICIDALITY IN TEENAGERS TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FIRST. EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO INSISTS THAT TRANSITION IS THE ONLY TREATMENT FOR DYSPHORIA AND EVERYONE ELSE IS EVIL TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FIRST. EVERY SINGLE PERSON TALKING DOWN TO DETRANS WOMEN (and it's always the ftmtf taking this heat, isn't it?) ACTING LIKE THEY'RE PERSONALLY MURDERING 50,000 TRANS WOMEN BY HAVING BEEN HARMED BY THEIR TRANSITION TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FIRST.

(internal screaming)

[boyakishantriage]

The ship shook violently, as I suddenly became aware of the searing pain across my chest, a headache soon filled my mind as it went into overdrive and then. Calm. As I always did, I checked my body. Nothing broken, just a couple of ribs. Blood streamed down my ears, as I quickly figured what happened.

We'd been hit, a laser striking the side of the vessel causing it to crash... The sound of wind whistling its way down the halls, we had 32 crew. 9 humans including myself in that 32...

A hand reached for a needle, with pins coursing through her body as it began to freeze up. Pushing past the function, she stabbed herself with the EpiPen.

Blood flushed through her system, as everything ran into overdrive. Heart pounding, she forced herself to slow down as she staggered her way down the hall. Gripping her diaphragm as she leaned into a door with her bag of drugs.

Sam lay on the bed, frozen as he processed what just happened. Then pain in his leg, as a bag was thrown into him.

"oi. Dick sucker, go wake up the others. I'm gonna. Fucking. I'm gonna go close the fucking hole." He barely managed to mumble his thanks as she walked out.

BZZT. BZZZT. BZZT.

Her sister called her stupid. Bringing a bag of EpiPens, a small fusion reactor and some bits and bobs of tech. Wearing a face mask, she fused the metal together, every so often swearing as she walked up and down covering the holes with spare doors, plates, panels. Anything that wouldn't let out oxygen when they got off the ground. Which would probably take weeks, then something caught her ear.

Something coughed, tall and lanky with a dark deer complexion, the engineer of the ship swore as he dragged himself towards the engine room.

"Uhh. What?"

"engine. Explode. Gotta. Off."

The man thing lost his strength, legs probably broken I shrugged and opened the door.

I dragged the deer man into the med bay, dragging the delirious doctor with me as I threw him into a pod. Bacta tanks, suspend the person and healing liquid helps relax the body speeding up healing. Shoving a strawberry into his mouth, the girl woke up. Spitting the strawberry like a pepper, because that's what it was in her biology.

"GAH. WHAT?" She turned to look at me, as I burped.

"I'm going into a tank. You need to turn it on before the adrenaline wears off. Ok?" I helped myself into the tank, as everything went dark.

The shadow realm. A place of darkness and evil, a well of black magic. Figures move around me as I stand over Tartarus. The deepest part of the pit, linked up to here and comes to what can only be described as a pit of tar. Tying my hair back, slitting my wrists I dive down.

"MOTHER FUCKER." I shouted in reflex, spitting out phlegm as the captain looks at me.

"... What?"

"we crashed."

"I mean. Yeah."

"but we're not dead."

"That can happen."

"... And our communicators are out."

The orc like woman took a seat. Probably having a breakdown. The slime nurse woman looked at me.

"she's uh. Been doing that for a while now."

"how many people injured right now?"

"like lethal? Uhhh. 1, but they're. Well."

He closed the tube, turning the machine on.

BOOM

I flinched, reaching for my knife as he paused.

"oh right. We need the engine for power but we. Uh. Couldn't do it without breaking it, so..."

"... I get it. But damn."

I turned to the captain, her head in hands as she appeared to be breaking down.

"so. I'm just gonna..."

I reached forward, taking her card.

I wandered the ship, soon finding a group appearing unsure what to do.

"Good morning."

"... Ah. Human Eleanor..."

He trailed off, the goblin like alien losing his train of thought as I looked around.

"Alright. Fuck this. Warg. Hey. WARG."

The goblin snapped to attention.

"yes?"

"Can you clean up the halls?"

"i- the ship."

"WARG. Stop thinking, clean the halls. We can't have more accidents, so make sure we can walk through the halls without getting hurt."

The goblin hesitated, pausing as he nodded.

"clean the halls."

"RI-RI HEY. YO. YOU AWAKE?"

I jostled the chef awake, the squid cousin to Dina the doctor snapping awake.

"uh- what?"

"how much food we got?"

"I- err."

"how long can we last with the food and water we have?"

"umm. Eight months? But-"

"ok. And if we ration it?"

"... Half a year?"

"great. Can you preserve what we have, make it last longer and organise the kitchen?"

"but-"

"Stop thinking about it, your job now is preserve and organise ok?"

I met Sam and John, the pair arguing as they always did.

"OI. DICK SUCKERS. GET OUT THE SHIP, RUN ANALYSIS AND FORM A PERIMETER AROUND US. BUILD A CAMPSITE!"

The gays looked at me, each other before shrugging and moving off.

It took three hours, three hours of organising and sending people to do things, at some point I'd handed out radios for people to call where they where, who they were and whatever they wanted to say. Most of the aliens were in a daze, with the other seven humans either trying to figure something out or arguing on what to do.

"Anthony. Find Wargo and figure out how to fix this ship. Liam, quit your bitching and go make a farm or something. Pashi, go with Tina and get everyone in the right headspace. Here's a radio, get them into the cafeteria. Saw, go out and help John and Sam. Onion, come with me to the cafeteria."

The others broke off, as the captain began gaining her senses.

"the ship-

"Shut up. We're going to the cafeteria."

#tag #Triage #Ee #humans are space orcs

[holocene-sims]

Seven Sins Challenge Which of your OCs fits pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Then pass it on…

oh this is such a cool challenge!! it's perfect for thinking of & utilizing my characters differently. thank you so much for sending this prompt my way <3

pride - grandma aoife. she has an IMMENSE amount of pride. anything that makes her look even marginally weak, out of control, or wrong gets an immediate and very visceral reaction, and she takes pretty desperate measures to preserve her outward appearance, whether that is literally the way she looks or perceptions of who she is. like she cannot live without the protection pride brings.

greed - honestly? it's grant's dad juhani. i know, i know, we don't see him much, but he's definitely the greedy one (other than mary.) he cares a lot about making money, as evidenced by that one dinner post in the story when he, mary, and their friends were trying to convince grant into being a doctor because it's a profession for the wealthy (and that the money matters more than helping people...)

wrath - hey mother mary, this is the place for you, you monster! i got nothing to say for her except she's an extremely evil and vengeful woman. nasty nasty nasty

envy - hmm, this one was the hardest for me to decide on without repeating a character because i think SO many of my sims could fit in this category. but i would actually say kelly, grant's sister. i don't want to spoil too much because i have plans for addressing the family backstory more, but just based on what's already posted, you can see she's very envious of the way elizabeth (the other sister) was treated, and she does some wack shit to try and receive the same treatment.

lust - we all know who this is! it's miss santa fucker päivi & her cheating ways!

gluttony - let's be real, it's grant. he's a perfect fit because he's the dude with previous (and nigh fatal) drug and alcohol addictions, and who still to this day has a penchant for binge eating to fix his feelings because he can't (and won't) use chemical solutions now. he is far better now but i think that urge is always going to be in him. it's just been a coping mechanism for so long and the particular mental health ailments he struggles with are co-morbid with these not very helpful coping strategies.

sloth - this is colm. he tends strongly towards being very lazy (unless it something is 100% interesting to him, at which point he'll get shit done.) but usually, he puts everything off, even the stuff he's at least semi-interested in. he's kind of all or nothing.

#asks #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras #hlcn: grant #hlcn: aoife #hlcn: colm #hlcn: päivi #hlcn: mary #hlcn: kelly #hlcn: juhani

[creepypastalover97]

Okay time for another creepypasta au headcannon

Today’s headcannon is going to be about eyeless jack

Anyway on with the headcannon

. Jack is 26 years old

. Jack is very tall, hovering at about 6’2. He’s also well built, with a highly muscular form. He’s nicely toned all over but is more muscular in his torso and arms than he is in his legs.

. For a long time after his transformation EJ was blind. He can’t see shit, mother fucker has no eyes! His sense of touch is the strongest sense he has. His hearing is acute to where he can hear a doorknob just faintly turn in the next room over. but his sense of touch is so good that he can feel your pulse with just his fingertips on your skin.

. He almost never takes off his mask though. Cuz he thinks he looks like a disgusting monster, mainly due to his (lack of) eyes. But lowkey everyone thinks he’s hot, even if you’re not that into guys, when you see him ur like ‘hot damn is that a man’. He has kinda low self esteem though, so he doesn’t seem to notice everyone staring at him, open mouthed, drooling

. His skin is a mid-tone ashy grey, with the slightest blue undertone to it. So when he blushes, the greyish hue of his skin changes to purplish.

. He has three tounges, and he can make the other 2 come out by command.

. His saliva is gray and acidic, it will leave stains and wear through something if left long enough

. That black goo that secretes from his eyes and drools out his mouth from time to time is a numbing agent. Just a drop of it making contact on skin is enough to suddenly feel a soft buzzing and your nerves turning off.

. the corners of his mouth extend farther down his face than a normal mouth, similar to the way a dog’s mouth does. his jaw can also unhinge to a 75-degree angle.

. Eyeless Jack has multiple rows of fangs, similar to a shark. He tries really hard not to bite his tongues , he really does.

. His nails are kind of like claws and whenever he’s impatient he starts clacking them on the nearest surface, no one is sure if he is threatening them or just bored. It does make you speed up whatever you were doing though, so it’s super effective!

. Speaking of efficiency, EJ loves efficacy. You know that one meme about the mom saying ‘oh yeah this is gonna be so fucking efficient’ and then her plan immediately backfires. Yeah, massive EJ energy.

. Big introvert, likes to spend time alone reading some medical book and taking notes. He has doctor handwriting so it’s impossible to read any of the notes he makes in the margins though.

. Jack can only eat humans or monster tainted beings, ‘human food’ isn’t edible to him

. He is absolutely medically talented! Before any incident of him becoming the evil demon he is, he had the greatest fascination with the human body. With a Major in Medicine and a Minor in Biology, he was skilled in dissection from the start and with any form of exterior from specimen. Ever since becoming a full time resident of the Mansion he’s become the on-site doctor for the other residents (he was a medical student after all). He doesn’t mind this 1 bit, he likes helping out Nurse Ann with medical stuff.

. Likes to stock up on food to make sure he doesn’t go hungry

. He carries a backpack to hold his food and tools to harvest

. If he had to be honest he’s not a big fan of harvesting. He wouldn’t do it if he didn’t need to consume organs in order to live. That’s why he likes to stock up as much as possible

. He finds some weird enjoyment in comparing and studying the kidneys and other organs he harvest

. The scalpel he uses is absolutely unnecessary but he’s a germaphope and dead people under your nails is NOT a nice feeling

. He refuses to learn brail, it’s admitting his blindness, admitting his weakness. Moving everything three inches to the left will screw this man up beyond belief

. EJ sleeps with towels over his eye sockets so that he doesn’t get black goo all over his sheets.

. He misses the feeling of having eyeballs in his sockets, so he owns a pair of glass eyes that he uses once in a while for nostalgia

. The reason he wears all black is because otherwise he has no ability to put an outfit together. Like this man has tried to wear yellow sweatpants.

. part of the unholy trinity which consists of him, ben, and jeff

. 25% DEMON CANNIBAL, 75% INNOCENT SWEET CINNAMON BUN. Like, this man is such a sweetheart. Jeff calls him “stuffed animal demon cannibal” because Jack is just that frikkin harmless.

. He likes to watch anime ( his favorite is cells at work)

. he is actually very good with kids too after he remembers that not all 8 year olds can do calculus and understand obscure medical or philosophical theories. Circe has found him sitting on the floor in the house of someone he broke into, trying to explain the Kreb's cycle to a terrified 5 year old

. The man goes through a heat once every 3-4 months and with no one to bone he basically goes off the grid and locks himself awaubtke a few days

. Jack makes cicada noises when he’s upset

. Hes more similar to a cat then anything else. His cat-like quality is purring, when super relaxed, he quietly purrs. If you want him to purr louder try playing with his hair, that always does the trick. When anyone brings it up he vehemently denies it. But we all know that he’s really just a big ol’ cuddly cat deep down inside.

. Unfortunately, he is not ticklish at all, whenever someone tries to tickle him he just sits there and stares at them for a minute before telling them to stop :(

. he listens to EVERYONES drama. he doesn’t care about it, but it’s good for blackmail, not that he uses blackmail

- we don’t talk about it

. he loves walking in the woods, it’s calming

until he gets scared by a deer or something and immediately goes home because fuck that the forest sucks

. EJ admires Liu , but usually can’t talk to him (He has the biggest crush on him. Bruh just ask him out already and get the rejection over with >:( )

. Jack’s got a very dry sense of humor, if at all. He tolerates sarcastic people but prefers things straight to the point. So long as you’re respectful he could care less.

“So do you want the good news or bad news first.”- ej

“ The good news!!”- toby

“ I get to name a disease after you.”- ej

. He plays silent hill

. He likes to sit in the kitchen when someone is cooking, he likes the smell even if he can’t eat it

. He has animal feet

Overall eyeless jack is its a guy who tries his best to live his life.

P.s. none of this is canon so don’t take seriously if you don’t want to, if you don’t like it, take it somewhere else

Ok, bye 👋🏻

P.s.s. Go check out Circe’s origin story on archive of our own. It’s called rabbits are not what they seem.

#creepypasta world building #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #creepypasta

[mysteriouspenguin29]

my spicy i’m really spicy take on Jeff the killer

last post i kind of went on rant about the Jeff the killer story which i read and listen to dozen of time. i know it crap now a day, Jeff is kind of joke of a character. people including myself toke it too seriously for really bad story. why oh did any one see this crap of story as masterpiece who knows! I think as far i’m  aware Jeff story has rebooted  I think though never really bother to check it. he story has been i think moved to crappypasta i think.

but listening to know i just help but think this poor kid. let me tell my take on this crap of story what i toke away from it. I’m not going to tell you all of it just parts of it. one it said Jeff felt happy after hurt the bully character  it meant to be sign that Jeff is evil but really i toke it as nothing, the bully character rob them for really no reason they almost beat the shit of his brother i think i remember something like that happening. yes jeff toke a little too far, but in his defense he was really defending himself and his brother then there the part he was fire from i forget bleach maybe? and the parent you know the adults just started and watch as Jeff is a fire his whole fucking body is on fire and this fucker just stand there and watched. i think one of the bully character had a gun. but it just everyone watch as Jeff whole body burned no one did anything. i’m really surprised Jeff didn’t die

there the whole unwrapping his bandage and his face being reveal him saying he loves it. i really toke it as him begin to mental breakdown a bit, really think about it he seeing his face for the first time in what weeks i think to see this fucked up face, that doesn’t even look like him anymore i think he started to really having a mental breakdown. the doctor just wave off this kind of sign he under distress by oh it the medicine we gave him  not our problem good lucking with the kids who starting to mental break. then the whole cutting his cheek and burning his eyelid thing. he left alone unsupervised, never even checked on by his parent any point before this point as far as i can tell. Jeff was left alone to deal with it himself, everyone is like look i know you’re dealing with this new face and it clear something going on with you..but we tired we going to bed deal with yourself. the whole cutting his cheek and burning his eye lid is just really bad self harm for a person who clearly having crisis and no one did a god damn thing. i think it mention his mother hears him crying, so i really toke it as he really not doing this willingly he doing this as cry for help or attention. and when his mother see that he did to his face, clearly his under distress she doesn’t think my son  has just harmed himself maybe i should help him then whole am i beautiful thing the way i saw it Jeff was so disgusted by his new appearance he just wants anyone some one to tell him a good looking person   like he use to be, i mean i think he was just constantly lying to himself that he was still beautiful as a coping mechanism but hey that just me. then his mother in her brightest move ever seeing her son is going through what clear to me a mental breakdown to point where he self harming, she just goes to her husband and tell him to get the gun which meant they were going to fucking shot their own son there no other it can be taken. why get  a gun for a person who really struggle probably bleeding too and is really clear just at the breaking point. i can’t see pointing at him to reason with him will work.

the story was probably meant to be oh Jeff was always a killer or something. i just toke it as this poor kid going through some much trauma so fast it breaking him for his parent to then turn on then he fucking snapped.  imagine yourself you maybe i don’t slit your wrist or something you turn for your parent for support when it obvious cry of help. to hear you parent talk about how their going to kill just for doing that.

Jeff was clearly to me at lest as person who suffer with mental issues was mentally breaking the moment he saw his face, he try to cope with it saying  he beautiful he still disgusted by it no matter how time he says it. he left unsupervised and alone for who know how long it was i don’t remember with no help or support for his family i don’t think once they ever try to comfort him in any way. then Jeff stop lying to himself having really serve mental breakdown in the night. he goes to the bathroom and what obvious to do self harm but to the extreme cause he not thinking straight. his mom come in see what he done to himself knowing he just got out the hospital dealing with a i call a deformed face. he clearly near the break pointing it kind sounded desperate to me for Jeff to ask his mom am i beautiful?   like it was the only hope he had left, then to hear his mother tell his father to get a gun, he know what that meant, they were going to kill him. he then snaps he just fucking loses it. all hope he ever had left shattered. they saw him as he saw himself a monster.

yeah i think he really fuck up the bullies during the whole fight, but the story kind forget that by saying the bullies turn themselves in that why liu was out of jail and he didn’t get in trouble. i mean one them brought a gun I’m pretty sure lord know why this kid who think was  a little older  then Jeff got a gun in first place. no one questioned that ever like where this kid got gun from.

i think Jeff just finally embrace this monster he has become, plus he just clearly mentally unstable clearly suffering with some type of real mental issues that are never address never acknowledge at any point. to me he suffering with mental issues i can’t tell what personally i think it PTSD,  maybe dissociative identity disorder i really don’t know not saying people who have it in real life are like that.

i just theorizing this crap story it probably the same reason ever killer now a day go crazy either their were crazy for no real reason or they were bullied.

I’m sorry i just I’m over analyzing this old crap story. it was read by some people on the internet did think at the time not even me, this story was kind of shitty to begin with. i know now a day jeff is not scary anymore he just a huge joke.

he often paired the most even though he i think he fourteen when it tell the story so that big yikes at most he age up i say is sixteen maybe seventeen that what i think he age is when the story begin. i read some awful stories with him it the slender man, the jane killer one where i think they have sex i don’t recall even though in Jane story she suppose to hate Jeff guts and she is a canon lesbian by the creator so yikes on that too . then the dear god sally x  Jeff ship you know play with me sally story that was really big( i read it, it has child rape for no good reason other then to make the bad guy look i don’t more bad it real crap don’t bother to read honestly) you know the little girl who often can see by slenderman side for really no reason. well guess what the creator of sally age up for some goddamn i can’t understand and is now pairing her character with Jeff and Ben you know the ten year who drown and haunt a game that one so another yikes i guess she has draw porn of them screwing believe i wanted to bleach my eyes out when i saw that and remember Ben is canon to be ten years old yet it doesn’t no one from aging him making his bleed cause that cool i guess. and make him a prevent character dear god what have they done to you Ben the story was good to, it was the first one i genuinely liked and you were a statue in the game. now you this...all the really poplar one back in the day has been just this big joke. i listen  to  laughing jack it was godawful, one of the worst i listen to women get killed in very cruel way just cause you know we got to explain why jack is crazy i guess it just honestly just so hard to sit through hearing these description he poplar too and he even has knock off based off him. eyeless jack who i always toke as some kind of demon he a hot guy now with also bleeding eyes and kidney eating instead being any  where near disturbing like the creator I’m sure tend it to be  , it just his quirky  treat. Jane who suppose to be this tragic figure who seek revenge on Jeff for badly burning her body to point where has to wear a mask and killed her family she in love with him for good reason I’m sure, ticci tody the character who went crazy from seeing slender-man he like waffles for some reason also he love this girl called clockwork i think i can’t remember i listen to her story by the way, it involves insect rape how fun. Slender man this mysterious figure who been around for who know how long luring children into the wood never to be seen  again. he has now a slender-man family and a own mansion which most of the killer live in and don’t tempt to kill each other even though..their killer. one the slender man jokes is oh he rapey and a pervert  yeah that the joke  never once found it funny.

i read this god awful fan fiction by i don’t remember who trying to explain eyeless jack origins i guess  i don’t remember much other then Jack was normal person for some reason. i think he goes crazy though i can’t remember why. then magically he eyeless jack. never explains why the kidney thing though.

anyway was this suppose to be about i see Jeff as much deeper character not me ranting on how creepypasta aren’t scary anymore? i don’t even remember what i was talking about let me go on another rant. Jeff is suppose to be burnt but everyone betray him as this gorgeous guy with i shit you not a six pick even though he was young and his skin is burnt. some betray him as scary but i don’t really see that as often as hot Jeff. dear god how the creepypasta just became just a joke

#jeff the killer #i got sidetracked #me ranting #creepypasta #me reading into thing to much #me overthinking #food for thought #watch me go on and on #watch me rant endless #will i ever shut up about this? #no! #me talking #talking way to much #screaming into the void #did the void scream back? #it just not the same #my spicy take #random rant

[wuornosblog]

6-8-92

Dear Dawn, Im gonna do some feed back to you on all the cheating feelings and lying feelings I have over concerning Arlene . . . I have been nothing but lied to . . . When I was arrested . . . eventually I confessed to selfdefense . . . Well the cops must of got pissed off. Cause I didnt fit there questions right for there “Seriel Killing scam” . . . Anyway [the cops] got pissed off and told the guards to put me in medical lock down, and feed her full of drugs. I was crying like a mother fucker, shaking like crazy., And was DTing and withdrawing from all my alcohol. Plus shook up! . . . So when they offered me a 25 mg Librium pill and 4 . . . 25 mg vistoril pills, I took them gladly … I later learned these were sinous pills not tranquilizers from Arlenes “Doctor” . . . I stayed in this lock down haveing done nothing for 15 days. And now hooked on Visteril. Once they realized I was good and hooked they let me out. Now during the time in medical lock down. My public defender Raymond Cass and [another lawyer] came to see me 4 times. DURING JANUARY The 1st time was cass only. The very first thing he said to me. Was! I am gonna try to do my damest from keeping you from the chair, In the meantinme youll probably get life. And I know you haven’t got a family or financial aid,. Ive been contacted by a women named Jackie Giourx who would like to do a book and movie about you . . . I said. I’m not too interested in this … I want to know about my case. What do you mean “life in prison!” I don’t deserve nothing man! I merely defended my ass . . . He said well we’ll talk about that later. Theres a lot of things I have to check into before I can give you any concrete answers. But right now . . . I came to financially help you! During your jail time your gonna need money . . . If your interested. You need to tell me now . . . I said right now I’m not! . . . So then he left. two days later he shows up, with my old P.D. who represented me in 81 on my armed Robbery charge. “Russel Armstrong” . . . When I saw him I was shocked! And kinda glad. he’s a good defense attorney. And immediately said. Are you going to be representing me . . . he said. No not really! Its all on Jackie again. And that Russel A is willing to become my civil attorney to the movie deal. to make sure everything is legal and honest. Free of charge at that. So I think (a) while. Then said . . . Sounds like a good deal. Then he says. But this will have to be very (a) closed subject and Silent, We could loose our careers over this. So I consider and consider listen more consider and finally agree. He then says. She’s willing to give you 60 dollars a month every month untill the movies completed. Then once completed $150,000 is as far as she’ll go . . . The Son of Sam law cant touch it. Because we’ll have it put in a trust fund. Where as one of us will be gaurdian over it. And will send you any amount whenever you need it. I was all messed up in the head over everything., the drugs (visteril), incarceration, all of it! But still agreed not rationalizing things out. Which today I regret over. The murder charges still were not discussed . . . Now the 16th I confessed and it was now around the 21st when I excepted the deal . . . 1 week later Russel comes to Jail with contract, 9 copies to sign “Why 9?” I later in life figure out why. The other people involved with them getting a piece of the rock. I sign contract on the 31 st . . . next letters on the way. It really gets interesting. The crookedness is so wild and evil. Let me close So I can get on with a new letter. 4-now Love Lee

#aileen wuornos #deardawn #diary entry #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist safe #feminism #radical feminism

[narrators-journal]

Illumi's family arranged for him to marry the daughter of a famous murderous family, his fiancee has the personality of Violet Evergarden, they have a son together, but before Illumi finds out about the child, she breaks up the marriage! 5 years later he found out about the prodigy son, what would his reaction be? Would he try to get custody of the child or would he force the reader to remarry and start a family? (Illumi Yandere obsessive)

So, I had a bit of fun and made this a little scenario! Though, to answer your question, he'd force reader-chan to remarry him and play family. I hope you enjoy this little ditty!

To be fair, betrothal had a track record for being somewhat fickle in the longevity department, Illumi could admit that. He'd wanted his marriage to you to take after his own parents' relationship, long lasting, happy, stable. However, you had been stubbornly independent from the first day he'd met you when he was 12, all because you had come from your own well off, assassin-trained family. That fact had pissed him off as a child, it'd annoyed him the most as a teen, because at 16 you were particularly enthusiastic with your defiance of his rules and commands, and it hadn't sat well with him when you finally officially married him, but he'd tried to negotiate with you and keep the peace. You obey him, he won't use his needles on you, win-win.

Guess not, since about a year into the arrangement, you'd been able to worm your way through a loophole that let you divorce him. Hence why you were currently playing a nasty game of tag.

That was something of the last straw for Illumi. He could learn to manage you going against his rules, he could put up with your stubborn personality and spiteful refusal to give up birth control, but he would never allow his wife to just walk out on him. So, when you'd vanished, he of course went looking for you, which was a hassle and a half since you were trained to work in his line of business. So, he tried not to be annoyed when his hunt lasted for a few years, but it really did eat at him.

I'm about to just declare (y/n) dead and find a new wife. He thought one day, five years into his hunt, while he trudged around a shop with his mother's list of demands in hand. As time had gone on, Kikyo Zoldyck, Illumi's mom, had made a habit out of sending him personally to grocery shop so he would stop fuming around the estate. So, dressed in one of his sweatshirts and some shorts, Illumi was standing in a store, grumpily musing over what to do about his runaway wife while finding the stuff his mother asked for. Suddenly, just as he turned down another aisle, he spotted a strange child all alone in the pathway, looking down at some candy.        "Where are your parents?" he asked, and when the boy looked up at him, his eyes narrowed. He was looking back into his own dark, bottomless eyes. "Where is your mother?" he asked again, his voice somewhere between calm and tense, but the child acted as if he didn't hear any of the malice in Illumi's voice, just turning and running off down the aisle with his chosen candy in hand.

Swiftly, Illumi put his own shopping down and went after him, following the young boy down a few aisles before losing him in a small crowd. So, the man huffed, clenching his fist and repressing the hot rage coursing through his veins before returning to his shopping and just going to buy everything he had, his mother would have to send a butler to finish the list later. However, while standing in line, stewing in his frustration, confusion, and wrath at the potential answers he was thinking up to explain the odd child, the long haired assassin struck a gold mine of luck. Out of the corner of his eye, walking towards the exit, he spotted the familiar puppy-patterned shirt of the toddler he'd seen earlier, but this time said child was holding onto the hand of a woman.

So, acting quickly, he put his things down again and went after the duo, catching up to them and grabbing the woman by the wrist when they were outside in the parking lot.           "Hey!" you snapped, whirling around to face Illumi, that sickly familiar look of aggression instantly giving you away,           "(y/n)." Your name was curt and rather inexpressive, but Illumi's aura held all of the underlying meaning and threat he needed for your narrowed, (e/c) eyes to flit through a multitude of emotions. Terror, anger, back to fear, than back to anger, and finally, a cold, hateful, calm.           "Can the Zoldycks really not afford a dictionary? We're divorced Illumi, you have no right to bother me." you hissed, yanking your wrist out of his bruising hold while inching your son behind you.           "We can talk about the 'divorce' later, as for my rights, I have quite a few when it comes to my child." He pointed out, glancing down to the dark-eyed child behind you, getting an evil look in response,           "He isn't your kid, fucker. You're not the only man I've slept with, stupid." you shot back, barring your teeth at the murderer-for-hire.

For a long moment, the two of you stared one another down. Both were obviously pissed and full of malice, but with a small child that could likely be Illumi's so close, neither could express that aggression, whether it be through their auras or a vitriolic fight. So, they were somewhat stuck in a stalemate until Gotoh broke the tension,           "Master Illumi, would you like some assistance?" He offered, bringing to your attention that you were caged in by two butlers and Illumi. To make things worse for you, Illumi caught that realization in your body language and relaxed a bit knowing he'd finally got you back.            "Let's just go home. Gotoh, call the doctor for a DNA test, I'll need it for the kid." Illumi said, breaking the hateful staring contest he'd been in with you to once again look at the small, (your hair color) boy you were doing your best to keep from him.           "Fuck off, Illumi, I'm leaving." You snapped, refusing to give in without at least a tiny fight, which the man understood, but he refused to let you go again.           "That's where we're going, (y/n), home." he assured, and before you could argue again or attack him, Gotoh put a hand on your shoulder and firmly led you to the car, letting Illumi follow, in a far better mood now.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #yandere illumi x reader #Illumi Zoldyck #ask #scenario #yandere Illumi #Illumi x reader

[blueroan-equestrian]

Once Upon an Arrangement 2

part one

@ravendarkstar1

I was now in my third trimester, and cranky. Gaara walked into our shared room and sits down on the edge of my bed, "I know being away from your family has been hard for you while being pregnant, so I have arranged for your mother and one of your brothers to come and stay with us for a while.”

I smiled up at him, “Really? When are they coming?”

“Come on in!” He called and a giddy mother and a grumpy brother came in.

...

I loved having mom and Brandon with me but the longer they were with me the more weird things I noticed about Brandon. His whole demeanor was off. I would see flashes in places I told them no phones, I'd find him in places he shouldn't be. I didn't understand until Kankuro brought it to Gaara's attention, my home land had tried to turn my brother into a spy.

Gaara came to me, "Sweetheart... there's a war coming and I think it would be best for you to go home with your mother and brother."

"No, I'm pregnant and whatever Brandon got, he can't deliver unless he goes home and even then only if he brings the phone." I tisked as I waddled to the couch in our bedroom.

He came and sat next to me, “What if a war is coming and you and the baby are here? I can’t protect the village and worry about you and the baby.”

Deadpanned I said, “Welcome to parenthood... you’re always going to be worried, you’re just going to have to learn how to work through it. We aren’t going anywhere because I know we’re safer here with you.”

He shake his head leaning over to kiss my belly, “With their technology... I am not so sure about that.”

He looks at me with such sad eyes, “Gaara... I think I know what to do. But I need you to trust me.”

He rested his forehead against mine, “I do my love, but your safety and the safety of our child is nothing to play with.”

“Who said that I was playing? I will not leave my husband, do you understand?” I say giving him a big a firm peck on the lips.

He smirks, “I do, so tell me love, what is this plan of yours.”

I smirked, “I think we can flip him and feed them bad intell.”

He smirks back and goes to work up some bad intell and I to flip my brother.

....

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Get this baby out of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed in pain as another contraction swept over me.

Gaara held my hand though they tried to keep him from entering the delivery room, but I had him sic his sand on them. I was not going to deliver his baby without him by my side! Gaara tried his best to soothe me, but even with the pain killers they hooked me up on couldn’t numb the pain I was in.

Finally after one last grueling push, there was a cry from a baby and one of the doctors held it up and said, “It’s a girl!”

“A girl!” Gaara sang, “did you hear that, love?”

“Uh-huh.... l did. Can I sleep now?”

“Please do. Kazekage please, she needs her rest, you must leave the room.”

I was too weak to protest but luckily Gaara wasn’t, “No thank you but I prefer to watch over my girls as they are taken care of. Please hand over my daughter as soon as possible.”

They tried to argue with him but he wouldn’t have it they cleaned her up and handed her over with a bottle. I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up my vagina was oozing something like tar and was more soar than a mother fucker. I turned and sitting next to me was Gaara holding our newborn baby girl, “How is she?”

“She is an angel, perfect in every way.” He hummed happily, “Would you like to hold her?”

I nodded and he carefully slipped her into my arms, I held her tightly against no, “She’s beautiful! She has your eyes. I love your eyes.” I sobbed.

Gaara chuckles, “Well she gets her beauty from her mother. She looks just like you did when you were a baby according to your mother.”

“My mom saw her?”

“Yeah, but only for a little bit I didn’t want to leave you for too long I didn’t want to leave you alone.” He sighed, the doctors here are much more reserved than your home country. After all they even tried to keep me out.”

“Well they were stupid to try! You put her in me you well better be there when she comes out!”

He looks at me proudly, “And I was, now should I tell them that you’re ready for your um... shower?”

“Yeah....”

......

��Brandon?” I hummed, “want to hold her?”

Brandon reached out his arms and nodded, “Yes please... what’s her name?”

“Ena meaning gift from god. She really is a gift but if you hand over that phone to whoever has you spying on my husband and his nation, you’ll be putting her life at risk.”

“What do you mean? He won’t let you leave? That evil prick!”

“No, I won’t leave him, he tried to get me to leave, knowing letting you go would bring doom. But your my brother and he loves me and to hurt you would be to hurt me. So my question to you is how much do you love me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Leave the phone here, say we discovered it but take the file here,” I pull out a Manila folder from my bag and set it on the table in front of him, “and tell them you were able to snag it while Gaara and I were sleep deprived because of the baby.”

“You don’t seem sleep deprived?”

“Because Gaara is amazing and takes care of her so I can sleep. He gets up when she cry’s and calms her down before I even wake up.”

He looks at the baby in his arms and then back at me, “Did he ever force himself on you?”

“Not even for a kiss. Gaara never forces me to do anything, and he never allows me to be put into harms way. Gaara loves me and Ena!” I practically growled.

“Fine I’ll do it... but only for you and Ena!”

...

Mom and Brandon went home after Ena was four months old and one day Gaara brought home a three or four year old boy. “Sweetheart, this is Shinki... he needs a mommy and a daddy and Ena could use a big brother... what do you say?”

I raised my eyebrows, "What brought this on?"

"He's...He's like me and he needs a home where he's loved."

"Alright, hello Shinki, I'm Mommy."

The little boy in his arms looked at me with skeptical eyes, and Gaara bounced him in his arms, "Come on, Shinki, say hello to mommy."

"Hello, mother." the boy finally spoke.

I couldn't help but giggle, "So formal. Well are you hungry Shinki?"

He nodded and Gaara handed him over to me as he had to finish some work.

...

Shinki grew to be very attached to Gaara and I. He was also very protective of his little sister. But nights were bad for him, so he would craw into our bed and sleep with us. That's where he was when my country first attacked. Gaara quickly went to grab our daughter and put us in the bunker. "Come on Shinki, it's your job to protect your mommy and sister."

"I can't father, I'm not strong enough!"

I pulled him in and Gaara sealed us in. Thanks to the false intell my brother turned in they weren't able to vanquish the village and were easily driven out.

part 3

#gaara x oc #gaara of the desert #naruto gaara #sabaku no gaara #kazekage gaara #gaara x y/n

[roughentumble]

god now im thinking about that episode where house fought tooth and nail to steal another doctor's handicap parking space, and yeah it's bad to take it from this person and to frame the conflict that way, but ultimately the true evil of the episode was THE HOSPITAL REFUSING TO ACCOMODATE THEIR OWN HANDICAPPED DOCTORS WHAT THE FUCK. employee parking should literally have a handicap space for every single handicap employee!!! fucking use some funds and repaint the lines, put in a new handicap parking spot.

yeah whatever he wouldnt have wanted it because he just wanted to Cause Problems, i dont CARE its still bullshit. he SHOULD have access to handicap parking if he wants it. he uses a cane, he has pain in his leg that's exacerbated by walking, he is on a daily pain killer, he is handicapped!! it is fucked up to deny him a space!!!! auaauaghhhhhhhHHHGHGHH

house md fun show but this episode always drives me up a wall im always like. but he is HANDICAPPED. make him a FUCKING SPACE. you MOTHER FUCKER. every handicapped person who wants/needs one should have access to handicap parking, especially at their JOB WHICH IS WHERE THEY ARE REQUIRED TO BE???? IM SO. IM SO.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft, Hazlan Arc, part 1

"Killing's not working and murders all we’re good at!" "I’m good at lots of…" "And murders all we’re good at."

"Chipmunk droppings, I just got this nice cloak and my daggers enchanted. This stinks like a badger who hasn't bathed in months."

“I can do horrible. But, sure, whatever.” "I'm sure there are easier ways to get a harem for yourself, that don't come with as many strings attached."

"Wrong head. This one is much more swelled."

"Let's hope if we ignore it then it will do the same and then bugger off." “We def gonna have to kill it by end of day.” "Worse, I'd hate for us to agitate it and it turn out to be some sort of.... delivery head..." “It’s what I’d use for messages if I was a forked up Wizard.”

"You don't intimidate me." He says, clearly intimidated.

“If it makes you feel better, now I only have to roll one body into the ditch.”

"We've no quarrel with you. Stand aside, or barter like...and he ran off..."

"There we go. Nice and non-violent." “You mispronounced 'boring'.”

"I'm going to keep a look out in case someone competent tries to ambush us."

“Besides, I’m like… a free lance peacekeeping agent. For certain definitions of peace. And keeping. And all the other words really.”

"Okay, just what is that, an ogre, a hill giant, or something else?" “Can I kill this one?”

"A silver piece says Tiny is as likely to attack them as us."

"Unfortunately we were testing a modified growth potion one day and I drew the short straw."

"I figured as much. You're ill equipped, your tactics are amateurish, and you don't respond well when things don't go your way. Screams desperate with few options." "You don't have to rub it in man." “You tried to rob us. Twice. And we didn’t kill you. Even though I kinda want to.”

“I dunno, the one with horns is screaming that he’s got some cool shit we can steal.” "I am Nima Galzona, Necromancer, and apprentice to the great Hazlik." “Jonni Humantorch, genie fucker.”

"I'm...not comfortable riding inside a giant mouth. Bad experience with a dire mole once."

"Do necromancers just lose the ability to smell? Or they just get so used to the scent of decay that it doesn't bother them any more?"

"So anyone else get the feeling that 'murders' is going to be a drastic understatement about what's wrong here? I don't get the impression that a crime spree merits wizard attention."

Today however the streets are strangely sparse, as you head to where the caravan usually sets up, you find out why. “Please be fire, please be fire, please…”

Death to all witches and workers of magic, repent and pray the gods show thee mercy, for I have none. --The Witchfinder. “Oh, sweet! Someone they’ll give me money to set on fire!”

“I don’t use magic. The universe just knows I’m awesome.”

"Oh boy... shits about to get political." Jonni stops and puts the torches she was gonna start selling back.

At this point Nima turns around and unleashes a massive skull shaped fireball into the air high above the crowd. “Nice add on. 9/10.”

“Which remind me, if you cast speak with dead, and speak with plants, can you talk to chairs?”

"I threatened to pick you up like an angry poodle once, am not afraid to do it again."

"I'll go along, someone needs to make sure Jonni doesn't set stuff on fire we need intact."

"I wonder what kind of experiment it must have been to have so many people..." "I can guarantee you won't like the answer." OOC: Let's be optimistic. Maybe it was an experiment in self-sustainable farming to improve the local ecosystem. OOC: Narrator: it was not.

"Why can't we ever go anywhere nice? I can vaguely remember nice places used to exist somewhere at some point."

"Okay, who broke the moon?" OOC: Who knows in this savage land of sorcery and super science. "Wait, he can break a moon! Umm, we should avoid him for a long, long time." "This is his domain after all. That or some race of lunatic ratmen who thought it was made of Ruminating Rock."

Just a single row of normal sized bricks, about ankle height. "Its a trap, get an axe."

“Marsh, we can make you a new hand, right?”

“Shove it in.....Are we still saying 'phrasing'?”

"Goggles on, things are weird." “Here weird or 'coke party in the City of Brass' weird?”

"You know how I was wondering about why we never go anywhere nice? Well now we are somewhere nice and I don't trust it at all."

“Hey, so what are you doing after work?” Pause. "I do not have that information." “Well, this is Hell, let’s burn it down. Burn it all down!”

"Hold on, I speak attraction." (POSTER'S NOTE: As in theme park, not sex.)

"That information is classified. Please give administrator passcode." "A Wizard did it." "Passcode accepted." "I can't believe that worked." “My second guess was ‘ruminating powder.’”

"Yeah.. The others seem to be currently living-impaired.." “Let’s check my newest victim first then.”

“Hey, slim! Look alive! I wanna discuss mass burial techniques!”

"Talk! Fast! Or steam loud!”

"It is wrong to murder a defenseless mage in cold blood. It is wrong to murder a defenseless mage in cold blood. It is wrong to..."

OOC: Marshal is of the opinion we don't kill him for a long time.

OOC: So what this session has taught us is like everywhere else in Ravenloft, The Weird Wizard Wasteland SUCKS!

Gorbash: okay… so… how do we finally get out of here? Domain lord: Only the Dark Powers could let you out. Edmund: So we need to talk to them. Domain Lord: Literally no one ever has. You’d have to cause a catastrophic amount of attention to maybe get their attention. Jonni: …. My hour has come at last. "Time to kill a monster. And it is self-defense if he summons a monster intent on murdering us." “Sure. Let’s go with that.” "Hi, if you are watching this. I am dead. I assume you killed me, but that was a mistake..." "It really wasn't." "Must run faster. Must run faster. Not getting caught in another dimensional implosion. Must run faster." Escape collapsing grad thesis, first! “Yeah, let’s let Marsh calm him down while we check to see if that loser left anything interesting out here." You find a very interesting ant. The tiny, angry sun is back in the sky. "Don't make eye contact..." "That’s my purse! I don’t know you!” Jonni somehow kicks the sun in the balls. "Beware! We have fortified waffles! They can concuss at 50 paces." “Crab people. Or more fucked up Wizard experiments. 50/50 odds.” OOC: Doctors without Domain Borders. "We only want the food and clothes." "And we just want shinies.” "Money is no use to us, no one would take it from us." “Oh, you just gotta know how to talk to them. Grab em by the short and hairies first.” "As said, my waffles are well fortified. They can be used as throwing stones." "And as a professional, I would advise not swimming five hours after eating one." "Really Jonni, I don't mind the way you speak.. but it might not hurt to try to limit the goading to people who CAN'T wipe us from existence?" “Killing me only proves I was right.” “Hey, we were bonding over our opinion on casual murder!” OOC: Her two diametrically opposed sides! Her evil side! And her indifferent side! "We never truly die, this will avail you nothing." “Yeah? I bet kinda dying still hurts like a mother forker though.” OOC: Slab of iron with which I have lived, strike now one last heart of dickery… “Sorry not sorry we killed your folks!”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

[samtheflamingomain]

more like the hypocratic oath

Fuck the Hippocratic Oath.

I've always loved to memorize things from a young age. I'm 26, and I still see the same doctor that saw my mother 10 years before my birth. So I've spent a LOT of time in her waiting room, unchanged for decades. She has a weird obsession with lighthouses. Also, a framed text of the Hippocratic Oath on the wall.

Being the only thing to read in the room, over the years, I kind of accidentally memorized it. It's shorter than most people think.

It's never really been useful. Whenever it would come up in conversation I'd sometimes say "did you know that 'First do no harm' isn't actually in the Oath?" but most people didn't believe me. I didn't really care. It never came up, and it was never really important.

But this week alone I've read 6 references to the Oath in the news, had 3 conversations about it, and had to nope out of countless Reddit threads, all along these same lines:

"Why can't we lower the priority of anti-vaxxers who need to be in the ICU?" The Hippocratic Oath, of course! First, do no harm. Second, triage according to whoever needs the most care the most urgently. Third, forget the first two because neither of those things, not even in sentiment, are in the Oath.

There's a LOT of people who seem to have been indoctrinated into following a dogma they don't even know the contents of. They hear "Hippocratic Oath" and instantly think "First, do no harm" and then stop there. Because we think we know the gist. "Don't wield your power of being a doctor to become an evil monster." You should be right, but you're not.

If we're going to argue medical ethics, let's see what this amazing oath is really all about.

It starts out pretty normal. Swearing to Apollo. "[A]nd Asclepius, by Hygieia, by Panacea, and by all the gods and goddesses". Normal stuff. Oh, your doctor doesn't believe in Apollo? Breaking the Oath.

But then we get to the good stuff. Y'know what's so important that the Hippocratic Oath decided to address it directly and by name? Abortion. As in, "I will not give to a woman a pessary to cause abortion". Forget what a pessary is, it's an ancient medical device. So, the entire profession of performing abortions? Breaking the Oath.

But hey, abortion's a touchy subject. What about something as neutral as kidney stones? Well, "I will not use the knife, not even, verily, on sufferers from [kidney]stone[s]". Weird how if I were to walk into an ER with a kidney stone the size of a kidney bean they'd cut it out. With a knife. Verily. Breaking the Oath.

It's not all bad or oddly specific. The last bit basically says "If I walk into your house, I won't abuse you, even if you're a slave." How kind! And lastly, patient confidentiality. The end.

...Except, the Oath was rewritten in 1964. It cut out the abortion and kidney stone bits and comes in the form of modern English. Since it's not too long and wordy like the original, here's the full text of the "modern" Hippocratic Oath: (I'm cutting the first and last lines that just say 'here's the oath' and 'that was the oath', emphasis is mine to talk about after.)

"I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.

"I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.

"I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug.

"I will not be ashamed to say "I know not", nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient's recovery.

"I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.

"I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.

"I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.

"I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm."

Let's work backwards. The last line I emphasized because I think it comes closest to being a good argument for why anti-vaxxers should be allowed to clog up our ICUs. Doctors have "special obligations" (which isn't specific enough for me) to all humans, even the "infirm". At a glance it seems like this says "Doctors have to help people who are well as well as those who are ill" but "sound of mind" really jumped out at me. To me, it is not of sound mind to be anti-vaccine. If "infirm" is the opposite of "sound of mind", then anti-vaxxers are entitled, like all humans, to whatever "special obligations" the doctors have. Like I said, I don't find that phrase specific enough for me to accept this as an argument, but it does come close. If we define "special obligations" as "the obligation to provide medical care", then yes, put all anti-vax Covid patients in the ICU. But "special obligations" could just as well mean "the obligation to put the needs of the many over the needs of the few", which is supported by the statement's previous allusion to being a member of society, in which case, kick those fuckers out on the street.

The second point I highlighted just because this was written by and for America, and somehow they remain the only developed nation where one's "economic stability" is absolutely never taken into consideration.

Finally, my big closer. Life and death. "If I manage to save a life, great, cool. But also sometimes I'm allowed to kill people. No, I will not elaborate".

But it has another meaning: "As a doctor, sometimes I will necessarily have to kill people." This is simply one of those times. I'm serious. If not now, when?

I highlighted the very first line because I think it sets the tone for the entire Oath, and because I believe that actively choosing to treat anti-vaxxers instead of people with "lesser" problems, that choosing to allocate ICUs to people who spit on your science is violating the directive to follow the "hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk". I can't imagine a 1940s TB nurse being teleported to present day, informed about Covid, taking a look at our hospitals and saying "well done".

It's a good thing it doesn't actually say "do no harm", because the Oath itself has violated that directive. As Ontario's ICUs continue to rise, doctors continue to harm society because they think triage is part of the Oath. It's not. Stop pretending it's anything more than a contract you sign when you work at fuckin McDonalds and you promise not to make dumb Tik Toks at work. Every job has its moral standards. Doctors have one of the most ethically and morally difficult jobs on the planet, yet we treat medical ethics as a settled matter.

The original was written in 275AD. It was rewritten 60 years ago. Maybe let's not wait another millennium to fix this glaring problem that isn't going to go away. In the meantime, let's try and work from actual facts and not what we think we know. A tall order these days unfortunately.

Stay Greater, Flamingos.

#sam #hippocratic oath #covid #ethics #medical ethics

[slurrmp]

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ? DHAWAN!DOCTOR X READER.

A Dhawan!Doctor prompt that wasn’t requested but I had an itch to scratch. This is only short because I’m testing out the waters to see if anyone likes this idea.

The Doctor had called it like a supernova, but it was ten times more amazing and brilliant to watch. You all needed the relaxation time, especially after trying and failing on Orphan 55 which all four of you humans had made a deal to never speak of again. But of course, not even a simple supernova would go as planned, when the whole ship started to shake and convulse, the TARDIS making noises that you hadn’t heard her make before.

The Doctor was rightfully worried and concerned, shutting the doors and pulling you all back into the safety of the ship. “Don’t worry!” She called out, yelping slightly as the console sparked. “I’ve got this under control.” And well, you really wished she hadn’t of said anything because a bigger explosion occurred that knocked you off your feet and onto the floor and causing you to whack your head against the step, before promptly blacking out.

You didn’t know how long you were out, but when you came too, every part of your body complained. Your arms were sore and your legs were stiff, your stomach felt empty but still like you were going to throw up. You groaned loudly, as you heard your name being faintly called, you were so out of it that you didn’t even notice that it was a voice you never wanted to hear again. Hissing through clenched teeth, your hand came up and rested against your forehead, which stung like a mother fucker.

“Okay, best not to touch the massive cut on your forehead.” The voice snapped you back to reality and your eyes opened. It didn’t take long for the world around you to become clear and then a squeal to escape your lips and instinctively your hand flew forward, in a fist and punch him square in the nose. The force caused the Master to fall backwards and groan. Breathing heavily, you pushed yourself away from the Time Lord and stared at him with such intensity that you felt light headed, or it could have something to do with the amount of blood that was dripping down your face. “Ow.” Was all he said and your eyes narrowed. “Okay, wasn’t expecting that, but I guess I deserved it.”

“What the hell are you doing here!” You called out not even noticing that you weren’t in the same TARDIS as before. “Where’s the Doctor! What have you done with her?” Questions were leaving your lips rapidly and the Master in front of you had finally sat up and was ... pouting.

“I forgot how good of a right hook you have.” Sniffing, he let his hands reach out towards you, but you flinched backwards yet again. You weren’t going to forgive him that easily after what he did to you. “Woah, hey it’s okay,” He continued. Frowning himself, your name left his lips and a shiver ran down your spine. It .. it didn’t sound like the way he normally said it, it sounded ... almost normal coming from him. “I’m the Doctor remember...” A scoff left your lips as you shook your head.

“You’re not the Doctor. Don’t be playing stupid with me...” Swallowing, you suddenly noticed that his outfit, his ... whole self wasn’t as threatening and terrifying as it once was. The signature lilac coat hung off him like it was supposed to be there and the look in his brown eyes were not ... evil. Or manic or angry. They were ... soft and kind and so incredibly brown. “But ...” Suddenly a sob escaped your lips. “Oh, the supernova.”

“It was rather pretty to look at but the shock wave knocked into us before I had the chance to close the TARDIS doors.” The Master or whoever it was stood up then, completely forgetting the fact that you had just punched him in the nose and held out his hand to you. “You took a nasty fall and whacked your head on the step.” You stared at his hand and then up at him, a smile on his face and you couldn’t help but trust him.

You took his hand then and the .. Doctor helped you onto your feet, his smile growing larger as he held onto you tightly. “There we go, now come on, to the med bay so I can check that nasty cut on your forehead.” He wasn’t acknowledging the fact that you hadn’t recognised him. Maybe this was all some supernova induced coma and your brain is trying to tell you something, or maybe you really did get pulled into another dimension where the Master was ... the Doctor.

Either way, you tried to relax so that you could explain it all to him later on. Maybe after something to eat ... and some sleep.

#the doctor x reader #doctor who #dhawan!doctor #dhawan!doctor x reader #the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #dw #* & SPYRO WRITES. #idk how well this is. #but i'm testing the waters. #so dhsfkj.

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Hey buddy, do you have any favorite can div steter fics x

Lmao I actually couldn’t figure out what can div meant when I saw this ask last night and it was bugging me so much, and then I went to bed and woke up this morning and literally my first thought was OH canon divergence.

So ok here are some off the top of my head:

steel bars and blood-slick hands by Corpium

When Deaton whisks Peter’s burnt, gasping body away to Eichen House, everyone else pays the price, Stiles most of all.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it’s turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Chances by Corpium

Claudia is still alive (and sick) when Stiles and Scott search for a body in the woods.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Lucky Penny (Tastes Like Copper on Your Tongue) by pibroch (littleblackdog)

When Peter woke up, he spent a good fifteen or twenty seconds earnestly wishing that whatever had hit him had the courtesy to kill him outright. Because this? This was bullshit.

AKA the time I decided to give Peter all the nice things, but made him get hit by a car first. Like you do.

Sympathy for the Devil by KouriArashi

Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there’s a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems…

this is the wolf by pprfaith

In which Peter watches Stiles, at sixteen, five, seven, always.

Five Times Stiles Pulled One from the Oven (and One Time Somebody Else Did) by Guede

Five times Stiles’ baking changed the course of history in Beacon Hills (and one time somebody stepped up for him). Or, Stiles Stilinski: Baking is Magic!

The Devil You Know by Twisted_Mind

He’s so tired, in every way it’s possible to be tired. He tried going for a walk tonight to prevent a panic attack, and ended up being rescued, dazed and bleeding, by Peter Hale. There are so many things wrong with that sentence he doesn’t even know where to start. Panic attacks. Being stuck inside his brain sucking so hard he needed to be alone and moving. The sense of relief that came with crashing into Peter.He shouldn’t be okay with this. He didn’t give Peter permission to sleep in his bed. His dad will be home soon. Peter’s more than a decade older than him. Peter can’t be trusted.

But he’s tired, and this feels so, so good.

Into the Sea of Waking Dreams by Green

“Nothing is happening to me,” Stiles says slowly.

“You’ve been acting weird,” Derek says.

I’m being haunted by my dead mate, Stiles wants to say, but he swears he can hear Peter humming. If it’s not real, he doesn’t want to know.

(S2 AU in which Peter haunts Stiles instead of Lydia.)

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he’s waking from his catatonia.

“Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you.”

We are Who We Choose to Follow by kiranightshade

The road is dark. Stiles is maybe a little suicidal. But maybe there’s someone left to live for after all.

Going Through Hell (Your Heart in My Hands) by Ceris_Malfoy

There’s a reason Stiles always knows things he really, really shouldn’t. There’s a reason why Peter respected his choice all those months ago. There’s a part of Stiles he hides from everyone, even himself.

And then this Darach comes and steals the center of his world right out from under him, and nothing will ever be the same.

Especially not for Peter Hale.

The Choices We Make by Therapeutic_Steter

“You’re quite the clever one, aren’t you?” Peter mused, voice like honey.

“I like to think so.“

“What’s your name?”

“Stiles.”

Peter smiled slowly, looking like a cat that just caught the canary. “Well hello, Stiles,” he purred, eyes flashing a bloody red.

Stiles grinned victoriously. Viciously.

The hunt was on.

Once Upon a Dream by Ragga

It was like the door was on fire.

Stiles stood there, staring. As the realization sunk in, he slowly reached for the doorknob. He grabbed it. It burned, as if blazing hot and freezing cold at the same time. He was stuck, fascinated, and then the door clicked-

-and he was blasted with rage and grief so powerful the next thing he saw was the ceiling of his room.

Who was that?

Bite by wynnebat

“I don’t want to be like you,” Stiles says, but in some ways he already is. In other ways, they only become similar as the years pass.

At Home in the Ash by thegirlwhoknits

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. Whoever did this, they killed my only family, too.”

Climbing up onto the bed, she lays her head on his shoulder and moves his hand to rest over her heart. “You need a pack, right? Maybe…maybe I can be your pack, and you can be my family. I’ll help you get better, and then you can help me kill them.”

From Ashes Rebuilt by ambersagen

“You shouldn’t be alive,” Stiles finally admitted. He sounded sorry, smelled like anxiety and hunched in on himself as he fell back from Peter to land in the dented chair. “I heard the doctors telling your niece. She wasn’t quiet about it, and no one cares if I’m around anyway so I heard the whole thing, about your burns. I snuck in to see you.”

“Like a sideshow freak,” Peter sneered, starting to understand.

“Like a miracle,” Stiles corrected.

Into Eden by GracieBirdie

Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he’d hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn’t turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

Too Much Of A Good Thing by GracieBirdie

Stiles can’t just leave Boyd and Erica chained up in a hunter’s basement, and if the only person willing to listen to him when he asks for help is a formerly dead psychopath? Well, Stiles supposes he could do worse. But of course nothing in Stiles’ life is ever just that simple…

All The Things We’d Do by GracieBirdie

Stiles’ time travel spell doesn’t work out quite right but he figures he should make the best of it, starting with Laura Hale.

Our Skin, Our Bones, Our Silent Poems by taylorpotato

Peter is a Deaf werewolf. Stiles is a CODA (Child of a Deaf Adult). They’re a kind of unlikely pair. But sometimes things you wouldn’t think of as a good combination, end up turning out to be the perfect combination, you know?

What it Means by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“Do you think I don’t know what a bite on the wrist means??”

Peter had not, in fact, thought that Stiles would know what it means, but he wasn’t about to let him know that.

The Chasm and the Clash by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Stiles has dreams of the Alpha after he dies. It makes no sense. He didn’t know Peter before… did he?

Did Peter know him?

And why does his head hurt so much?

Everything You Deserve by Areiton

You think about it. More than you should, you think about it. About what would have happened, if you had bitten Stiles instead of Scott.

Waiting for Pack by DiscontentedWinter, hisaribi

This isn’t the first time Stiles has woken up in a different world.This isn’t the first time that Peter has been caught in a place where time doesn’t exist.Except this time they have each other.

Save Me by DiscontentedWinter

Peter is the Alpha.He’s nobody’s savior.Not his pack’s. Not his town’s. And not that kid’s.But sometimes salvation goes both ways.

With Great Power by Triangulum

Stiles has known what he is since birth (and before, really), though his father doesn’t. He thinks his mother suspected, had an idea that her son wasn’t really her son. She was perceptive that way, and Stiles wonders if she maybe had a touch of magic. He thinks that’s why when her disease seized her, she screamed that he was evil, that he was trying to kill her. That he wasn’t really hers. Everyone had chalked it up to the dementia getting worse, but Stiles wonders how much of it was her being unable to contain her suspicions and letting them run wild. Once Claudia dies, Stiles is truly the only one who knows he’s other. That is, until Peter.

Razor Edge of Danger by Triangulum

It starts with Gerard. After the clusterfuck of Stiles crashing into the kanima with his jeep, Jackson’s ‘death’ and werewolf resurrection, Lydia and Jackson go off together, Scott goes after Allison, and Derek, broken and hurt from yet another betrayal and use of his body against his will, takes Isaac and leaves, unable to look at any of them. That leaves Stiles standing next to his battered jeep, arms wrapped around his aching ribs. No one so much as looks his way. Except for Peter.

#teen wolf #steter #fanfic rec #canon divergence #ask #anonymous #rec list

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

AEW ROSTER ACCORDING TO SOMEONE WHO HAS NEVER SEEN A SINGLE EPISODE (aka Me)

Adam Page: Cowboy Shit and Sex

Brodie Lee: Luke Harper cosplaying as Vince McMahon

Chris Jericho: Same as WWE only I believe he’s French now?

Christopher Daniels: Something to do with Angels, IDK

Chuck Taylor: Isn’t this a shoe?

Cody: American Nightmare. Next.

Colt Cabana: He seems important, but I have no idea.

Darby Allin: Half skeleton facepaint guy. I think there’s also a skateboard involved in there somewhere.

Dustin Rhodes: Like Goldust, only red and 50% less

Evil Uno: Pretty sure this is a card game

Frankie Kazarian: See Colt Cabana

Jake Hagar: Whoever he is, he stole his name from Streets of Rage and for that I hate him.

Jimmy Havoc: Wait, no. Is this the skateboarding one? Shit one of these guys rides a skateboard, I know it.

Joey Janela: That [redacted] guy. Also, I’ve seen pictures and I don’t think he owns a hairbrush

Jon Moxley: The final evolutionary form of Dean Ambrose

Jungle Boy: That “George of the Jungle” boy who hangs around with the dinosaur

Kenny Omega: I’ve heard good things. Really good things, actually. But never seen one of his matches. Sorry.

Kip Sabian: Is he related to Billy Gunn?

Lance Archer: No idea. His AEWdotcom picture looks angry though.

Luchasaurus: Jungle Boy’s pet dinosaur

Broken Matt Hardy: “Woken” Matt, but better.

MJF: I’m not sure what the “J” means but I believe the rest stands for Mother Fucker

Marko Stunt: Baby. 

Young Bucks: Best Tag Team in the world. Or so I am to understand. They actually got LJN figures about 40 years after LJN stopped making wrestling figures though, so I guess that’s cool.

Orange Cassidy: That orange juice guy who keeps fighting with his hands in his pockets. Actually, I like that bit, it’s funny. He can stay.

PAC: Adrian Neville but with much larger testicles. And far more crazy.

Pentagon Jr/Rey Fenix: See Colt Cabana

Sammy Guevara: That poor kid who keeps getting run down every week.

Sonny Kiss: He’s stylish, sexy, and very very gay. That’s all I know.

_________

THE WOMEN

Awesome Kong: Kharma but better. Also, I love her and I NEED A FUCKING FIGURE DAMMIT

Brandi Rhodes: AEW’s answer to the Billion Dollar Princess

Britt Baker: I guess she’s a doctor? Like, how does that help in the ring? You’re supposed to hurt people! Who brought a healer PC to a wrestling match!

Kris Statlander: She’s weird or something. I don’t know

Nyla Rose: Most valid woman person on roster and again I NEED A FUCKING FIGURE

Penelope Ford: Is she important? IDK. See Colt Cabana.

#AEW #Pro Wrestling