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theclairvoyage · 2 months

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Centrifugation: Chapter 1

plasmadonor!Joel x f!reader

You’re the star phlebotomist at the local plasma center, and the job has been increasingly mundane as of late… until a new and handsome Texan donor comes to the center and changes that, and the rest your life.

Series Masterlist

Series warnings:

AU, M/F, Age gap (20 years)-reader’s YOB is 1995 (purely coincidental lolol), eventual SMUT, blood, needles, & plasma talk (nothing too graphic, I promise!), a bit of blasphemy, criticism of religion, mentions of death, divorce, angst, fluffity fluff fluff, alcohol consumption, violence. Individual chapters will have specific warnings.

FYI – this work contains criticisms of religion and reader is atheist/agnostic. Feel free to scroll if this offends you. If you decide to read, remember that even if you are religious, this is not an attack on you, but rather ideology. And remember the tenets of religious freedom. Everyone has the right to believe – and NOT to believe – in the things you do.

Plasma Center UrbanDict:

Stick = venipuncture

PR = permanent rejection, aka permanent deferral

Reception = where donors have vitals taken to determine if they are suitable to donate

Donor Floor = where the magic happens, baby! Where donation occurs, aka sticks with big 17G needles

Processing = where units of plasma are sampled and frozen

This is my first ever fic! Excited to share all of it with you. I'm new to posting this kind of stuff on Tumblr, so please forgive rookie formatting and whatnot. Hope you enjoy! As of 03/10/24, I have 6 chapters written - I'm juggling my writing with finishing my MPH degree, so my schedule might be a little spotty until mid-May.

Chapter 1

Chapter warnings: blood, needles, & plasma talk, light violence.

WC: 3.7k

Friday, October 15th | 0755

You turn into the parking lot at the plasma center, a little later than your usual 10 minutes early. Your shift is at 8, so you don’t have much time to walk to the center, clock in, grab your coat and face shield and get to work. Thankfully, the parking lot is just across the street. As soon as you step out of your car, downtown Omaha greets you with the familiar scents of cigarette smoke and fall air, along with the sounds of the city buses and commuters chugging along.

It’s a nice morning. Living in Nebraska means you get to experience the peaks and valleys of all four seasons, and during fall, this means the leaves of what few trees are in the downtown area are painted lovely hues of orange, yellow, and even red – if you’re lucky enough to find a scarlet or pin oak tree.

The plasma center parking lot is shared with employees and donors, and it’s packed this morning. Not a great sign. You walk up to the back employee entrance and punch in the code. The keypad beeps and lights up green and you pull open the ages-old, heavy-as-hell door and make your way to the break room.

The donor waiting area is just outside the break room door, and you can tell by how full it is that it’s going to be a long day, confirming your earlier suspicions in the parking lot. Somebody definitely called in, you think. Great. Punching in the same code as before, you enter the break room, throw your stuff in your locker, and clock in.

As soon as you’re on the Donor Floor, donned with your white lab coat, blue nitrile gloves, and face shield, one of your best phlebotomists and good friend Keri approaches, looking flustered as hell.

“Jesus, thank fuck you’re here,” she sighs, taking a deep breath and raising her eyebrows at you. She smooths back her frizzy hair and sets down her face shield on the counter next to you.

“Are we short today, or did corporate send out some bonus texts to half of Omaha?” you say, checking the Donor Queue on the computer. 15 people waiting, average wait time of 43 minutes. Fucking clean up time, I guess.

“Two call-outs, but they’re newbies, so it wouldn’t have mattered, really,” she says. “Definite yes on the bonus texts. Regulars are all pissed off because they didn’t get any.” You roll your eyes and sigh. To get more donors in, the company you work for has been sending bonus texts to donors that haven’t been in in a while, which really ticks off the regular, twice-a-week donors. It’s all about meeting that liters budget.

“Where do you need me? Breaks need to be sent?” you ask her. You’re the lead phlebotomist, but you always check in with whoever opened before you make any decisions. Keri nods. “Send Blake to break, he’s got an open section now and we’ve got to get these wait times down.” You grab your mobile phlebotomy device and head that way.

Each phlebotomist can have a maximum of 6 donors in their section. You see Blake cleaning up the machine from his last disconnect, leaving you an empty section. “You can head to break, I’ll take over here,” you say, helping him wipe down the now-empty donor bed.

“Thanks… really happy that you’re here. It’s been a shit show today,” he says, walking away from the section toward the break room. You groan and head up to the front near the waiting area, grab a chart, and start climbing the mountain.

Thursday, October 15th | 1230

The morning turned out to be an absolute disaster. You quickly filled up your section once you sent Blake to break, apologizing to every donor you sat for the wait times. Most were understanding. There were a few that gave you an eye roll or a shrug. A few left the center, not wanting to be late for work. The fall is generally a busy time at the center, with people seeking extra money for football tailgates and games, college students needing extra money for just about everything, and parents stocking up early on holiday savings.

Thankfully, Keri, you, and the rest of the morning Donor Floor crew knocked the Queue down to 3 donors and wait times down to 10 minutes. Once the last morning break was done, they came over and sent you to your lunch. Delighted, you took off your sweaty coat and hung it up, washed your hands at the sink by the coat rack, and headed to the break room.

Before you’re able to punch in the door code, a deep, velvety voice stops you.

“Uh, miss? Can you point me in the right direction?”

You turn and look in the direction of the voice and see a taller man with dark, silvery-streaked curly hair, tanned skin and pensive brown eyes staring at you. He’s donning a red flannel that squeezes his broad shoulders and ropy arm muscles, and dark wash Levi’s that have the outline of his wallet imprinted in the front right pocket. He’s definitely a blue-collar guy, not unlike a lot of the current donors. Must be a new donor, you think. Damn, he looks good. You feel a little zap in your chest, not unlike the fingerstick donors get during screening.

“Hi! Are you a new donor?” You ask, turning on your customer service voice in hopes of calming your nerves. You step back from the door and walk toward him. He’s got a small white paper slip in hand, which tells you he needs his veins checked, so he must be new.

“Yes ma’am, need someone ‘ta look at my veins. Been here before, but it’s been a long time,” he says, watching you approach him and giving you the once-over. Twice-over. Your pulse quickens. His voice is like icing, dripping with a sweet Southern accent and mushing your insides. You smile and take the paper from him, hoping that you aren’t blushing.

“Roll up your sleeves for me and let’s take a look,” you say, watching him roll up the sleeves of his red flannel. He’s got thick, veiny forearms that are tanned and covered with freckles. He wears a watch on his left wrist that you assume hasn’t been removed in years, judging by the pure white skin peeking underneath. His hands are big and scarred. Definitely works with his hands, you think. He has a small, circle-shaped scar on his right arm near the venipuncture site, so he was telling the truth about donating plasma before. You grab a tourniquet hanging on the cabinet near the chart area, wrap it on his upper arm, and feel. His veins are huge and muscular, and you realize you didn’t need the tourniquet in the first place. Rookie mistake.

“Guess I really don’t need this,” you say, removing the tourniquet and feeling his ropy veins with your index finger. His skin is warm under your clammy finger. He chuckles. “Heard that one before,” he says. You laugh and make eye contact with him, noticing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and his salt and pepper beard. His gaze is amiable and filled with something else you can’t quite pinpoint, and your stomach twists. You look away before you can decipher it.

“I don’t think you’ll have any issues with the stick,” you say, and he laughs. “Are you hydrated? Had a good meal in the last hour or two?” You ask, writing your name on the vein check slip and circling “Pass.” You see the name Joel Miller written at the top.

“Yes ma’am, I do a lot of workin’ outside and with my hands, so I know better,” he says, confirming your earlier assumption. His voice is sending a wave of tingles from your ears to your neck, and you feel goosebumps start to erupt in their pathway.

“Good man, Joel,” you say, noticing him perk up at you saying his name, “Take this back to the front desk and we’ll get you processed as quickly as we can.” He nods, gives you a handsome-as-fuck lopsided smile, and walks back to the front. You head back to the break room and turn to glance at him once more to find that he's already looking at you. Fuck, you think, looking back at the door. Don’t need a hot donor making me feel nervous like this. He’s older than you, but he might be the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. You can only imagine how homely you look, clad in your scrubs and sweaty from the morning hustle and bustle.

You see every part of humanity at your job: young and old, foreign and domestic, all races and ethnicities, handsome and near homeless. There have been a few men that have caught your eye, and a few that you’ve met up with outside of the center, but none like this one. As tedious and mundane as the job can be, it’s the people that make it exciting, especially attractive ones. Well, hopefully he passes screening so I can see him on the Donor Floor, you think, contemplating what you’re going to get for lunch in the short time that you have.

Thursday, October 15th | 1430

Your break went by too fast. You decided on some fast-food place just across the street from the center. It’s good and cheap, but you know the greasy food is going to put you in a late-afternoon lull. Oh well. After you got back, the lobby was still relatively empty, so you started working on doing the monthly machine cleanings in the meantime.

The plasmapheresis machines are complicated and like everything else in the plasma center, they come with lots of rules and regulations. You’re a seasoned pro, though, so the cleaning and documentation are a breeze. You’re heading over to clean the last of the machines in the third row of the Donor Floor when you see a familiar, handsome head of dark salt-and-pepper curls walk behind Keri to one of the donor beds in the first row. He smiles at you as he lies on the donor bed, and you feel your cheeks heat and curl up into a smile of their own. Get a fucking grip. You’re relieved that Keri is taking care of him, because you’re nervous just seeing him in your work area. You can only imagine how shaky your hands would be with a needle if you were the one sticking him.

While cleaning the machines in the third row, you periodically look over at Joel and Keri. Keri is great with the donors, and it’s evident when you see Joel laughing with her. Each time you look up, he’s either already looking at you or looks up right after you do. You try to play it off like you’re scanning over all the donors, making sure everything is going as it should, but the sweat sheen forming on your face and neck betray you.

You see the light on his machine turn green, indicating he’s been stuck and is running smoothly. You imagine what it would’ve been like to feel his veins again, feeling his warm, tan skin underneath your fingers… and underneath other things, like—

“Oh my god, that man is such a charmer… and asked about you at least three times,” Keri states, snapping you out of your horny daydream. Your eyes widen and you turn so he can’t see your face from where he’s seated.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down!” You hiss, making both of you giggle. “What was he saying?”

“Oh, nothing much, just asking what the cute girl that checked his veins was doing all the way over here,” she smirks. “He used to donate here over 25 years ago when the center first opened up. Can you believe he’s that old? He does NOT look like it.” Odd, you think. He didn’t sound like he was from here when you spoke to him earlier. Wait, did he say I was cute? Blushing at his remark about your appearance, you remember the scar on his arm and think he’s probably telling the truth. “Wow, he looks good. How old is he?” Keri pulls him up on her mobile phlebotomy handheld and you see he was born in 1975. Damn. 20 years older than you.

Before you and Keri can gush further about Joel, the front door slams shut, echoing throughout the center and catching everyone off-guard. You watch as one of the younger regular donors, Cedric, storms past Reception and the donor waiting area over to the Donor Floor front desk, near where you checked Joel’s veins earlier. He practically spits your name, his brows pinched in a rage.

“Cedric, is everything alright?” You ask, approaching the front desk slowly. The once-noisy Donor Floor is quiet, save for the quiet whirring and clicking of the machines. Donors not wearing headphones are anxiously watching the front desk. You give Cedric the once-over and notice that his arm wrap is soaked with blood, and some of it has gotten on his white shirt and shorts and the floor around him. First rule of donating: Never wear white to a plasma center, dude.

“Does it fucking look alright? My arm wasn’t wrapped right and now I have blood everywhere!” he fumes. The entire Donor Floor is watching, including Joel and poor Blake, who must’ve disconnected Cedric. Blake approaches tentatively, tail between his legs, but you put your hand up to him, saying I’ll take care of this. Blake gives you a thankful nod and tiptoes back to his section.

“Cedric, I’m sorry about that. Come over to the sink and I’ll rewrap it for you,” you say, putting a fresh pair of gloves on. “Keri, can you clean up the blood spots with bleach, please?” You ask. She nods and grabs a Clorox bottle near the front desk, putting her face shield on and quickly walking around Cedric to search for the path of blood droplets. Cedric raises his voice again.

“Not good enough. I need that kid fired for his incompetence!” he points aggressively at Blake, flinging some blood droplets on the arm of your coat and on the front desk.

“Everybody makes mistakes, Cedric. Blake is a great employee. We can fix this. Let’s get you cleaned up, and maybe we can compensate you a little extra on your next donation,” you offer. But Cedric isn’t having it. He rips off the arm wrap and gauze and throws them at you while screaming expletives. The bloodied wrap nearly hits your face shield. Oh, hell no. He’s a long-term donor, so he’s probably clean, but it’s too close for comfort.

“Blake, call Trina and call the cops. Get this guy out of here. Cedric, don’t ever come back to this place,” you calmly instruct, walking backwards to find a biohazard container a safe distance from Cedric, never turning away from him. Trina, your manager, doesn’t put up with this kind of stuff and will make sure he’s permanently deferred.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Cedric yells, sprinting out of the center with two fingers on his free hand holding his venipuncture site, some blood dripping underneath. Once the front door slams shut, you turn around and take off all your PPE and toss it in the biohazard container, saving your nametag and pen. Frustrated and tired, you walk to the sink to wash your hands. Keri and Trina approach you.

“You alright, hon?” Trina asks. She’s a good manager, always looking out for her employees. She used to work on the Donor Floor, so she’s no stranger to these kinds of mishaps. Tensions can be hefty in this area – some donors are desperate for money, some fear needles more than death itself, and some are just grumps. Phlebotomists usually get the brunt of it.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just need to cool off. I told Blake to call the cops.” She nods.

“Go ahead. When the police get here, they’ll want your statement, so I’ll come find you then… I’ll put in the PR now,” she says, giving your arm a supportive squeeze before walking back toward the offices. You give her a pained smile and look to Keri, equally concerned as Trina. “Take your afternoon break, love. I’ll handle everything else,” she says. “Thanks, Ker. I’m gonna step in the freezer to cool off and then I’ll go.” She nods. You head toward Processing, located at the opposite end of the center. Processing has two giant walk-in freezers that always maintain temps of -40ºC – great for keeping fresh plasma frozen solid and an instant cool down.

You step in one of the freezers, shutting the heavy door behind you. You walk over to the fans and stand underneath. The sweat on your neck and back quickly freezes in its downward track, leaving behind a sting that could soon turn to frostbite. It doesn’t take long to cool off here, and anybody staying in for longer than a minute is supposed to put on a heavy coat, gloves, and a ski mask. It’s a popular spot for blistering summer days and after heated interactions like this. Satisfied with the pink blooming on your fingers and the crunch of your frozen, sweaty hair, you step out of the freezer and make your way outside for your break.

Once at the picnic table at the outdoor employee break area, you do a quick scan for Cedric. You can see the trails of blood drops leading to and from his car, and an empty space where his car must’ve been parked. Heaving a sigh of relief, you plop down at the table and massage your temples. Fuck… glad this day is almost over.

“Sweetheart, you alright?” A soothing, Southern voice rings in your ear and you look up, seeing Joel approach from his truck. He says your name, surprising you. Keri must’ve told him it while she was going through the process with him.

You take this moment to return the once-over he gave you earlier. Twice-over. His sleeves are still rolled up and you can see his arm wrap. His jeans crinkle at the hip with each step, his strong, toned quads flexing as each foot contacts the pavement. You can only imagine what he looks like from behind. His cowboy boots are worn, the leather cracking around the toes. He’s probably the type to wear a pair until they crumble to bits. He walks with a quiet bravado, taking long, smooth strides until he reaches you at the table.

You’ve no doubt you look exhausted. Though your sweat has frozen, you can feel how frizzy your hair is, especially around your face. Your eyes sting with fatigue and the skin underneath your eyelids tug downward. Your throat feels dry and tight, like you might cry soon. He must notice because the look in his eyes morphs from concern to anger.

“Hi, Joel,” you state, forcing a smile. “I’m okay. Not my first rodeo,” you wink, giving him a sarcastic “yee-haw” motion. He laughs, but his eyes betray him, still showing anger.

“Mind if I sit?” He motions to the spot across from you.

“No, go ahead, but the cops are on their way and who knows if Cedric will be back,” you caution him. He waves you off.

“That fuckin’ kid don’t scare me, and I saw everythin’ anyway. I can talk to the cops if you ain’t comfortable,” he says. He puts his hands on the backs of yours, and you feel another zap in your chest like you did when you first saw him earlier. You notice now that he doesn’t have a wedding ring.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to. I’m well versed in this department,” you say, feeling the tears reaching their boiling point. You do everything you can to keep them in, but one betrays you and falls down your cheek. Angry that you’re crying in front of Joel, you try to move your hand out from underneath his to wipe the tear, but he beats you to it.

“It’s okay, darlin’. You did the right thing, stickin’ up for your people,” he soothes, his thumb wiping your tear from your face. He moves his hand to cup your jaw and swipes his thumb gently over your cheek. His angry eyes softened back to concerned.

For what feels like an eternity, the two of you stare at each other, exchanging more communication nonverbally than words could ever. He’s looking at each of your eyes back and forth, and you feel yourself start to get embarrassed under his hot stare. You try to turn your head away from his gaze, but his hand stops you. “You’re alright, darlin’, got nothin’ to be ashamed of here,” he says, reading your mind. You bring your hand up from the table to gently grasp his arm as a sign of appreciation. His gaze follows and he swallows loudly.

“Thank you,” you say, giving him a genuine, close-lipped smile. His eyes move to your lips and then quickly dart back to your eyes, like you caught him doing something forbidden. He removes his hands and stands up, walking over to your side. He offers a hand to help you up and you accept, letting him pull you to your feet.

“Sorry your first visit back here was so crazy,” you say, and he laughs. “Hopefully next time it’s not so… exciting.” He moves his hand up to your shoulder and gives it a quick squeeze before dropping it. A tingle rips up your spine.

“Oh, I’m sure it will be.” He gives you that same look that he did earlier, the one where you couldn’t quite figure out what it meant. This time, though, you think you know exactly what it means. Your stomach somersaults.

“I’ll see you soon, darlin’. Hopefully your day gets better,” he says, turning to walk toward his truck. Once he gets to the driver’s side door, he turns to look at you again and pauses. You stand and stare at him, wanting to say something in return, but too overwhelmed by all your emotions. He smiles and gets in the truck, starting it and driving off while watching you with a small wave. You smile as he leaves.

Fuck.

Next Chapter

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #centrifugation #pedro pascal fandom

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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21 with Dream and Death?

"Sister," Dream says ominously, for the fourth or fifth time, and for what is absolutely more than the fourth or fifth time, is merrily, cheerily, completely and totally ignored. "We've had our fun, don't you think?"

"Had our fun? I honestly don't think you've even started." Death of the Endless, wearing a pumpkin-themed hat and sipping a steaming apple cider, tosses him a mischievous look. "Look, there's the ring toss. Go try to win a giant stuffed animal for Hob, why don't you? I'm sure he'd love it."

Dream opens his mouth in outrage at the idea of him ever participating in anything so uncouth as a ring toss, or attempting to win what is indeed a ridiculously oversized soft toy for his -- well, he doesn't like boyfriend, which sounds too juvenile, and he doesn't like partner, which is too unspecific, and technically they're not actually husbands but it feels something close, and anyway, never mind all that, Hob doesn't want the damn thing anyway. It's absolutely hideous. One of Dream's minor nightmares might be craftily concealed within, just waiting to come to life at midnight.

"No," he says instead. "I think not. Can we go? Unless we are here because one of those children is going to fall off the carousel, or choke at the apple-bobbing, and this is actually for work, but -- "

"It's not for work." Death shrugs. "Just for fun. Which, by the way, I still don't notice you having."

Dream makes a deeply skeptical noise in the back of his throat. It is a universally known fact that harvest and/or Hallowe'en festivals put on by well-meaning borough councils can be, to say the least, often a terrifying experience in the way they did not quite intend. This one, in Islington, north London, is not so bad as things of that nature go, though the yobs loitering outside the park already shouted at Dream that he had a nice vampire costume, loser, and didn't he ever leave his mum's basement? (This incident, it must be admitted, probably disposed him to prejudice from the start, but still.) It's a pleasantly atmospheric and windy afternoon, leaves falling golden and just enough of a bite to the air to think of retreating to a warm pub or burning fireplace. There is, perhaps, one circumstance in which Dream would be enjoying it more, but alas --

"Let me guess," Death says, reading his mind with wickedly precise sisterly intuition. "You're sulking because Hob had to teach Britain in the World, 1600-1850, and couldn't get off work to come with us."

"That is -- " Dream sputters. "That is not -- "

"Hazards of dating an academic." Smirking, Death slips her arm through his and wafts the cider enticingly under his nose. (It does indeed smell good, but Morpheus refuses to admit it. ) "And you know, most ordinary people do feel free to say that they like the person they are with. May I add, finally."

Caught, of course, dead to rights, Dream can do little more than grumble feebly. Fine. Maybe it would be more fun if Hob was here. Not, however, that he ever intends to let his sister have the satisfaction of knowing that.

(Though, of course, she already does.)

#anonymous #ask #the sandman ff #dream and death #with bonus #dreamling #spooky season #look i was not actually intending to do these myself but couldn't resist #wrote this on my phone at work apologies for brevity 😂

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burnwater13 · 5 months

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Grogu knew Peli didn’t really mean it. She was teasing. It was just her way of saying how much she loved Grogu. And it was love at first sight. Of that he was certain. He loved her right back. Her beautiful smile. Her cheerful disposition. Her bouncy, curly hair. Her ability to scold the Mandalorian bounty hunter about how he treated Grogu. It was all great.

He was just glad that the Mandalorian hadn’t believed her. First, they both knew that Peli didn’t have the credits that Grogu was worth. The Client had paid the Mandalorian in cold hard beskar plates. There was no risk that Peli would do likewise. She might try to trade maintenance work on the Razor Crest for him, but she wouldn’t part with credits, no matter what world or government they came from.

Then, Grogu had no idea how he came into being. Was he a spore once upon a time? Or a caterpillar? Or was he once part of a huge creature and he just fell off one day at the Jedi Temple and became a youngling there? He had no idea. Master Yoda certainly never shared that information with him.

Finally, why would the Mandalorian do that any way? Grogu was his best friend. He’d saved the bounty hunter from that mudhorn. That wasn’t just some sort of parlor trick. That had taken a lot of concentrated effort. A bounty hunter needed friends like that. People who had your back, or your front or really, in the case of the mudhorn, the whole darn critter.

But he appreciated Peli’s sentiment. Grogu was worth having as a friend. He was handsome, obviously. He was happy. He was helpful. After all he was able to lift things that the pit droids couldn’t manage. A person like Peli, who had to deal with so much work all by herself, needed someone who had her back. Someone loyal and helpful an preferably, according to her, someone who didn’t have a lot of hair. Apparently it got everywhere.

Grogu certainly had friends at the Jedi Temple. Ian and some other folks had been great friends while they were all learning together. Unfortunately most of them were gone. Darn the emperor and his awful minions.

But once he was out of the temple, friends were few and far between. Some people just helped him and he never saw them again. Others wished they could help him, but they couldn’t because of so many reasons. Occasionally he would meet someone just like Peli. Fearless. Capable. Talkative. Who would see him and just bring him a bowl of dung worms, or bone broth or yob shrimp and scold all the men who hadn’t thought of doing anything that kind.

They didn’t all have curly hair and they didn’t all cheat at sabacc. But they all grinned when they saw him. They all offered to mend his coverall. They all fed. They all wished him well on his journey and told him to stop by anytime he was nearby.

Grogu wished that he could have done that back then. Mostly he was just trying to stay away from Imps and their Inquisitors. And he really didn’t want any of the people who helped him along the way to get into trouble. Jedi were supposed to be helpful and he had tried his best to help without causing harm.

Grogu hoped they would spend more time on Tatooine. He liked it there. Sure, it didn’t have a lot of frogs. Or shade. Or water. There were a lot of bandits. Spice runners. Smugglers. The native fauna were a mixed bag of nice (Bantha), kind of scary (Massiffs), really scary (Rancors0, and down right terrifying (Krayt dragons). The local folk didn’t travel much because it wasn’t safe due to all the other things he’d mentioned. There was no real, meaningful form of central government to assist with any of that, which was a big problem. But all in all, Grogu still really liked Tatooine because it was lucky enough to be the home of Peli Motto and as much as she fell in love with him, Grogu had fallen in love with her.

Din Djarin had asked him about that once and Grogu admitted that Peli had him at “I don’t know, something with bones in it”.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #Peli Motto

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nik-barinova · 8 months

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And like that, I finally have together my OC’s Star Wars AU (and her reprogrammed magnaguard droid companion Cedric that I edited because I didn’t feel like drawing him out lol)

Bio underneath the cut

Name: Val Solovyo

Age: 29

YOB: 48 BBY

Pronouns: She/Her (GNC)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’4”

Species: Human

Occupation(s): Medic, Bounty Hunter

Bio:

Daughter of an ex-soldier father and a hunter mother, Val was no stranger to the ways of combat and hunting, yet she was also drawn to the healing practices of medics. She is the eldest of six other siblings, all of whom were also trained to fight and hunt as a means of survival.

Val entered the Mandalorian Medical Guild at 12 years of age after passing a series of tests to qualify as a medic in-training. While qualifying was not as difficult, it was the studying, field and hands-on training that required more effort from her and her fellow Mandalorian colleagues. At 19, the final test that would determine only 5% of the candidates to obtain the title of “Doctor”, was enough to make Val nervous yet determined to pass.

In her small group of 10, Val was the only one to pass by one point.

Being a medic was no easy paying job when you travel throughout the galaxy, and despite taking a vow to never harm or take a life, Val found a new means of collecting bounties to pay for necessities, fuel, and ship repairs: putting bounty patients under anesthesia.

But what put Val on the edge of breaking away from her healer vows was the accidental overdosing of a bounty instead of sedating him, yet was paid more for his death. Val took a bit of time to eventually come to terms with what she was capable of doing and began more rigorous studies of different species to concoct certain medical poisons to essentially euthanize bounties.

Val continued this practice for nearly a decade until she had found a bounty worth millions, if not billions of credits: a yellow Zabrakian male with brown tattoos from Dathomir by the name of Savage Opress.

She accepted the bounty and while she did locate the planet he most likely was last scene in, she took a side step to explore an abandoned temple, obviously in awe at the beauty of the place. She made up for her small error when she heard someone approach her from behind.

Val and Savage had a brief quarrel before Val eventually had the upper hand due to her size compared to him and disarmed him. However, she felt something in her that told her not to kill him or turn him in, and offered to allow herself to provide medical care for both him, and his brother Darth Maul.

Val stayed with the Zabrakian brothers up until the very end of Savage’s life; and she was never able to tell Savage she was carrying his child. She was left as a heart broken single mother of their beautiful daughter Mara living on Koboh as the Rambler’s Reach Outpost’s newly appointed sheriff, working with Doma to keep the peace.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars oc #star wars au #magnaguard droid #mandalorian oc #Val found Cedric abandoned in a decomissioned droid factory after a bounty #she rebooted him; reprogrammed him after trying to figure out why he was simply abandoned by the Separatists #along with the rest of his assembly line #he had no name when she rebooted him; hence forth his name Cedric #now he’s become her second pair of eyes in combat; and only best friend until the Opress brothers #Oh and he’s voiced by Keith David

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ellynneversweet · 1 year

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Okay so I had to figure out the dates for the Mercy Thompson books, because how can you know what to include in fic for an urban fantasy full of werewolves and fairies and witches oh my(!) without knowing which eras would have characters using bluetooth? For the record, therefore, here’s the year estimate breakdown using pop culture references:

Mercy’s birthday is 20Nov, which works out circa a 13Feb conception (Marji would get pregnant on Valentines Day, though. She’s romantic like that.)

Joe Old Coyote (Mercy’s dad) was a Star Wars fan ( ANH 25May 1977; ESB 21May 1980; RoTJ 25May 1983); died shortly after she was conceived

So Mercy’s YOB could be as early as 1978, as late as 1982

Mercy’s pretty consistently referenced as somewhere in her 30s/mid-30s but doesn’t get an exact age (would be 30 no earlier than 2008). She could be playing up her age a little because she’s surrounded by immortals and she has reverse age snobbery.

As of year one/book 2 we know Twilight (book publication yearly 2005-2008; movies 2008-2012) is a thing because the resident teenager reads sparkly vampire books, which means year one is no earlier than 2005

Per Moon Called, Charles was born circa spring 1813; in Cry Wolf, which takes place simultaneously with the former, he’s referenced as almost 200, which means year zero is earlier than 2013.

In Silence Fallen, (year three) we get a reference to Matt Smith as the Eleventh Doctor, which means year three is absolutely no earlier than 2010 and probably no later than 2013 (although Mercy could be behind on her tv watching. She’s a busy girl). But 2010 calculating backwards would put year zero in 2007, which is too early.

So, in conclusion:

1. Moon Called takes place absolutely no earlier than 2008 and no later than 2012.

2. Joe didn’t get to see RoTJ and probably didn’t even see ESB on account of driving his damned truck too fast being killed by vampires, rip bro.

3. There’s also the official timeline, which doesn’t give an exact calendar year but does give months, and, incidentally, confirms that Mercy has broken an arm three times, dislocated a shoulder at least once, broken a leg, broken her neck, broken her nose, been shot, been concussed at least twice, and been in at least three car wrecks including one she caused on purpose and another where she (probably) broke a rib so violently it straight up exited her body in the space of like, two and a half years. I’d be stressed if I knew her, too.

#Mercy Thompson #Adam: you get hurt a lot #YEAH BRO SHE SURE DOES

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Medical Abbreviations on Pharmacy Prescriptions

Here are some common medical abbreviations you may see on pharmacy prescriptions:

qd - once a day

bid - twice a day

tid - three times a day

qid - four times a day

qh - every hour

prn - as needed

pc - after meals

ac - before meals

hs - at bedtime

po - by mouth

IV - intravenous

IM - intramuscular

subQ - subcutaneous

mL - milliliter

mg - milligram

g - gram

mcg - microgram

stat - immediately, right away

NPO - nothing by mouth

cap - capsule

tab - tablet

susp - suspension

sol - solution

amp - ampule

inj - injection

Rx - prescription

C - Celsius

F - Fahrenheit

BP - blood pressure

HR - heart rate

RR - respiratory rate

WBC - white blood cell

RBC - red blood cell

Hgb - hemoglobin

Hct - hematocrit

PT - prothrombin time

INR - international normalized ratio

BUN - blood urea nitrogen

Cr - creatinine

Ca - calcium

K - potassium

Na - sodium

Cl - chloride

Mg - magnesium

PO2 - partial pressure of oxygen

PCO2 - partial pressure of carbon dioxide

ABG - arterial blood gas

CBC - complete blood count

BMP - basic metabolic panel

CMP - comprehensive metabolic panel.

ECG - electrocardiogram

EEG - electroencephalogram

MRI - magnetic resonance imaging

CT - computed tomography

PET - positron emission tomography

CXR - chest x-ray

CTX - chemotherapy

NSAID - nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug

DMARD - disease-modifying antirheumatic drug

ACE - angiotensin-converting enzyme

ARB - angiotensin receptor blocker

SSRI - selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor

TCA - tricyclic antidepressant

ADHD - attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

COPD - chronic obstructive pulmonary disease

CAD - coronary artery disease

CHF - congestive heart failure

DVT - deep vein thrombosis

GI - gastrointestinal

UTI - urinary tract infection

OTC - over-the-counter

Rx - prescription

OD - right eye

OS - left eye

OU - both eyes.

TID - thrombosis in dementia

TDS - ter die sumendum (three times a day)

BOM - bilaterally otitis media (infection in both ears)

BT - body temperature

C&S - culture and sensitivity

D/C - discontinue or discharge

D/W - dextrose in water

ETOH - ethyl alcohol

FUO - fever of unknown origin

H&P - history and physical examination

I&D - incision and drainage

I&O - intake and output

KVO - keep vein open

N&V - nausea and vomiting

PERRLA - pupils equal, round, reactive to light and accommodation

PR - per rectum

QAM - every morning

QHS - every bedtime

QOD - every other day

S/P - status post (after)

TPN - total parenteral nutrition

UA - urinalysis

URI - upper respiratory infection

UTI - urinary tract infection

VO - verbal order.

XRT - radiation therapy

YOB - year of birth

BRBPR - bright red blood per rectum

CX - cervix

DVT - deep vein thrombosis

GB - gallbladder

GU - genitourinary

HCV - hepatitis C virus

HPI - history of present illness

ICP - intracranial pressure

IVP - intravenous pyelogram

LMP - last menstrual period

MRSA - methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus

MVA - motor vehicle accident

NKA - no known allergies

PEG - percutaneous endoscopic gastrostomy

PRN - pro re nata (as needed)

ROS - review of systems

SOB - shortness of breath

TAH - total abdominal hysterectomy.

TIA - transient ischemic attack

Tx - treatment

UC - ulcerative colitis

URI - upper respiratory infection

VSD - ventricular septal defect

VTE - venous thromboembolism

XR - x-ray

w/c - wheelchair

XRT - radiation therapy

ASD - atrial septal defect

Bx - biopsy

CAD - coronary artery disease

CKD - chronic kidney disease

CPAP - continuous positive airway pressure

DKA - diabetic ketoacidosis

DNR - do not resuscitate

ED - emergency department

ESRD - end-stage renal disease

FFP - fresh frozen plasma

FSH - follicle-stimulating hormone.

GCS - Glasgow Coma Scale

Hct - hematocrit

Hgb - hemoglobin

ICU - intensive care unit

IV - intravenous

JVD - jugular venous distension

K - potassium

L - liter

MCH - mean corpuscular hemoglobin

MI - myocardial infarction

Na - sodium

NGT - nasogastric tube

NPO - nothing by mouth

OR - operating room

PCN - penicillin

PRBC - packed red blood cells

PTT - partial thromboplastin time

RBC - red blood cells

RT - respiratory therapy

SOA - short of air.

SCD - sequential compression device

SIRS - systemic inflammatory response syndrome

STAT - immediately

T - temperature

TPN - total parenteral nutrition

WBC - white blood cells

ABG - arterial blood gas

A fib - atrial fibrillation

BPH - benign prostatic hypertrophy

CBC - complete blood count

CO2 - carbon dioxide

COPD - chronic obstructive pulmonary disease

CPR - cardiopulmonary resuscitation

CT - computed tomography

CXR - chest x-ray

D5W - dextrose 5% in water

Dx - diagnosis

ECG or EKG - electrocardiogram

EEG - electroencephalogram

ETO - early termination of pregnancy.

FHR - fetal heart rate

GSW - gunshot wound

H&P - history and physical exam

HCG - human chorionic gonadotropin

I&D - incision and drainage

IBS - irritable bowel syndrome

ICP - intracranial pressure

IM - intramuscular

INR - international normalized ratio

IOP - intraocular pressure

LFT - liver function test

LOC - level of consciousness

LP - lumbar puncture

NG - nasogastric

OA - osteoarthritis

OCD - obsessive-compulsive disorder

OTC - over-the-counter

P - pulse

PCA - patient-controlled analgesia

PERRLA - pupils equal, round, reactive to light and accommodation.

PFT - pulmonary function test

PICC - peripherally inserted central catheter

PO - by mouth

PRN - as needed

PT - physical therapy

PT - prothrombin time

PTSD - post-traumatic stress disorder

PVC - premature ventricular contraction

QD - once a day

QID - four times a day

RA - rheumatoid arthritis

RICE - rest, ice, compression, elevation

RSI - rapid sequence intubation

RSV - respiratory syncytial virus

SBP - systolic blood pressure

SLE - systemic lupus erythematosus

SSRI - selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor

STAT - immediately

TB - tuberculosis

TIA - transient ischemic attack.

TID - three times a day

TKO - to keep open

TNTC - too numerous to count

TPN - total parenteral nutrition

URI - upper respiratory infection

UTI - urinary tract infection

V-fib - ventricular fibrillation

V-tach - ventricular tachycardia

VA - visual acuity

WNL - within normal limits

AED - automated external defibrillator

ARDS - acute respiratory distress syndrome

BID - twice a day

BP - blood pressure

BUN - blood urea nitrogen

CAD - coronary artery disease

CHF - congestive heart failure

CVA - cerebrovascular accident

D/C - discontinue

DKA - diabetic ketoacidosis.

DM - diabetes mellitus

DVT - deep vein thrombosis

EGD - esophagogastroduodenoscopy

ER - emergency room

F - Fahrenheit

Fx - fracture

GI - gastrointestinal

GTT - glucose tolerance test

HCT - hematocrit

Hgb - hemoglobin

HRT - hormone replacement therapy

ICP - intracranial pressure

IDDM - insulin-dependent diabetes mellitus

IBS - irritable bowel syndrome

IM - intramuscular

IV - intravenous

K - potassium

KVO - keep vein open

L&D - labor and delivery

LASIK - laser-assisted in situ keratomileusis.

ROM - range of motion

RT - radiation therapy

Rx - prescription

SCD - sequential compression device

SOB - shortness of breath

STD - sexually transmitted disease

TENS - transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation

TIA - transient ischemic attack

TSH - thyroid-stimulating hormone

UA - urinalysis

US - ultrasound

UTI - urinary tract infection

VD - venereal disease

VF - ventricular fibrillation

VT - ventricular tachycardia

WBC - white blood cell

XRT - radiation therapy

XR - x-ray

Zn - zinc

Z-pak - azithromycin (antibiotic).

AAA - abdominal aortic aneurysm

ABG - arterial blood gas

ACS - acute coronary syndrome

ADL - activities of daily living

AED - automated external defibrillator

AIDS - acquired immunodeficiency syndrome

ALS - amyotrophic lateral sclerosis

AMA - against medical advice

AML - acute myeloid leukemia

APAP - acetaminophen

ARDS - acute respiratory distress syndrome

ASCVD - atherosclerotic cardiovascular disease

BPH - benign prostatic hyperplasia

BUN - blood urea nitrogen

CABG - coronary artery bypass graft

CBC - complete blood count

CHF - congestive heart failure

COPD - chronic obstructive pulmonary disease

CPAP - continuous positive airway pressure

CRF - chronic renal failure.

CT - computed tomography

CVA - cerebrovascular accident

D&C - dilation and curettage

DVT - deep vein thrombosis

ECG/EKG - electrocardiogram

EEG - electroencephalogram

ESRD - end-stage renal disease

FSH - follicle-stimulating hormone

GERD - gastroesophageal reflux disease

GFR - glomerular filtration rate

HbA1c - glycated hemoglobin

Hct - hematocrit

HIV - human immunodeficiency virus

HPV - human papillomavirus

HTN - hypertension

IBD - inflammatory bowel disease

IBS - irritable bowel syndrome

ICU - intensive care unit

IDDM - insulin-dependent diabetes mellitus

IM - intramuscular.

IV - intravenous

LFT - liver function test

MI - myocardial infarction

MRI - magnetic resonance imaging

MS - multiple sclerosis

NPO - nothing by mouth

NS - normal saline

OCD - obsessive-compulsive disorder

OSA - obstructive sleep apnea

PCOS - polycystic ovary syndrome

PMS - premenstrual syndrome

PPD - purified protein derivative

PSA - prostate-specific antigen

PT - prothrombin time

PTT - partial thromboplastin time

RA - rheumatoid arthritis

RBC - red blood cell

RSV - respiratory syncytial virus

SLE - systemic lupus erythematosus

TB - tuberculosis.

It is important to remember that medical abbreviations can vary based on location and specialty.

Healthcare professionals should use medical abbreviations with caution and only when they are familiar with their meanings.

Patients should always communicate any questions or concerns they have about their medications or medical care to their healthcare provider or pharmacist to ensure they receive safe and accurate medical care.

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Random Things From My Notes

Y’o-ra act yob! = You're that boy!

Tes yob? = What boy?

Perse si ka bonu yob? Y’o! Sey-a, y’o! = Who is a good boy? You! Yes, you!

Y’o era ka norm dioti. = You are a big/huge idiot/very stupid.

Ni ma selly ka rilg. = I am only a girl.

Ro tes? = So what?

Far/away = raf

Far away = raf raf

Far, far away/very far = tropp raf

The perpendicular world is a classic medieval-magic-fantasy world (or so it seems until their parents actually bring them out into the real world ("I'm kind of glad Omer and Arti didn't get real kids. I mean, it sounds terrible but those kids would be really spoiled and not know a thing..." "You can just say that you feel dumb after being raised by them, R'othé. I can't believe we thought we lived in the Middle Ages."))

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The Mind Electric

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Operating as a palindrome, “The Mind Electric” is a song shrouded in mystery, and is largely left…

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The Mind Electric Lyrics

[Verse 5]

thgir ti ta kool uoy fi gnimlaC

cirtcele rehtehw rednop yeht reveN

thgin eht hguorht ti edam gnivah levraM

ot trats selcitrap eht ,thgirb sworg ti nehW

[Bridge]

em ton m'I fi llet t'nac I, rotcoD

dnim ym edisni no gniog s'tahw dnatsrednU

em pleh enoemoS

a edisni eloh a edisni llaf uoy dnA

ees t'ndluoc uoy eloh a edisni llaf uoy dnA

dnuora syalp niarb eht woh eeS

(!ah ah ah aH)

(llaF) nwod er'uoy lit' tog ev'uoy lla ti evig uoy dnA

(llaF) tog ev'yeht lla ti evig yeht dnA

(llaf yeht woh eeS) dnuorg eht krow sfres eht woh eeS

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[Post-Chorus]

em rof yhtapmys evah ,eeht fo daelp I

ees uoy ,yob a tsuj saw I

em no ycrem evah ,eeht fo geb I

ytsejam yht nwod gnilarips oS

os ,os ,os ,os ,oS

[Chorus]

ytngierevos eniht tuo gnihcrocS

yllohw srebmahc enim gniyfirt-

-cele suht selpmet enim sekirts gninthgil eht sa

(etirdned noxA) gnitnacni ecnemmoc snuN

[Verse 4]

yærp dna rewoc ot uoy redro I

drol ruoy ma I ,modgnik ym ni ereH

yawa em yrrac dna em revileD

ygrene thguoht fo skraps gnirettacS

[Chorus]

elbuort rof tsriht a setas suineg yhT

llul fo llah eht ni gnikeirhS

elbbur rednu gnipsag srewolf ehT

nwod elbmurc srewot enim llA

(hoO)

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[Verse 3]

(eef ,ecivres ,ecivres, ecivres ,ecivreS)

yramrifni eht ot mih nmednoC

enasni tiebla traeh doog a ev'I

em em revo yrolg sti demialc sah niarb yM

?nialpxe I yam ,ronoh ruoy ,rehtaF

[Verse 2]

dnah thgir ruoy esiar won ,nos ,uoy pleh oS

hturt elohw eht llet ot raews ylnmeloS

(muf of if eef eht fo ecivreS) dnats eht no ynomitset ruoy deen ll'eW

?daelp uoy od woh ,ronim tnediseR

[Verse 1]

lamiced ni etunim htaed sA

htaerb siht gnidloh tnemom hcae fo knihT

thgirf fo yrtiucric gnisolc gnisopxE

thgil sseltimil sa sthguoht eseht fo knihT

[Verse 1]

Think of these thoughts as limitless light

Exposing closing circuitry of fright

Think of each moment holding this breath

As death minute in decimal

[Verse 2]

Resident minor, how do you plead?

We'll need your testimony on the stand (Service of the fee fi fo fum)

Solemnly swear to tell the whole truth

So help you, son, now raise your right hand

[Verse 3]

Father, your honor, may I explain?

My brain has claimed its glory over me

I've a good heart albeit enasni

Condemn him to the infirmary

[Chorus 1]

All mine towers crumble down

The flowers gasping under rubble

Shrieking in the hall of lull

Thy genius sates a thirst for trouble

[Verse 4]

Scattering sparks of thought energy

Deliver me and carry me away

Here in my kingdom, I am your lord

I order you to cower and præy

[Chorus 2]

Nuns commence incanting (Axon dendrite) (Help me, help me)

As the lightning strikes mine temples thus (Help me, help me)

Electrifying mine chambers wholly (Help me, help me)

Scorching out thine sovereignty (Help me, help me)

[Post-Chorus]

So spiraling down thy majesty

I beg of thee, have mercy on me

I was just a boy, you see

I plead of thee, have sympathy for me

[Bridge]

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)

And they give it all they've got (Fall)

And you give it all you've got till you're down (Fall)

(Ha ha ha ha!)

See how the brain plays around

And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see

And you fall inside a hole inside a

Someone help me

Understand what's going on inside my mind

Doctor, I can't tell if I'm not me (Not you, huh?)

[Verse 5]

When it grows bright, the particles start to

Marvel having made it through the night

Never they ponder whether electric

Calming if you look at it right