#hospital memes

[rp-meme-central]

Send “by your side” for my muse to wake up in the hospital, with your muse holding their hand.

Send “hand hold hello” for your muse to wake up in the hospital, with my muse holding their hand. 

#rp memes #inbox memes #askbox memes #hospital memes #hospital tw

[memes-and-medicine]

#memes #meme #medical school #medicine #funny #medschool memes #medical student #medschool funny #humor #dank memes #medschool meme #medschool #medical studies #medstudent meme #medstudent problems #medical school funny #medical school meme #hospital memes #hospital meme #healthcare memes #healthcare meme

[mattsmemes]

#meme #mattsmemes #memes that make you go hmmm #accurate #hospital memes #hospital life #circle of life

[bilolli]

I mean, if you had a lot of money and had to always wear your pajama, wouldn't you want to change style sometimes?

I wonder who won.

#bilolli's art #dca au #dca x reader #never insult vines #memes are always good for your health Sun #hospitalized au

[i-love-all-whumpees-equally]

don't you ever see a blorbo and wanna just-

#whump #whump community #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump scenarios #whumpblr #whumpee #caretaker #sickfic #sickfic whump #fever whump #hospital whump #writing memes #oc memes #original character

[mylittleredgirl]

i’m so glad i logged on for goncharov day. i was offline for like 18 hours on plinko horse blorbo weekend and it was like going on vacation and then coming home to a foreign country. all these posts are saying “lol the twitter users must be so confused!” as if that is not also true of anyone who forgot to charge their phone last night. i love it here.

#tumblr memes come at you fast #and then drag around forever like a body through a children’s hospital #goncharov #containment breach

[twentysideddinglehopper]

#dashcon #dash con #dash-con #tumblr con #ballpit #ball pit #horror #meme #if you know #childrens hospital #color theory #childrens ward #loss.jpg

[jewishdragon]

This is a very memeable moment.

Credit to reddit for the original screenshot taken, the TRANSPARENT PNG, and the memes, find them in the comments of the original post:

https://www.reddit.com/r/DungeonMeshi/comments/1c7a4d1/new_meme_template/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

go forth and make more memes!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #marcille donato #marcille dungeon meshi #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi #this is where i got the idea for my meme post #there was no edit made just people said in the comments #mentioning the childrens hospital #i did edit the john mulaney shot myself

[sparkyyoungupstart]

#color theory #children's hospital #meme

[fiction-justanotherstateofmind]

#gen v #gen v spoilers #gen v meme #andre anderson #cate dunlap #sam riordan #marie moreau #jordan li #emma meyer #Going from your father in the hospital to the civil war at your university can't be easy

[z0mbi-dog]

data collection 2: electric boogaloo

#tumblr memes #I WANTED TO PUT GLUP SHITTO AND SHOELACES SO BAD BUT THERE AREBT EBOUGH POLL OPTIONS AREHHGSGS #plinko horse #eeby deepy #blorbo #blorbo from my shows #miette #miette sends you to jail #for ONE THOUSAND YEARS #superhell #eeby deeby elevator #its me boy im the ps5 #ps5 #colour theory #colour theory in the childrens hospital #childrens hospital #what #huh???? #you KICK poll????? #you kick poll like plinko???? #oh...OH #to JAIL #JAIL #FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS #vanilla essence #vanilla essence actually smells so good dog #like MM #ok thats enough tags now #i lied no its not #wait...i can only have 30...? ok thats actually enough then

[undead-knick-knack]

Fearne is having a wild time with the ghost pirates

#ashely: where am i going with this!? #critical role #cr3 #cr c3 #critrole #critrole memes #bells hells #bell's hells #fearne calloway #ashley johnson #john mulaney #there's a horse loose in the hospital #cr spoilers #cr memes #cr shitpost #courtesy of me #cr campaign three #crit role #critrole meme

[memes-and-medicine]

#memes #meme #medical school #medschool meme #medical school meme #medschool #medicine #funny #medschool memes #healthcare memes #hospital memes #doctor memes

[sydneighsays]

I'm going to start posting my cyberpunk animatics on here too.

Here's 1/3 💕

They're trying to convince Nibbles that they have a city to burn.

#fanart #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #This was my first time actually doing the conversation correctly #My man when I just melted 😭😭 #they are the weirdest friends #If they had met in real life Johnny would have tried to bully V into something #V would have shot him in the foot and then they would go to the hospital #like the kid holding the bow and arrow next to the dad with the arrow in his leg meme #animatic

[cuubism]

some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering

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“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.

Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.

He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.

Personification of dreams, indeed.

“A dare?” Dream echoes.

“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”

“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.

“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”

Dream hums in understanding.

“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”

“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”

“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.

Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”

“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”

“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”

“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”

Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.

Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.

“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.

“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”

“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”

It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.

“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”

Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”

Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and—

oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.

Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.

A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.

“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”

Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.

Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”

Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”

Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”

“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.

“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.

It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.

Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”

“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”

“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.

When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:

the dream of his lover

and the one of himself.

#1389 hob: while you were busy with the gender binary i studied the blade #trans hob #dreamling #my writing #i think after this hob gets to ask his burning questions about how gender works for the endless and dream is just like [meme of marge #simpson holding a potato but it says 'trans and nonbinary people (except desire)'] 'i just think they're neat. #unrelatedly i did have to choose my gender--' and hob's just like 😐......... #[dream a known king of self awareness] #this is like sending someone a casserole when they get home from the hospital except the casserole is gay fanfic XD #a different kind of sustenance... #hope it's okay!! 🥺

[chunklings-angels]

#sparklecare #sparklecare hospital #furry #bright colors #eyestrain #bright colours cw #eyestrain warning #eyestrain tw #cw eyestrain #meme #shitpost #meme redraw #rem e die #dr cuddles