#the hippocratic crush 2

[darkestprompts]

Any headcanons for heroes’ quirks? I mean, there aren’t any canon quirks besides Dismas’ and Reynauld’s right

What a fun idea! I gave each character 2 positives and 2 negatives and imposed a no-repeats rule:

Alhazred: Eldritch Slayer (+10 ACC +5% CRIT vs Eldritch), Meditator (+20% Stress Heal from Meditation) | Nocturnal (-2 SPD if Torch above 75), Dark Temptation (prone to investigating the dark arts)

Amani: Luminous (+2 SPD +5 Dodge), Balanced (15% Move Resist) | Zoophobia (+20% Stress against Beasts), Perfectionist (+5 Stress when attack misses)

Audrey: Night Owl (+2 SPD if Torch under 26), Lurker (+10% DMG if Torch under 26) | Tippler (Will only Drink for stress relief), Tuckered Out (-10% DMG if HP below 50%)

Baldwin: Irrepressible (+5% Virtue chance), Slugger (+10 Melee DMG) | Calm (-15% DMG on the First Round), The Yips (-5 ACC)

Barristan: Tough (+10% HP), Early Riser (+2 SPD if Torch above 75) | Impostor Syndrome (+4% chance to Pass Turn), Winded (-1 SPD if HP below 50%)

Bigby: Hard Skinned (+10% PROT), Gothic (+25% Healing from Wyrd Reconstruction) | Nervous (+10% Stress), Fear of Mankind (+15% Stress -10 ACC vs Human)

Boudica: Weald Explorer (10% Scouting in the Weald), Deadly (+2% CRIT) | Bloodthirsty (obsessed with injury), Risktaker (+10% DMG, -10 Dodge)

Damian: Clotter (+15% Bleed Resist), Last Gasp (+1 SPD if HP under 50%) | Ascetic (-20% Healing from Wyrd Reconstruction), Hagiomania (obsessed with sainthood)

Josephine: Unyielding (+10% Deathblow Resist), Evasive (+5 Dodge) | Antsy (+20 Stress when Idle), Hylomania (obsessed with material things)

Junia: Nymphomania (+20% Stress Heal in the Brothel), Photomania (-20% Stress if Torch avbove 75%) | Guilty Conscience (crushing guilt of deeds real and imagined); Diurnal (-2 SPD if Torch below 26)

Margaret: Fairweather Fighter (+20% DMG if HP above 99%), Unerring (+10% Ranged DMG) | Dud Hitter (-5% CRIT if HP under 50%), Shocker (-10% Stun Resist)

Missandei: Eagle Eye (+5% Ranged CRIT), Healer's Gift (+20% Healing while Camping) | Thanatophobia (+20% Stress if HP under 50%), Slowdraw (-4 SPD on First Round)

Paracelsus: Hippocratic (+20% Healing Skills), Robust (+15% Disease Resist) | Scientific (-25% Healing from Divine Grace/Divine Comfort), Curious (obsessed with knowledge)

Sarmenti: Musical (+25% Stress Heal from Inspiring Tune), Mankind Hater (+15% DMG -15% Stress vs Human) | Claustrophobia (Fear of enclosed spaces), Weak Grip on Life (-10% Deathblow Resist)

Tardif: Man Slayer (+10 ACC +5 CRIT% vs Human), Skilled Gambler (Higher chance of winning at Gambling) | Faithless (Will not Pray or Flagellate), Ruminator (-10% Stress Heal received)

William: Steady (-10% Stress), On Guard (+4 SPD + Dodge in the first round) | Witness (Will not Pray, after traumatic events), Dipsomania (intense craving for alcohol)

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #dd ensemble #dd lists #headcanons

[lasenbyphoenix]

Unshakable Faith (2023)

Episode 2 Breakdown

Now on the mainland, Ji Danyang has lost his voice due to being struck on throat by Officer Hongmei when in HK. Hongmei is tasked to accompany him by train to the project base in Luman, and the KMT arrange a sniper to be at train station when they arrive.

Nurse Bai is roped into being part of the welcoming party and gives flowers to Ji Danyang when the sniper shoots at them. Officer Hongmei races to the sniper's nest and arrests a suspect who turns out to be Police Captain Chen - her new team leader.

Ji Danyang settles in at the project base while the police team search for the sniper and his accomplices. When needing to go to town for extra supplies, Ji Danyang is escorted by Officer Hongmei where his desire for freedom to roam clashes with her duty to protect him. After rescuing a kid from the canal Ji Danyang meets Nurse Bai again who takes him to her father, a traditional doctor who offers to treat his throat with acupuncture, much to Officer Hongmei's disapproval.

The treatment works and his voice is returned, and he finds Nurse Bai in the project base cafeteria to thank her. Officer Hongmei continues to be suspicious of everyone and everything and Secretary Lu warns Ji Danyang that making friends with the nurses will cause rumours to spread.

............................................

Our math man doesn't like his every move being shadowed and our policewoman is a little on the overzealous side, which sets up the pattern for their future interactions, but this is a spy drama and the sniper proves she's got a reason to be.

We get a lot of new supporting characters introduced in this episode - including Police Captain Chen (Li Xinze, costarring with Liu Xueyi for the third time after Love and Redemption and The Blood of Youth), and Secretary Lu who clearly has a crush on Nurse Bai and doesn't like idea of the handsome math man as romantic competition.

We also get a very contrived reason for our male lead to meet our second female lead, but I dont hate it because the image of her trying to take a blood pressure in the back of a moving car is quite funny. And a second meeting just to cement their new friendship and to take him home to meet another important supporting character - dad. Dr Bai is played by Ding Yongdai who was the Emperor in both Nirvana in Fire and The Blood of Youth, and I'm really enjoying him in this role.

Oof, do watch out for the janky english voiceover with mismatched subtitles when Ji Danyang shows off his knowledge of the Hippocratic Oath to Nurse Bai.

#unshakable faith #unshakable faith episode reviews #liu xueyi #li xinze #peng xiaoran #ding yongdai

[papasmistakeria]

Cursed Star Trek TNG headcanons cause I made one on TOS and thought it would be appropriate to make one on TNG, my new favourite series. Also people are saying the one with TOS is "more canon that cursed" so I present to you something even MORE cursed (ft. Alot of Data cause he's my guy)

Geordi has canonically lowkey almost fucked the Enterprise. Geordi tries his hardest to hide the fact he nearly fucked a hollogram but everyone knew. And goddammit everyone felt so bad for him

Geordi is also still a virgin

Riker is a Pansexual King and he has a certain 3-rule policy on what and who he could fuck; 1. Are they of age?, 2. Are they sentient and intelligent enough to consent?, and 3. Can they communicate?. If they meet this requirement, as long as they consent, he will fuck them

Riker opens 'Pansexual Support Group' where he encourages people to be themselves and he consults them on their insecurities and relationships. Like, one time, a crew member was insecure about their relationship with another crew member and he's like "Don't worry King. If they're the one for you they would put your feelings first before sex"

Riker has fucked nearly half of the crew and has fucked like 3 of the bridge crew the very least

Picard has a weird lisp that made him say French word in the most British accent possible

Picard has one of those false baguettes that are actually swords in disguise, except inside one of those unsuspecting baguettes, there's a phaser

Picard secretly plays Jenga by himself and costantly loses to himself like the boomer he is

Every year on Picard's birthday, the main crew would throw a a different kind of surprise each year. Usually it starts out with everyone annoying the shit out of Picard, sometimes Q is involved cause he has a Fat Crush on Picard so he and the crew formed a once in a year truce, usually Q would transfer them into a dangerous/uninhabited planet to stress Picard out even more and finally, by the end of the day, they're back on the ship and there's a big surprise party thrown! Picard's birthday is both the most stressful and fun day of his life

Beverly puts up a special bed in sickbay which she called the 'no no bed'. Anyone who doesn't listen to her and get some rest while on sick leave would be sent to the 'no no bed', has to put on a hat that says 'I'm stubborn and I make my doctors worry :(', and only eat soup or porridge until their sick leave is up

Beverly embodies everything Leonard McCoy was except she has a more motherly energy. Like, she'd still deck an entire alien species cause "The Hippocratic Oath is MY prime directive, bitch" but she'd do it in a way that involves alot of scolding and caring like the mom she is (and a spray bottle)

Geordi had a FurAffinity account when he was young. And a Fursona. He still does. Wesley would furry-shame him for it

Geordi and Data once nearly destroyed an entire solar system cause they accidentally made each planet go to war on each other during shore leave, they've been deemed intergalactic war criminals in those planets specifically and have been banned from them. Nobody knew how they did it in within 2 days of shore leave but they did

Worf has a small teddy bear from when he was a kid and he still kept it around. It's as big as his palm and it has angry eyes. He usually hides them until nighttime

Tasha has a sweet tooth and would literally go gorilla whenever she's high on sugar rush. She's once managed to nearly destroy half of Ten Forward after like 10 glasses of chocolate milkshakes. Everyone in the crew are concerned

Deanna's favourite movie is Rango cause it's about self discovery and cowboys and holy shit it's a lizard with a gun. Usually during movie nights, the crew would literally complain every time it's Deanna's turn to pick a movie cause she'd pick Rango all the time

Data is everyone's little sibling (and adopted child). Anyone who has beef with him automatically has beef with the rest of Enterprise-D. "This is Data, our android child. Yes he's like stronger and smarter than anyone in Starfleet but he's also babie so back off >:("

Once on a shore leave on Earth, somehow Data auditioned and ended up in Broadway as a main cast for the 24th century remake of 'Spring Awakening' and 'Les Miserables'. It took them 3 weeks to convince him to leave Broadway. ("Data this is a time sensitive mission!" "Can I at least do 3 more shows? :(" "... Ok fine but after that we're leaving")

Data plays Animal Crossing and assigns the crew with their villager counterparts :)

Riker and Data exchange Pokemon cards and Riker infodumps about Pokemon like the big fan he is. Riker also has Pokemon-themed merchandises, from his blanket to his underwear ("the Pokemon socks stays ON during sex")

Q is a brony (No I will not give more context to this, y'all have to figure it out yourselves)

Wesley knows the entire DreamSMP lore by memory and has never failed to share them with anyone that could stand his presence for more than 5 minutes. This is how Data has more than 200 GB of DreamSMP lore stored in his memory banks

The crew once had a routine DnD session but they stopped cause Data gets too into the LARPing and started actually fighting everyone (and that's how they had the 'No LARPing' rule during game nights)

#star trek #star trek the next generation #star trek tng #tng #jean luc picard #william riker #data soong #worf rozhenko #geordi laforge #deanna troi #beverly crusher #wesley crusher #tasha yar #headcanons

[zhuilingyizhen]

2, 15, and 11? lingyi centric, but include as many juniors as you want too!

ty for the lingyi ask! been trying to figure out how to non-aggressively ask my followers to interact w/ me, and i figure if i mention enough times how everyone is WELCOME TO SEND ASKS that it’ll pay off lol. one day.

wasn’t sure whether you meant angst or fluff so i assumed you did it in order.. these weren’t beta’d though, so... be warned. 

three mini-fics in one post was too long, so i’ll be posting the other two separately (when i finish them) & reblog this post w/ them. btw, this fic is set after my other fic this is home. it’s also on ao3!! hope you like it! :)

stupid gays that hold hands and are most certainly not in love | Lingyi | rated G | 1k

Jingyi was spamming the chat, again. 

Jin Ling sighed as he watched the onslaught of messages being exchanging between his three friends. His only friends, actually, whispered a little voice in his head. He quickly, and metaphorically, squashed it.

A Ling wasn’t actually taking part in the conversation, just lurking until one of them decided to drag him forcibly into the conversation. His attention drifted away from the phone, despite the sounds of incoming notifications, and back towards the show he was watching. It was a sci-fi/action superhero show that Zizhen had recommended to him. 

The show really wasn’t that good; the main character was a terrible character, though the supporting cast was fine. Sadly for him, there really wasn’t much else to do. His uncle was out, likely on a date with the guy he insisted wasn’t his boyfriend, but definitely was, and his friends were…

Interrupting his train of thought was a sudden yet familiar ringtone that Jingyi had set for himself on a Ling’s phone. Jin Ling stared at the caller ID that appeared, the one he had spent hours speaking to since the inception of their friendship.

He pressed the green button, pulling the phone up to his ear, and before Jingyi could greet him, asked, “What do you want?”

A medium pitched voice rang through the speaker, a little higher than the other’s actual voice. “A Ling, I’m so bored...” 

The teen in question rolled his eyes and elected to respond with a scathing, “Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

Unfortunately for him, Jingyi had taken that literally. “Talk to me. Hug me. Comfort me over my relationship woes.”

“What relationship woes? I already told you that a Yuan has been pining over you since you guys were like two.”

A Ling could practically hear his friend’s blush. “S-Shut up! I... just come outside already.”

“What?” Not waiting for an answer, Jin Ling looked outside his window to see one red-faced Lan Jingyi standing under his balcony. It reminded him of a scene several weeks ago, but he ignored it in favor of hanging up the phone. 

Instead, Jin Ling glanced at his outfit in the mirror, and exchanged his sweatpants for ripped jean shorts. He tucked in his slightly oversized white tee (the one he stole it from Zizhen’s a while ago), and moments later he was out the door.

"Jingyi."

"A Ling~" The teen was very obviously chewing gum, the grape flavored one he favored. "What are you doing here?" Jin Ling had a hand loosely on his hip, shifting towards his left.

"Well," he started, "Sizhui's busy doing something with his dads and Zizhen is babysitting, which you would know if you read our texts, you jerk."  Jin Ling very obviously rolled his eyes, while Jingyi continued, "So I had no choice but to talk to you."

"I could have been busy." They both know that that's a lie.

"What else are you gonna be doing? Your uncle's not here, and you literally don't talk to anyone else." Jin Ling frowned a little at the words, but let himself get dragged to the sidewalk.

"Well, can you at least tell me where we're going before you decide to kidnap me?"

Jingyi gasped, offended. "Please, kidnapping you would be too much work. You'd probably annoy them to death." He paused for a moment, before adding, "Then again, your uncle would probably pay like $100k for you back…"

Jin Ling's frowned deepened, and he said, annoyed, "Are you seriously thinking about kidnapping me?!"

His friend shook his head, tutting as if Jin Ling was a child. "Now, now, princess, I know you're sheltered, but-" Jingyi was stopped by a Ling punching his shoulder to shut him up. Sadly, it only made an infuriating smirk pop up on his face. "Still doesn't hurt."

"Of course not! I wouldn't actually hurt you. I don't want Sizhui's dad to kill me."

"He doesn't like me that much," Jingyi argued.

"But he has been trying to set up you and Sizhui up for a while." A Ling fired back.

Jingyi took his arm, looping his through, and pressed his free hand to his mouth to make him stop talking. Jin Ling immediately swatted at it. They probably looked weird: two teenaged boys walking down the street, one of them practically clinging to the other, in broad daylight. Then again, they had done this before, with all four of them, at night, tipsy and wearing pajamas, so it wasn't the weirdest thing this town has seen.

Realizing that he never got an answer to is earlier question, a Ling asked, "Wait. Where are we going?"

"On a walk. Duh."

Jin Ling's eyes were going to get stuck in the back of his head one of these days. They fell into companionable silence, letting the chirping of birds fill the air as they entered a nearby park. Jingyi held on to his arm, and hummed a familiar melody. They walked for a couple more moments before he finally placed the song.

"Wait, isn't that the theme song from Hippocratic Crush?"

Jingyi quirked his lips, and Jin Ling really had to stop staring at his extremely kissable face or else he was going to do something he was going to regret. To make matters worse, the teen had caught him staring. Jin Ling quickly averted his eyes as soon as Jingyi's met his, and tried not to melt when the other laughed. “Aw, you’re so cute!”

The blood came rushing to his face, though Jin Ling tried to hide it by walking faster. He refused to admit that he was blushing just because his friend had called him cute. “W-Whatever. Let's just go, already!”

"Eh? A Ling, I was just jokin- Wait up!"

Jin Ling huffed audibly, and turned with a flourish. Jingyi had caught up to him, equally as flustered. The teen had a hint of a pout as he glared at a Ling. Something bubbled up in his stomach, and Jin Ling let a laugh slip at the other's expression. He watched as Jingyi stared at him for a moment, before the teen grabbed his hand and steered him back around. Jin Ling let him.

They held hands for the rest of the walk back.

#lan jingyi #jin ling #mdzs juniors #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen #lingyi #the untamed #junior quartet

[storypraxis]

MARTHA JONES Is The Perfect DOCTOR WHO Supporting Character

Having recently rewatched Series 3 of Doctor Who, not only is it my favourite of new Who, but so is Martha Jones. I’d also go as far as saying she is the perfect supporting character.

First off, Freema Agyeman was the perfect casting decision. The showrunners were really impressed with her in the minor role she played at the end of Series 2. Instead of ignoring this fact, the writing brings up how it was Martha’s cousin who died at the Battle of Canary Warf. This accomplishes a couple of things; it explains how the same actress played two characters on the show without causing continuity errors. Then you have the Doctor forced to be reminded of said battle.

And Rose.

Which brings up to how the Doctor is still dealing with losing Rose at the end of Series 2. He needs a new companion and when a smart, clever, resourceful doctor presents herself to fill the spot, they both take it. The show gives us two doctors for the titular Doctor to choose from to accompany him. It’s obvious why he’d go for Martha given how scared the other candidate is. Unlike Rose, Martha was whisked into an adventure along with a hundred other people yet she’s the one who joins him in the TARDIS.

Rose’s shadow looms long over the Doctor. The Time Lord takes Martha to the same places he took Rose. People have criticized the showrunner Russell T. Davies of being obsessed with the character of Rose and the drama that came with it, but for me it just comes off as staying true to the character of the Doctor. He isn’t just going to forget about Rose and how in sync they were. That would be very disrespectful to Rose and her fans. Sadly this means Martha does get left behind as a character. She fulfills her purpose perfectly even though it means she cannot compete when it comes to Rose. It makes her character tragic and very sympathetic.

Snog her, you idiot!

Maybe it’s just me finding Freema and Martha attractive but as an audience member you really wish the Doctor could see Martha the way she sees him. Albeit, the Doctor shouldn’t really be dating any of his companions to be honest. Still, Martha isn’t getting enough out of their relationship or lack thereof which is sad.

Speaking of sad, Martha can show her vulnerability as easily as she can be sassy and funny. She can stare at the Doctor with puppy dog eyes in one scene yet demand answers about him and his past the next. All these emotions come off naturally, both in the writing and with Freema’s acting. She’s just a perfect blend of a supporting character. Balanced like all things should be.

Now, having said that, there is a problem with Martha. Despite being a balanced character that also means she doesn’t have the highest of highs or the lowest of low points. For the most part, Martha lacks major strengths and weaknesses that would solidify her as a great character.

Martha’s fun even when she tries too hard to be funny.

For that to happen, Series 3 would have needed a Martha-centric episode. If she had wanted to go back to being a doctor for a while then maybe her personality would have shone through more. This would cause a detour in the story and mess with the pacing though. One could argue that “Blink” does that, but who’d want to get rid of that episode? Plus the Doctor-lite episode was needed so both Tennant and Agyeman could do more shooting for other episodes.

I have loads of ideas for a Martha-centric episode...

Martha is a perfect supporting character, as in she services both the protagonist, story and plot. Supporting characters just tend to not be fleshed out well enough to be great characters. Arguably this changes when Martha decides to leave the Doctor. I haven’t seen her adventures in Torchwood but (I will check them out now!) Martha’s return in Series 4 was glorious. When we last see her in Ten’s last episode she’s an outright badass. So there is growth and character development, I just wonder how much of that is offscreen.

Martha’s main weakness, if you can call humanity that, is her feelings of inadequacy brought on by her unrequited crush/love for the Doctor. It humanizes Martha, adding to the juxtaposition between her and the inhuman Time Lord. Again, serving the protagonist and the story perfectly. The one-sided love story just never goes anywhere. Martha’s decision to just get out is sensible and it makes her extremely likeable and wise. It provides a character arc for her, but it’s not exactly memorable nor does it propel the story into new heights.

Martha literally gives her last breath to the Doctor as they are about to suffocate on the Moon.

That said, Martha went way beyond the call of duty, sacrificing herself to help the Doctor. Especially during the two-parter "Human Nature/Family of Blood” where Martha had to witness the Doctor falling in love with another woman while trying to keep the Time Lord safe from evil aliens. All the while having to put up with the prejudiced attitudes of the early 20th century England.

Right before Martha schools her on all the bones in her hand that’s about to pimp slap her.

In the same two-parter, when the amnesiac Doctor-turned-human falls down the stairs, Martha comes over as soon as she hears of it. Concern for the Doctor’s wellbeing is the first thing on her mind. Sure, Martha’s trapped there with the Doctor being her only way out, but it never comes across like that. The things Martha endures are sacrifices she’s deemed necessary. It really speaks volumes about the true grit of her character.

Waifu material.

She never becomes bitter or hardened by any of it either. Yet she isn’t without some sass either. When Martha’s told she should knock before entering, she steps back towards the door, knocks it and comes back. Martha Jones is such a well rounded character it’s a shame we only had her for a single season.

I’ll reiterate; all this this makes Martha my favourite New Who companion. It makes her the perfect supporting character.

I was going to make a joke about this, but I think the logo speaks for itself...

Martha’s own supporting cast reflects this as well. They all serve to paint a picture of Martha and pushing the story forward. Martha’s mother Francine is excelently utilized with very little screen time. Her skepticism towards the strange Doctor is only natural. It makes perfect sense for Francine to work with Saxon’s people who seemingly want to protect Martha like she does. This side plot in “42″ is actually the best part about the otherwise mundane enviromentalist episode.

Martha isn’t a jokester, but she has her moments. Kudos to Freema’s versatility as an actress.

As a character though, Jackie Tyler, annoying as she could be at times, is far better though. Jackie’s flirty personality, her accent and overall attitude towards life just shines through her every delivery of a line of dialogue. There are plot involving Jackie’s dead husband coming back to life and creating a deadly time paradox, too. Whereas Martha’s dad dating another woman doesn’t have effect on the plot. It doesn’t even phase Martha herself, she just tries to steer clear and juggle between her mom and dad which is easy because by now she lives on her own. Drama free.

That is when she isn’t being jettisoned into the sun!

Side note, I’m glad the character got a happy ending, albeit not with the Doctor like she wished. After all the hardships she endured and sacrifices she made for the Doctor for very little reward, she’s earned a little peace and quiet. She wasn’t lost on a parallel Earth nor forgot her adventures. She didn’t “die” like Amy, Rory and Clara.

It would have been absolutely terrible had Martha died. She’s my favourite of the bunch so it’s good to know she’s still out there somewhere in the Whoverse. The fact she could be easily written back into the show some day warms my heart.

For future reference, should Martha come back to the show and should the writers decide to kill off her character... like they are doing with the show proper at the moment... then allow me to give the showrunners and writers some advice. If Martha has to die, make her sacrifice herself for the Doctor one last time. As a one final act of love towards the man (assuming he’s back to being a man).

She’s talking about Shakespeare, but Martha’s line is very indicative of her relationship with the Doctor.

Don’t give us Mad Martha who decides to burn down whole cities full of people, okay. Don’t give us that “Martha kinda forgot her Hippocratic Oath” crap. You got that? Just making sure...

Anyway, Series 3 wasn’t the end for Martha and I’m so glad the character came back in Series 4 and like I said, I’ll be checking out Torchwood for more Martha appearances. But we’re here to talk about her as a companion so let’s get back on track.

That’s what she said about my tangent.

Now, you could get a good episode about Martha’s family drama, much like how Rose changed time to save his dad. But it’s not really necessary. The family drama in Series 11 has certainly shown how dull and dreary stories like that can be. That is why, even though Martha and her family aren’t exactly great characters that provide great stories, they are perfect at providing a clear context to the imaginary world that the Doctor, the TARDIS and time travel represents.

Freema sells that magical moment of a companion stepping into the TARDIS for the first time perfectly.

Again, perfect supporting characters that don’t waste time away from the things people actually watch the show for. That said, I wouldn’t have minded seeing a cat fight between Francine and her ex husband’s new bimbo girlfriend!

Just a single scene like that would have been endlessly entertaining and damn memorable!

Imagine that but between her and the bimbo: “Keep away from my husband.”

Martha’s sister Tish fares a lot better as a character as far as personality goes. There isn’t really a sibling rivalry going on, but Tish’s remarks about Martha dating a science geek speaks a lot about both her and Martha’s characters. What they look for in a man. When the Doctor asks what a science geek means, Martha explains it’s just someone who’s passionate about science which makes the Doctor happy. Which is what Martha wants, whether she was telling him the truth or sparing his feelings with such an interpretation. Brilliant writing for the characters all around.

Tish working with both Lazarus and Saxon, even if both instances were brought about by Saxon himself, tells about Tish being drawn towards wealth and power.

She was even ready to “snog” a de-aged Lazarus!

Damn right, she is! Not just a pretty face but smart too!

I wish we’d have seen more of Tish. Her interaction with Martha really created a contrast that benefitted both characters. In “The Lazarus Experiment” especially, Martha gets to shine. After helping her family escape, she goes back for the Doctor against her mother’s wishes. Later, Tish comes along. Martha takes control and takes Tish with her so that the Doctor has time to defeat Lazarus himself. Martha let’s the Doctor shine and in doing so shines herself. Tish acts as a great supporting character herself by asking who the Time Lord is. At this point Martha already knows because she’s asked him herself, demanding answers.

“We need to talk.” Never a good sign except in fiction.

Martha or the handling of her character is often criticized for how she had a thing for the Doctor. Her character was much more. In an early episode “Gridlock” we get one of Martha’s best moments; when she demands answers about the Doctor. She forces the Time Lord to come out of his shell, to stop pretending everything was all right. The Doctor tells Martha about being the last of the Time Lords which fits perfectly to the story of the Series.

Namely that the Doctor is not the last of his kind.

The Doctor also mentions how the Time Lords were all lost in a Time War, battling against the Daleks. It’s a great segway into the next two-parter story about Daleks themselves. The story flows really well with one thing leading to the next. The pacing is really good while the characters remain true to themselves. That said, it’s good to have Martha around to challenge the Doctor.

Asking seemingly harmless questions like this is vital for good supporting characters. We get to see the Doctor’s reaction to his home planet being brought up.

That said, I should mention a couple of things. In the episode “Smith & Jones” the Doctor kisses Martha to mark her with some of his DNA. This is done on the fly and while the Doctor had a plan, I dislike how this puts Martha in danger. Now, she doesn’t get into any serious trouble but considering how trigger happy the Judoon platoon upon the moon are, things could have gone real bad. This kiss does start Martha’s infatuation with the Doctor so there’s that.

Wait, don’t snog her, you idiot! Now she’s in danger!

The Doctor’s indifference to cool and hot Martha does make him in return look cooler. Martha is essentially the Doctor’s cheerleader which, despite sounding as not complimentary, really is that. You need the audience to root for the main character and this is partly achieved through supporting characters singing their praises. Of course, the characters still have to earn that praise. You can’t just have characters emotionally validate themselves or others to the audience.

Though it doesn’t hurt when Shakespeare himself is singing your praises.

The downside to the Doctor’s indifference is that he does come across as a jerk at times. Now this can be either a good or a bad thing based on the audience. While Martha is perfect as a supporting character, you don’t want neither her or the protagonist to be perfect. The Doctor missing Rose, as annoying as that can be to some, is keeping true to the character. The Doctor is in mourning. It’s his grief period and Martha is there to help him through it. In doing so, Martha learns that she doesn’t want to wait forever for another person to notice her.

In one of the best episodes in New Who’s history, “Utopia” draws a parallel between Doctor and Martha and the Professor and his assistant Chantho. Much like Martha, Chantho is smart, kind and caring. Based on her interactions and demeanor, Chantho adores the Professor and like Martha with the Doctor, she has a crush on him. Both the Professor and the Doctor don’t notice these signs. For an individual episode this is all well and good, but given the secret about Professor Yana, this parallel is much more impactful than it seems at first.

Spoilers to a Series over ten years old; Yana is actually the Master. This twist alone, the callback to the concept of a fob watch allowing a Time Lord to masquerade as a human was a brilliant touch. Martha of course recognizes Yana’s fob watch instantly and again, Freema sells the feeling of terror and dread so damn well.

Later in the episode Martha recognizes the Master’s voice as Harold Saxon. The name we’ve heard all throughout the Series. A lesser show would not have given Martha’s character such insight. It’s one of the numerous details that make her character clever and likeable.

Unfortunately, likeable characters aren’t always the most compelling ones. This makes Martha an underappreciated companion in the series history. While Martha is my favourite, I can’t really blame the detractors. Martha Jones served her purpose on the show which meant couldn’t shine as brightly of a star of her caliber. I’d still take her any day over Clara Oswald who was such a bad supporting character that it encroached on becoming the Clara Who show. And I say this as someone who loved the past and future Claras and Jenna Coleman playing the character(s).

Anyway, back to the actual episodes. While context is key, I find it interesting how the Master kills Chantho, showing no regard for her life. Now, the Doctor does care about life and he’s risked his own life for Martha many times. Still, being around the Doctor, much like with the Master, is dangerous. Neither can truly love their companions the way they want. That parallel is fascinating and I’m glad Martha was allowed to walk away from it of her own free will. Definitely one of the reasons this Series has the best writing out of New Who.

One of the few times the Doctor rewards Martha’s loyalty and bravery. Her reaction to receiving a key to the TARDIS is everything!

Speaking of writing. Before Martha says her goodbye, she has to walk the Earth and spread the gospel of the Doctor to the people of the world. Many have criticized how the show made the Doctor out to be a god who regains his power through prayer essentially. Rightfully so because even in context the twist does feel outlandish albeit totally awesome. Subjectively I’d say it’s one of the best moments in New Who.

Basically, the people have been subliminaly made to vote Master/Saxon into office. Now the Doctor has tapped himself into the same telepathic field and receives prayers, the word “Doctor” across the world. This turns him basically invincible for a time. Time enough to defeat the Master.

Because the telepathic field had been established in a prior episode and its effects had been reincorporated over and over again in the form of a drumming that the Master himself heard inside his head, I find that the twist is properly set up. That and because Martha has spent a whole year travelling around the world acting as a cheerleader for the Doctor.

The best cheerleader you could ever hope for!

Though how the Doctor’s orders relayed by Martha never reached the Master’s ears is a mystery. Martha was aware of a traitor though and she spoke to her accordingly, feeding false information. I doubt she told the people about the telepathic field. The Master could not put two and two together when the Doctor himself told of the plan. To the Master it was just hope and prayer.

Suffice to say I have mixed feelings about the final twist. None of this detracts from Martha Jones as a companion though and that’s why I wrote this blog post about her. If you’ve managed to get this far I thank you.

Boy, that was a lot of out of order, wibbly wobbly rambling about a show that I love and a companion I adore. Started well, that blog post.

<3

#doctor who #martha jones #freema agyeman #david tennant #tenth doctor

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Darn, can't find the official Karaoke Music Video but this video will suffice to bring out this sad/touching pairing in On Call 2

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCeF6IsYgpc)

#Not my MV #Hippocratic Crush II #On Call 2 #TVB #Hong Kong Drama #Love them! #They have great chemistry

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Hi Ary! This is going to be a long text but if you ever get inspired to write about barista!yoongi, do you think you could write one about him working in a hospital cafe, and always seeing med student/intern!OC with her team after ward rounds (because everyone in the hospital gets coffee after ward rounds), and he thinks she's really pretty but she always looks so serious when she's with her team?? but basically if you write this it will end me (no pressure love u) - whitecoat anon

Bit of background to my request - i’m a med student, just started working in the hospital and i always see the same baristas every morning after we finish ward rounds and head down to grab coffee! just thought it’d be really really cute (not that i have a crush on the baristas or anything but it’s just nice b/c they know everyone’s orders even if you’ve been on the team for like 2 days??) ok soz i will leave now, as always your writing is amazing and you are talented as FFF - whitecoat anon

Doctor, doctor (gimme the news)

a/n: this is super late, i’m sorry. but also, i loved this idea??? bc it’s kinda relatable (but not, bc i’m not a med student -- god do i wish though). all the best with your studies though, whitecoat anon!! (that’s the cutest sign off name ever though. bless.) ♡

“Incoming.”

Yoongi glances up from the magazine in his hands to watch a stream of people walk in, chattering amongst themselves as they all take their seats at the biggest table in the cafe.

“Must be the new interns Seokjin hyung was telling me about,” Namjoon says, smiling politely to the few that look in his direction.

“Interns?” Jeongguk asks.

“They’re like… doctors in training.”

“Ooh.”

“There’re so many of them,” Yoongi mumbles, looking on with awe. “Didn’t realise we had so many nerds in the country.”

“Careful,” Namjoon chuckles. “These people could save your life one day. Alright. Let’s look alive. Looks like they’ll be ordering in a bit.”

Jeongguk finishes arranging the display cabinet with the fresh batch of cakes and baked goods while Yoongi puts away his magazine, taking over from Namjoon who’s busy trying to rip open a new bag of coffee beans to refill the machine with. Namjoon smiles sheepishly, giving Yoongi a gentle pat on the shoulder before walking to the storeroom to grab a box of new paper cups and lids.

It’s an unspoken arrangement, the way Jeongguk automatically mans the register while Yoongi stays behind the espresso machine, grinding and pouring as needed, Namjoon staying clear away from any kind of service, lest his hands accidentally spill or drop anything ordered. It’s the way Yoongi likes it though, preferring Jeongguk to engage in the small talk with that boyish charm and charismatic smile of his, the younger being the best candidate to pull the staff away from the gruelling reality of hospital life, even for just a minute. Yoongi wholeheartedly believes that Jeongguk is the best kind of distraction that this cafe can offer this hospital, and has caught the younger venturing off to the paediatric ward on his lunch breaks to play with the children on multiple occasions already.

“_____?” Yoongi calls out, sliding the next coffee forward. You look up from the folder in your hand when your name is called, walking up to the counter. “Flat white with… two sugars…”

You tilt your head a little when the barista’s voice seems to trail off, but smile anyway and thank him, grabbing your coffee and walking back to the table to join the rest of your group.

Yoongi doesn’t even realise he’s staring because no one’s there to bring his attention back to coffee. He can hear a distant no, I’m not here for coffee. I just wanted to come and talk to you because you looked cute in your apron somewhere off to the side, but pays no mind to it, and misses the way a slight flush of pink colours Jeongguk’s cheeks at some intern’s persistent flirting.

(He later hears said intern’s name is Kim Taehyung, and Jeongguk is already head over heels for the aspiring paediatrician.)

But it’s the sound of toppling boxes that drags him back to reality and forces his attention to the back where Namjoon emerges from the storeroom, clipboard in hand as he shakes sugar out of his hair.

Four coffees and a hot chocolate later, Yoongi still can’t take his eyes away from you, sitting quietly at the end of the table, writing and sipping while the rest of the interns are deep in discussion. He wipes the steam nozzle with a damp cloth with barely a second thought, peering in between two stacks of coffee cups to watch you turn to the intern beside you, pointing down at the paperwork in front of you.

“Hyung, can I have a coffee?” Jeongguk asks, wiping his hands on his apron. Yoongi doesn’t respond, and just keeps on wiping the steam nozzle distractedly. “Hyung. Hyung.”

“What, Jeongguk?” Yoongi asks, clicking his tongue when the younger shakes his arm.

“I said, can I have a coffee?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.”

With furrowed eyebrows, Jeongguk watches Yoongi get back into his usual routine of tampering down ground coffee beans and frothing up milk with his usual expressionless face, but working long enough at the cafe has meant Jeongguk is a little better at reading the elder’s behaviour.

“What’s up, hyung?” he asks. “Something wrong?” Yoongi shakes his head, shrugging. “You seem… distracted.”

“Do I?” Yoongi returns, nonchalant as he hands Jeongguk his coffee. “Maybe I need a coffee too.” Jeongguk shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe.” Yoongi’s back to wiping the steam nozzle when the younger leans against the counter, drinking. “So, hey. The new interns seem pretty cool.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. They’re a lot nicer than all the other staff that come in.”

“That’s because they’re still clueless to the horrors of a hospital, Guk-ah,” Yoongi chuckles, putting the cloth down and following suit, resting his hip against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“No, I don’t mean like that. I mean they’re just… nicer.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes, suspicious, and looks over his shoulder at the table of interns before turning his attention back to Jeongguk.

“Don’t tell me you like one of them already.” Jeongguk sputters and puts his coffee down, straightening up as Yoongi watches with amusement.

“What’re you— I— I don’t like like him!”

“Yet,” Yoongi adds with another chuckle.

“I was just intrigued because he works in the paediatric ward, okay?” Yoongi nods slowly, looking smug.

“Which one?”

“The one next to the girl at the end. The one with the pinky-red hair.”

The both of them glance over the espresso machine at the interns, eyes drawn to the head of hair almost immediately. Yoongi lets out an unassuming hum, resisting the urge to shift his eyes to the intern beside him — you.

“The kids must love that hair,” Yoongi comments.

“Yeah. He said a couple of the girls braided his hair the other day and it took him and his friend _____ an hour to untangle it all,” Jeongguk replies, chuckling. Yoongi tries not to perk up too obviously at the sound of your name.

“_____?”

“Yeah, the girl next to him. They’re, like, childhood best friends or something. I think Taehyung — that’s the guy with the hair — said they met in the church choir or whatever.”

“What, she sings?”

“No, she’s their pianist. Like, a lowkey prodigy.” (Yoongi tries to keep his face as straight as possible after hearing this.)

“You got all this information in a two-minute conversation?” Yoongi asks, arching an eyebrow; Jeongguk shrugs, picking up his coffee again.

“He’s pretty much an open book.”

“The barista keeps looking at you.”

You’re halfway through your paperwork when Taehyung leans over to whisper in your ear, chuckling lowly when you look at him with confusion.

“The barista,” he repeats, nodding his head towards the front of the cafe. “He’s been sneaking glances through those paper cups for the last ten minutes.”

You lift your head and look forward, past the shoulder of the intern in front of you to where the barista is standing, talking to the cashier and who you’re assuming is the manager. You watch the barista ruffle his hair; it’s just a few shades lighter than Taehyung’s, and definitely not as bright.

“Why would he be looking at me?” you ask.

“Well, I dunno, hot stuff,” Taehyung laughs. “Maybe he was surprised by your weird coffee order.”

“Pfft. What’s weird about a flat white? If anyone has a weird coffee order, it’s you, Mr. Mocha-With-Caramel-Syrup-And-One-Sugar. How can you even drink that and not be a diabetic?”

“Great genetics, I guess,” he replies, shrugging. “But seriously. He keeps looking at you.”

“Maybe he’s looking at you and your hair.”

“No, he’s definitely looking at you. Jeongguk’s the one looking at me.”

“Who’s Jeongguk?”

“The cutie at the register.” You watch as Taehyung sighs wistfully, leaning forward and cradling his chin in his hand. “I’d love to tap that.”

(You consider it small miracle that you hadn’t decided to take a sip then. You would’ve definitely spat it out all over your work.)

“Taehyung, please,” you groan.

“Just telling the truth. I’m under Hippocratic Oath, you know.”

“How the hell are those two things related?” you say, trying desperately not to burst out laughing.

“No idea, but I know that I’m gonna get a piece of that cute-ass cashier. Mark my words.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head and turn your attention back to the paperwork in front of you. Taehyung, however, seems to have other plans.

“_____. Let me borrow some money.”

“What now?” you groan.

“Well I need a reason to go back to the counter now, don’t I?”

“Hello again,” Jeongguk says, smiling amusedly. “Did you change your mind about the coffee?”

“Nope. I just missed you,” Taehyung replies, leaning against the counter. Jeongguk chuckles quietly, while Yoongi rolls his eyes from the other end.

“Can I get you something, Taehyung-sshi?”

“I’ll take a slice of the chocolate brownie and your phone number, thank you.” As he passes by, Namjoon whistles and laughs.

“Smooth,” he comments, walking back around the counter to disappear, once again, in the storeroom. Shaking his head and smiling, Jeongguk reaches for a pair of tongs and opens up the display cabinet.

“Hey, Jeongguk. What’s the barista’s name?” Taehyung asks.

“Hmm? Oh. That’s Yoongi hyung.”

Hearing his name, Yoongi looks up and turns to where Taehyung stands, pen still poised over his clipboard.

“Kim Taehyung, aspiring paediatrician,” Taehyung says, holding out his hand with a smile. Yoongi tucks his pen behind his ear and reaches out to shake his hand.

“Uh, Min Yoongi, barista and, uh… aspiring musician?” he replies.

“Ooh. Musician. How ‘bout you, Jeongguk? What’re you aspiring to be?”

“I…” Jeongguk straightens up, holding a brownie slice in between the tongs. “Have absolutely no goddamn clue.”

Yoongi snorts. Taehyung laughs.

“So. Min Yoongi. You taken?” Both Jeongguk and Yoongi freeze at Taehyung’s abruptness. “I’m asking for a friend. Don’t worry.”

“Um… no?” Yoongi replies.

“You don’t sound so sure about that.” Yoongi clears his throat.

“Uh, no,” he repeats, careful not to inflect the end of his sentence. “No, I’m… not taken.”

“Interesting.” He’s not really sure why, but Yoongi feels nervous watching Taehyung’s eyes narrow a little as he nods his head. “Good to know. Anyway. What do I owe you, Jeongguk?”

“On the house,” Jeongguk declares. “Just… don’t tell Namjoon hyung.”

“You sure?” Jeongguk nods. “Well, thanks. _____’ll be glad to know she just saved some money.” Yoongi resists the urge to ask more at the mention of you, and just goes back to conducting inventory. Taehyung turns on his heels to leave.

“Wait!”

“Hmm?”

Frantic, Jeongguk looks around, grabbing a napkin and plucking the pen from Yoongi’s hand without warning.

“Here,” he says, holding the napkin out to Taehyung. Taehyung takes it, looks down at the black ink starting to bleed through, and grins.

As Taehyung walks back to the table, Yoongi pulls the pen out of Jeongguk’s hand, annoyed at the giddy look on the younger’s face.

“That brownie’s coming out of your pay, you brat.”

(“Good news,” Taehyung announces, dropping himself into the chair next to you. “The barista is single.”

It takes you a moment to register his words, but when it sinks it, you drop your pen, mortified.

“Taehyung. You didn’t.”

“His name is Min Yoongi and he’s a barista-slash-aspiring-musician. Brownie?”)

“Hey.” You put your folders down onto the counter, reaching into your pocket in search of money.

“Morning, _____,” Yoongi says, flashing you a little smile. “Uh, on your own today?”

“The rest of the group’re on their way. I think all my time in A&E has made me a little too quick on my feet. Taehyung had, like, three kids clinging to his legs when I passed by Paediatric too.”

Yoongi chuckles softly.

“You’re A&E?”

“Yup.”

“So you’ve probably got some crazy shifts, huh,” he says.

“Yeah. Everyone thinks I’m crazy for willingly choosing that department, when you’ve got wards like Maternity and Paediatric, but… I dunno. I guess I just live for a shit ton of work and adrenaline being piled onto me.” You smile when Yoongi snorts and shakes his head.

“You probably don’t get much time off then, huh. Compared to the other interns, I mean,” he says. “A&E’s probably a lot more demanding than, like, Palliative Care and stuff.”

“Yeah, me and the couple of guys wanting to get into surgery probably have it the worst,” you reply. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. We’re all suffering. Hospital internships are no joke. But I think I’m allowed to say I suffer just that little bit more.”

“I guess that’s why you always look so serious all the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every time you come in here with the other interns, you’re nose is always, like, buried in paperwork, while… what’s his name… Taehyung? Taehyung seems to be having the time of his life flirting with our cashier, Jeongguk.”

With a hint of a grin on your lips, you lean forward and prop your elbow up on the counter, chin resting on your fist.

“Oh, so Taehyung was right. You have been sneaking glances over at me.” You watch Yoongi’s expression drop, mortified as he struggles to find a reply.

“Wh— n-no, I— that’s not—” he stammers, looking left and right and in every direction that isn’t right at you. Your shoulders begin to shake as you desperately try to hold back your laughter and fail, fist pressed to your lips in an attempt to muffle the sound. Yoongi’s cheeks flush a soft shade of pink. “Wait. T-that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s fine,” you say, reassuring him with a dismissive wave of your hand. “It’s good to know you’re not repelled by Resting Bitch Face.”

Dragging a hand down his face, Yoongi groans quietly.

“So fucking embarrassing. I’ve been hanging around Jeongguk and Namjoon too long.”

The last of your laughter trails off when your pocket starts to beep, and you pull your pager out just as a stream of interns begins to pour into the cafe, Taehyung and his disheveled hair included.

“You’d think, in this day and age, that pagers would be relics by now,” you say, studying the message on the little display before dropping it back into your pocket. “I’d love to stay and chat, but duty calls.”

“Right,” Yoongi says, trying not to sound disappointed.

“I’ll just take my coffee to go, if that’s okay. Flat white, two sugars?”

“No problem.”

You leave your money on the counter as Yoongi walks to the end of the counter to the espresso machine, quick to make your coffee, knowing you need to leave. It’s as if you’ve just managed to pick your folders back up again when he’s back in front of you, holding your cup of coffee out towards you. You thank him and turn to walk out.

“_____, wait!” Yoongi calls out. You turn to look over your shoulder, mid-sip. “Your change.”

“Keep it,” you say, chuckling. “Consider it an incentive.” His eyebrows furrow with confusion.

“Incentive… for what?”

“To continue being unaffected by my RBF. Catch you later.”

“Aha. Busted.”

Yoongi swivels around, almost spitting out a mouthful of coffee as he looks at you, leaning against the front counter with a cheeky smile. He chuckles airily through his nose, putting his mug down as he swallows, wiping his hands on his apron.

“Jesus. I nearly choked just now,” he says, shaking his head as he grabs a paper cup — the largest size — ready to start on your coffee.

“That’s alright. I’m trained, remember?” you reply.

“Lucky me. The usual? Flat white, two sugars, right?”

“You remembered.” The abrasive hum of the grinder fills the air, the scent of freshly ground coffee pleasantly filling your nose. You sigh with contentment. “Maybe I should just hang out here for the rest of my internship. Coffee smells a lot better than disinfectant and hand sanitiser.” Yoongi chuckles, not looking up from the jug of milk in his hand, the whistle and hiss of the steam nozzle almost drowning out any other sound in the cafe.

“So. How were your rounds this morning?” he asks. “Any gruesome stories to tell me today?”

“No, unfortunately,” you reply with an exaggerated sigh. “An earlier shift means that more than half of the guys in my ward were still dead asleep when I got to their beds.”

“Not sure ‘dead’ is the best word to use when describing hospital patients, _____.” Yoongi glances up at you briefly, milk ready and poised to be poured into your cup; you look back at him, mortified.

“Shit.” You drag a hand down your face with a groan as he puts everything down, too busy laughing to concentrate on pouring properly. Behind you, the rest of the interns at your table look in your direction, interest piqued by the sudden raucous and the sight of you leaning over the counter to punch Yoongi in the arm. “Shut up. It was a figure of speech.”

“Yeah,” he says, wiping away the tears starting to form in his eyes with the pad of his thumb before getting back to work. “Probably the worst figure of speech someone in your position could use.”

“Shut up.”

The back storeroom door opens, and Jeongguk steps out, a giant cardboard box in his hands.

“Oh. Hey. I thought I heard you,” he says, smiling as he drops the box onto the back counter.

“Morning, Jeongguk. Feel free to not divulge any details about your date with Taehyung last night. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard it all already. Twice.” Jeongguk laughs.

“Seokjin hyung told me about that emergency tracheotomy you did the other night. Nice work.”

“Oh yeah. That was a real adrenaline rush. I’ve never been more terrified of screwing up in my life. But he got moved from the ICU to general recovery a couple days ago so that’s a plus.”

Yoongi whistles appreciatively as he finishes securing the plastic lid over your coffee cup, saying, “impressive shit there, almost-doc.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle, sliding over your money. “See you guys around.”

It’s just the sound of the register opening and shutting as Yoongi counts your money out (more out of habit than distrust at this point) and slides it into the till for a while, until Jeongguk decides to stop unpacking the new box of coffee cups to lean over and whisper in the elder’s ear.

“Asked her out yet, hyung?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Surprised, Yoongi turns his head towards the younger.

“What are you, nuts? I’m not gonna ask _____ out, you brat,” Yoongi hisses.

“Why not? You obviously like her.”

“I do not.”

“You so do,” Jeongguk argues, throwing his head back with hearty laughter. “It’s written all over your face, hyung. Don’t think I don’t notice the way you always say yes to Namjoon hyung every time he asks if you can do the morning shift these days.”

“Taking the morning shift means I have the rest of the day to do shit.”

Jeongguk hums, unconvinced.

“Not because _____ noona just happens to work the overnight and morning shifts.”

“No. And since when have you gotten close enough to _____ that you can start calling her noona?”

“Taehyung hyung said I could. But, fine. Whatever you say, hyung. Where do you want these to go?”

It’s routine by this point, the way you head straight to the cafe as soon as your rounds are done, not caring if you’re joined by the rest of the interns or not.

“Morni— woah.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, watching as you tiredly drop the pile of paperwork in your arms down onto the counter, sighing and running your fingers through your hair.

“Hey,” you mumble.

“You okay?” he asks, slowly reaching for a paper cup, making sure not to take his eyes away from you. You shrug in reply, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the front counter, hanging your head down as he gets to work on making your coffee.

Behind the espresso machine, Yoongi casts you worried glances, not used to seeing you so sullen and quiet. He can hear rattling and chaos behind him in the storeroom, a prompt I’m okay! called out by Jeongguk after the distinct sound of something shattering, but Yoongi barely notices, too distracted by the sight of you so distraught.

“Flat white with two su—”

“I lost a patient.”

He freezes completely, stops pushing the fresh cup of coffee across the counter to you, watching as you gnaw on your bottom lip, looking off to the side.

“I lost a patient,” you repeat, sounding so much more broken than you’d hoped, your voice unsteady and shaky. “I watched his blood pressure drop to almost nothing in a matter of minutes. H-he was only twelve, Yoongi. I watched a twelve year old boy die right in front of me, and I couldn’t do jack shit.” You let out a stuttered exhale, straightening up and scratching your temple. “That’s the first time that’s happened to me. I’m the first intern in the group to lose a patient.”

“I’m… I’m sorry to hear that, _____,” Yoongi says.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“Hey.” He reaches over to lay his hand over yours where it still rests on the counter. “You’ll be okay. Patients pass all the time, even after you’ve done everything you can.”

“I just… I didn’t think it’d happen three weeks into my internship.” You stare down at Yoongi’s hand on top of yours to distract yourself, trying hard not to become an emotional wreck in the middle of the cafe so early in the morning. “Like, I can’t help but think now if there was something I could’ve done, if I should’ve done something differently to have prevented it.”

“It’s just the way life is,” Yoongi replies, giving your fingers a gentle, sympathetic squeeze. “I’ve seen a lot of the staff come in here after they’ve lost patients too. It doesn’t get any easier. You just learn to accept fate. You know what always helps though?”

“What?”

“Coffee.”

Despite yourself, you find yourself letting out an airy chuckle, shaking your head as you rub the inner corner of your eye.

“Right,” you mumble, the smallest hints of a smile on your lips as you reach into your pocket to grab your money. Before you can find anything, Yoongi squeezes your hand and stops you.

“Don’t worry about it. Just take it easy, _____,” he says. You look up at him, eyes flicking down to the soft smile he flashes you.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You nod in reply with no words left to say, picking up your paperwork and coffee and walking over to your usual table.

It isn’t long before the rest of the interns join you, their raucous chatter quieting down to almost silence when they all spot you, slouched in your seat, paperwork and drink untouched while you stare down at the chipped lacquer on the edges of the table. While everyone walks over to the counter to order their drinks, Taehyung detours and walks over to stand behind your chair and wrap his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“How you holding up, squirt?” he says, rocking you gently from side to side. You smile a little, not taking your eyes off of the table as you reach up to pat the back of his hands.

“I’m alright, toots,” you reply. “Just gonna zone out for a little while.”

“You want anything else from the front?” You shake your head, your cheek squished up against the side of Taehyung’s head. He nods, and straightens up, giving your shoulders a squeeze before walking up to the counter.

“Hey, hyung,” Jeongguk says, greeting Taehyung with a small wave.

“Hey-a, Guk.”

“Hey, um… is _____ noona okay? Did something happen?”

“I think she will be,” Taehyung replies, looking over his shoulder. “She lost a patient this morning.”

“Holy shit,” Jeongguk gasps.

“It was bound to happen sooner or later, I guess, what with her working in A&E and all. But she probably wasn’t expecting it to happen to her so early in the game, y’know?”

“What happened?”

“_____’s ward rounds are a bit different to the rest of ours. You know how, in the movies, it’s like a group of students following around the main doctor around to different patients and just observing how they interact with the patient and stuff? That’s how it is for me and the rest of the guys at the table. But with _____ being in A&E, she doesn’t really have that because Emergency doesn’t really have a structure like all the other wards do. And since she’s the only intern in A&E, she kinda just shadows the senior doctor over there. So it’s not really ‘ward rounds’ for her per se, but like, actual on-your-feet experience. Anyway. I think they said it was, like, seven-ish? Seven-thirty? A&E got a call about an incoming patient, a kid who was hit by a car on his way to school. A hit and run somewhere near Incheon. The kid came in and… God, he was just a mess, but she tried, she really tried to keep him here. They all did. But it wasn’t even ten minutes after his admission that he flatlined.”

Yoongi, who’d been standing off to the side, walks closer to where Jeongguk and Taehyung stand to listen, to get the answer to the question he didn’t dare ask you earlier when you’d been standing just a few feet away from him.

“Christ,” he mutters, looking over Taehyung’s shoulder where you sit, sipping at your coffee, which by now must be closer to cold than lukewarm. “That’s intense.” Jeongguk nods silently in agreement.

“Thank fuck she’s got the day off tomorrow,” Taehyung says, sighing quietly. Without instruction, Jeongguk reaches into the fridge beside the display cabinet, pulling out a bottle of orange juice to slide over to Taehyung. Taehyung, in return, slides over his money.

“Should we give her something to eat?” Jeongguk asks, looking first at Yoongi, then at Taehyung. “One of the brownies, or the custard tart, or a cooki—”

“Nah, I asked her already. She said she doesn’t want anything.”

“Oh. Okay.”

A distant beeping catches everyone’s attention, and they all turn and watch you pull your pager out, looking down at the display before picking up your paperwork and coffee and standing. There are looks of surprise and confusion from the interns, Jeongguk and Yoongi alike as they watch you head towards the doors.

Looking over your shoulder, you glance at Taehyung, Jeongguk, and Yoongi, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” you ask.

“Another emergency?” Taehyung asks. You can’t help but laugh.

“It’s the A&E, Tae. It’s always an emergency.”

Jeongguk is busy packing away everything in the cake cabinet while Yoongi is sweeping the floor when you walk back into the cafe, fatigue very clear in your body language.

“Sorry, we’re clo— oh.” Yoongi looks up, the broom still in his hand, watching as you pull out a chair and drop yourself into the seat, fortunately sans paperwork. With a sigh, you hang your head back and stare up at the ceiling.

“I’ll just be a sec,” you say. “I just need to sit down for a little bit.”

“Don’t be stupid. Stay as long as you want,” Jeongguk says, smiling over at you.

Resting the broom against the wall, Yoongi dusts off his hands on his apron, grabbing a bottle of water before Jeongguk can lock the fridge and walking over to you, setting the bottle down on the table in front of you.

“Oh. Thanks, Yoongi,” you say, sitting up properly and reaching for it.

“No problem. Figured this’d be better than a coffee.”

“Yeah. I considered cutting out coffee altogether, but I’m not sure I could survive this without it.”

“Taehyung says you’ve got the day off tomorrow,” Yoongi says, pulling out the chair next to you and taking a seat.

“Mmm. Thank god for that. But…” Taking a deep breath, you pause to take a sip of water, resting the bottle on your knee, leaving a ring of condensation on your pants. “I don’t really sleep that much so I don’t know what I’ll do the whole day.”

“Something as far away from hospital work as possible, please,” Yoongi chuckles; you smile in agreement.

“Hey, hyung. Isn’t it your day off tomorrow as well?” Jeongguk calls out from behind the counter, holding bags of coffee beans in each arm. He flashes a knowing look to Yoongi, discreetly nodding his head in your direction.

“It is, Jeongguk. Thanks for reminding me,” Yoongi replies, trying not to clench his teeth and strain his voice.

“Which hyung is coming in tomorrow to make the coffees then?”

“Well, I dunno, Jeongguk. Maybe you should check the roster in the back.”

“Right, yeah.” Yoongi all but glares in the younger’s direction when Jeongguk sends him a wink and a grin before disappearing into the storeroom.

“You have the day off too?” you ask, oblivious to the silent conversation that’d just taken place between them both, distractedly picking at the label on the water bottle. “Nice. What’re you gonna do with twenty-four hours of freedom?”

“Dunno. Might sleep for about half that time, eat something, and probably spend the rest of the day chillin’ with my bae.”

You arch an eyebrow, the lip of the bottle inches away from your lips.

“Your bae?” you repeat.

“My piano,” Yoongi chuckles. “That’s the closest I’m gonna get to a relationship anytime soon, I think.”

“Oh.” You find yourself chuckling, and somewhat confused by the relief that’s washing over you. “Cute.”

“It’s not, really.” He reaches up and ruffles his hair, locks of faded pink moving in all directions. “I mean, how many grown men do you know call a musical instrument their first love?”

“Well, I dunno about instruments, but Taehyung has this elephant plush toy that he swears convinced him that love at first sight exists back when he was six.” Yoongi snorts and shakes his head.

The both of you watch silently as Jeongguk rounds the counter and makes his way around the floor, wiping down the tables before stacking the chairs on top of them. As he makes his way closer to your table, it dawns on you that you’ll need to stand and, eventually, leave the cafe to let them finish cleaning up.

“Hey.” Yoongi’s voice cuts through the quiet, and you turn away from Jeongguk to look at him. “Um, are you done for today?”

“Yeah,” you answer. “I finished kinda early actually. I’m just killing the next five minutes so I can clock off.” You pick at the label on the bottle again, biting the inside of your cheek, mustering up the courage to ask, “why?”

“I, uh… I was wondering if… you wanted to grab some dinner. Tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, just… I figured, since we both have the day off tomorrow, we could have dinner tonight and not have to worry about going home early because of work the next day or… whatever.” Realising what he’d said, Yoongi turns to you, eyes wide. “Oh God. That came out wrong. I-I don’t mean—”

You throw your head back and laugh, drawing Jeongguk’s attention to the both of you; Jeongguk laughs quietly to himself, watching Yoongi drag his hand down his face and ruffle his hair again.

“No, yeah, I…” You drag your knuckle against the corner of your eye. “I’d like that. Taehyung’s going out on another date with Jeongguk tonight, so… yeah. It beats another night in the apartment on my own eating instant noodles and crying over some lame anime that I never really wanted to watch in the first place.”

“Taehyung?”

“Yeah.”

“Amazing. Jeongguk is the exact same.”

“Well. If you’re ever in the mood to switch roommates… you know who to call first.”

You and Yoongi laugh quietly, letting it trail off naturally as Jeongguk approaches the table, hands planted on the remaining free chair.

“I hate to interrupt,” he says, grinning. “But we’re closing now, miss. I’m afraid you’ll have to vacate the premises.” Snorting and rolling your eyes, you stand, fingers wrapped around your bottle of water.

“Right. Oh, uh, before I forget, Taehyung said something about meeting up at some dog cafe instead of the apartment for you guys’ date tonight. I think he’s gonna text you the address later.” Jeongguk sighs wistfully.

“A dog cafe. A man after my own heart.”

“Eww,” you and Yoongi say simultaneously.

“Shut up.”

“I’m gonna go clock off,” you say, shaking your head at Jeongguk before looking at Yoongi. “I’ll, uh, meet you outside?”

“Sounds good. Give me, like, twenty minutes to finish up here and I’ll catch up with you,” Yoongi replies, nodding his head.

True to his word, Yoongi steps out of the hospital twenty minutes later — eighteen, to be exact; but who’s counting? — stained black apron replaced with an olive green bomber jacket, one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. In a similar fashion, you’ve forgone your white coat for a sweater and scarf, tucking your phone into the pocket of your jeans as you wave your hand to catch his attention.

“I forgot to ask earlier,” Yoongi says. “Did you have a ride, or…”

“Oh. Oh. Crap, no I don’t,” you say, expression falling. “Me and Tae usually come together, but he’s taking the car for his date with Jeongguk tonight. Shit. I didn’t think of that.”

“That’s fine. You can catch a ride with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just, uh…” Yoongi’s eyes shift left and right warily as he scratches the top of his head and clears his throat.

“What?” you ask, a little confused.

“Just… here. I’ll show you.”

Following behind him, he leads you to the carpark, weaving through the different lanes to eventually stop at the back of the lot.

“This okay?”

For a moment, you stand there, speechless, looking with wide eyes at the slightly scuffed black leather seat, and worn tires of Yoongi’s…

“Motorbike,” you say, eloquent as ever.

“Yeah. Uh, I just remembered what I came to work in when I was grabbing my stuff out of my locker.” He clears his throat again, reaching into his bag to pull out his helmet. “If you don’t wanna ride, it’s totally chill, _____. I can call Jeongguk, get him to ride this home, and we can catch a taxi or something.”

“No, this… this is fine,” you say with a soft exasperated chuckle to your words.

“Have you ever been on a bike before?” You shake your head. “Oh. Well. Um.”

“There’s a first for everything though, right? I can handle some early morning trauma in A&E. How bad could a bike ride be?”

Yoongi chuckles quietly, and nods in agreement, lifting the seat of his motorbike to pull out a spare helmet to hand to you, shoving his bag in roughly before shutting the seat.

“You’re, uh… gonna have to keep your bag on. The seat’s not big enough for all our stuff, unfortunately.”

“That’s alright.”

“Sorry. I didn’t really think things through before asking you out to dinner tonight,” Yoongi says, biting on his lip nervously.

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh. “I prefer spontaneity anyways.”

“Yeah? I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he mutters.

“Next time?”

Yoongi clears his throat yet again, looking away from you to pat down his jacket and jeans in search of his keys and preoccupying himself with anything that isn’t related to looking you right in the face. You grin and busy yourself with undoing the buckle of the spare helmet in your hands.

“W-what do you feel like eating?” Yoongi asks you, sliding his helmet on and hoisting his leg over the bike to straddle it, inserting the key into the ignition without turning the bike on just yet. You shrug in reply, resting the spare helmet on the back of the bike to free up your hands and tie your hair back.

“Whatever you feel like. I’m not a fussy eater like Tae,” you say, words mumbled around your hairtie held between your teeth. Yoongi leans a little towards you, pointing to the side of his helmet to indicate that he can’t hear you properly. You reply with a, “anywhere’s fine,” raising your voice a little more. He nods in acknowledgement and turns the key.

The motorbike roars to life and you flinch a little at the sound. You don’t hear Yoongi’s chuckle, but you see the way his shoulders shake slightly in amusement before you’re sliding the helmet onto your head. Holding his shoulder, you swing your leg over the bike to sit down behind him, his hand coming up to hold onto your wrist when he feels you wobble slightly.

“_____!” he calls out.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh, you need to hold on.”

“What?” you ask, leaning forward to hear him better, the front of your helmet knocking against the back of his. Instead of raising his voice and repeating himself, however, he reaches behind to find your arms, guiding them until they’re wrapped around his waist. He gives your wrists a gentle squeeze, and you take the cue to hold on — tight. Yoongi throws you a thumbs up over his shoulder; you reply with a nod.

You gasp, barely audible, when Yoongi revs the engine, grasp instantly tightening when he kicks off the ground and starts to move, fingers holding onto his jacket.

Behind his helmet, Yoongi smiles at the warmth of your chest against his back, and the almost-death grip around his waist.

“You okay?” Yoongi asks as he helps you off the motorbike, trying not to grin at the way you let out a sigh of relief when your feet touch the ground. You hum and nod your head in reply, undoing the buckle beneath your chin and pulling the helmet off, yanking out your hairtie to fix your hair.

“That was… new,” you say, pausing when Yoongi reaches up to fix a lock of your hair. “But I could get used to that. Maybe. Hopefully.”

He laughs a little, taking the helmet from your hands to put it back under the seat after pulling his bag out, shoving his own helmet into it.

“I hope you’re not a vegetarian.”

You stop fixing your hair for a moment to turn and look up at the neon lights of the restaurant signage, taking a deep breath in and exhaling with a happy hum as the smell of grilling meat hits you immediately.

“I am most definitely not a vegetarian,” you reply, grinning.

“This is my brother’s restaurant,” he explains, leading you inside, the scent of cooked meats and vegetables increasing tenfold as soon as you’ve stepped through the doors. “As if it isn’t bad enough that I’m on my feet all day, every time he sees me walk in, he gets me to work in exchange for free food. I’m hoping with you here that doesn’t happen.”

“No family benefits?”

“Well, you’d think I’d get some, right?”

“Well, well. Good evening, young master. Come to pay your debts?”

The both of you turn to come face to face with a man wiping his hands on a towel, hair a dull shade of blue, multiple piercings on both ears, and a cheeky grin painted on his lips.

“Nope. I have a ‘get out of jail free’ card tonight, hyung,” Yoongi answers, wiggling his eyebrows. “This is _____.” The man’s eyes shifts to you before shifting back to Yoongi, slightly narrowed.

“You win this time, you brat. But you’ll be on dishes next time. Your usual table’s free.”

Yoongi groans, but you can see him holding back a smile as he leads you over to the back corner of the restaurant after you bow your head politely.

“That… was your brother?” you ask, taking a seat and dropping your bag down beside you.

“Yeah, that was Yoonjae hyung,” Yoongi replies, following suit. “I’m actually surprised he’s only gonna put me on dishes.”

“Is that bad?”

“Nah. Bad is toilet duties. Have you ever cleaned a toilet after midnight after a busy day in a barbecue restaurant? The things I’ve seen in there could probably rival the things you see in A&E.” You snort.

“That’s a stretch.”

“Okay, yeah. True. But you know what I mean.”

Shaking your head, you laugh as you reach for the menu beside you, eyes scanning the various cuts of meat and side dishes on offer. Everything looks amazing and enticing, and you’re salivating before the grill’s even been ignited.

“So. What’ll it be, kids?” Yoonjae asks, approaching the table with a small notepad in his hand, grabbing his pen from where it’s tucked behind his ear.

“I’ll have the usual,” Yoongi answers. “I dunno what _____ wants.”

“What’s ‘the usual’?” you ask.

“A serve of dumplings, some steak, pork belly, kimchi hot pot, and rice.”

“That’s all for one person?”

“It’s supposed to be for two, but I mean, I don’t know when I’m gonna be eating next, so… while I’m here…”

“Interesting. I’ll get the same.”

Yoonjae stops writing to look at you, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You know what?” he says, tucking his pen back behind his ear. “I like you already.”

“I hope that means I get to avoid doing the dishes with Yoongi,” you laugh.

“We’ll see.”

“Wait. What?”

“Hold up. Wait. Jimin, come back.”

“What’s up, hyung?” the waiter asks, his tray tucked under his arm.

“We didn’t order this,” Yoongi says, pointing to the basket of fried chicken.

“Oh, I know. But Yoonjae hyung said to bring it over to you guys. He said something about wanting to see if you and your new girlfriend can finish everything.” You feel your mouthful of soup start to trickle down the wrong pipe, and you drop your spoon and cover your mouth, trying not to cough too loud, because girlfriend? The waiter, however, seems to be unphased. “I’m Jimin by the way! Family friend of the Mins.”

“I’m…” You pause to clear your throat a few times, hand pressed to your chest. “I’m _____.”

“Nice to meet you!”

“Jimin? Can you leave so we can eat?” Yoongi says, jaw clenched as he glares in the waiter’s direction.

“Right! Yeah, sure. Just yell out if you guys need anything.”

You watch as Jimin walks off to tend to another table with a friendly smile, seemingly completely unaware of how confused you are, and of how mortified Yoongi is.

“Sorry about him,” Yoongi says quietly, quick to shove a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

“He’s very… cheery,” you say, chuckling a little as you turn your attention back to the food. “Like, very cheery.”

“I know. I swear nothing gets that brat down.” He reaches for the tongs, flipping the meat on the grill. “I mean, he’s a cool kid, but damn.”

“Yoongi. Eat that last one.”

“I would if I could, but, _____, I can’t. You have it.”

With a groan, you sit up again, elbows resting on the table as you stare down the last chicken wing in the basket. You pick it up, but hesitate to bring it to your mouth. Across the table, Yoongi lifts his hand and curls his fingers into a loose fist, pumping it in the air weakly in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you curse quietly before taking a bite.

It takes you a ridiculously long time to finish off the last chicken wing, and when you drop the bones onto your plate, you are well and truly done.

“Well. Consider me impressed,” Yoonjae says, taking a chair from a nearby table to sit with you both. “You have officially avoided dish duty.”

“What about me, hyung?” Yoongi asks.

“I haven’t decided about you yet.” Yoongi sighs and leans back in his seat. “So. _____, right? What do you do?”

“I’m, uh, I’m a med student. I’m interning at the hospital at the moment,” you reply, reaching for your glass of water.

“Holy shit. You’re a doctor?”

“I’m not a doctor yet.”

“Yet,” Yoonjae repeats, laughing. “Which part of the hospital do you work in?”

“Accident and emergency.”

“Damn. That must be full on.”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

“How’d you score an almost-doctor, you brat?” Yoonjae asks, grinning as he reaches over to punch Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi flinches and groans, rubbing his bicep.

“We work at the same hospital, hyung,” he mumbles, frowning.

“Oh, right! Yeah. Barista. How’s that gig going, by the way?”

“Same as always I guess. I have yet to hear any juicy stories from _____ over here.” You snort, reaching for your glass of water to take a sip. “You’d think working in A&E she’d have a million and one stories to tell me while I make her morning coffee. But, nope. Not a damn one, hyung.”

“What a fucking shame,” Yoonjae sighs, shaking his head. “I’m so disappointed in you, _____.”

“Disappointed enough to put her on dishes with me, hyung?”

“Hey!” you cry out, chuckling a little.

“Nah, I can’t put her on dishes, man. She might have to save your ass one day after you fall off that   goddamn bike of yours. Seriously, Yoongi. When’re you gonna get rid of that thing? I swear to God, mom has a heart attack every time you roll up for lunch on Sunday.”

“That’s like asking me to give away my own child. How dare you, hyung?”

Yoonjae rolls his eyes and stands, putting the chair back to its original table before resting his hand on your shoulder consolingly.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, _____.”

After dinner, Yoongi decides to leave his bike parked at his brother’s restaurant for a little while in favour of walking around the area with you aimlessly, walking down streets and alleyways as conversation bounces from favourite classical composers all the way down to basketball dream teams. Yoongi laughs as you tell him about the time Taehyung broke his arm after falling off his bicycle when he was distracted by your neighbour’s new puppy, and you almost trip over your own foot when you’re busy wiping your eyes after Yoongi tells you about the day he’d almost walked in on his parents have sex, only saved by his brother who’d pulled him away from the door and forced him back into his room.

The both of you eventually end up at a small cafe, wedged in between a karaoke bar and another barbecue restaurant. It’s warm inside, and you’re instantly hit with the smell of freshly ground coffee as soon as you step in, unwrapping the scarf around your neck.

The cashier greets you both as you step up to the counter, giving you both a moment to decide on your orders.

“I’ll have a latte, thank you,” you say, reaching into your bag for your wallet. Yoongi grabs your wrist and stops you, pulling out his money instead, saying, “and I’ll take an Americano.”

“Would you like something to eat? We have a coffee and cake special tonight,” the cashier says. Yoongi lets go of your wrist, and nods his head towards the display cabinet.

“Pick something.”

“Wh— not if you’re paying for me,” you reply, frowning.

“_____, pick something,” he chuckles. You furrow your eyebrows, but you turn eventually, realising there’s no way you’re winning tonight.

“Fine. I’ll have a slice of the strawberry cheesecake then.”

Yoongi nods towards the tables, telling you to take a seat as he finishes ordering everything. You obey, albeit a little reluctantly, taking a seat at a table in the far corner of the cafe, putting your bag down by your feet just as Yoongi joins you.

“You didn’t have to pay for me,” you say, trying not to whine (but probably failing miserably).

“I wanted to though,” he replies, just chuckling. “I was the one that dragged you out tonight.”

“It’s not like you forced me out though. I wanted to come. Better than cup noodles and anime any day.”

“_____. Seriously. It’s fine.” You frown, but lean back in your seat comfortably. “I’ll just pick up an extra shift during the week to make up for what I’ve lost tonight.”

“Yoongi!” you whine; he laughs, clapping his hands once at the expression on your face.

“I’m kidding!” He grins, watching as you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “I’ll only need to pick up half a shift, I think.”

“What made you decide to study medicine?” Yoongi asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“My grandpa, actually,” you say, eating a bite of cheesecake. “I was pretty much raised by my grandparents because my parents were always working. He always dreamed of becoming a doctor.”

“He didn’t get to be one?” You shake your head.

“I’m from a family of lawyers. I think everyone all the way back to my great-great grandparents has been a lawyer. My grandpa used to be a judge before he retired, but he always talked about how much he wished he’d become a doctor instead. My bedtime stories were medical discoveries and all these tales of doctors doing the impossible. He’s so excited that there’s finally gonna be a doctor in the family that he’s paying for my tuition completely.”

“Wow. A family of rich super nerds. I shouldn’t be surprised.” You snort quietly. “And Taehyung? Is he from a family of rich super nerds too?”

“Nah. But Tae’s always known he’s gonna either work with kids or animals. His little brother had his tonsils out when we were in our sophomore year, and he was so inspired by the whole ordeal that he decided to try out for med school with me. And, uh, I guess, here we are.”

“Interesting.”

“How about you?” you ask, bringing your cup closer to your lips. “Have you always dreamed of being a barista?”

“Oh, hell yeah. I’m working my dream job, for sure. I couldn’t have asked for more,” Yoongi replies, grinning, voice dripping with sarcasm that you have to put your coffee back down before you spill it everywhere as you laugh. “Nah, this is just a temporary thing — hopefully.”

“What do you want to be, Yoongi?” you ask, leaning forward, propping your elbow up on the table and resting your chin in your hand.

“I wanna be a producer. Or songwriter. Or both. Any of those options is fine by me. I do a few gigs down at Club Cream in Hongdae here and there with a few of my friends.”

“You sing?!”

“Rap. Like hell you’ll ever catch me singing.”

“Wow. I mean, thinking about it, it actually kinda suits you. But I would’ve never guessed that about you,” you reply, leaning back in your seat.

“Why?” Yoongi asks, eyebrow arched in amusement. “What do I look like I’d be into?”

You narrow your eyes, looking at him with exaggerated curiosity.

“I dunno. Carpentry?” Yoongi snorts — loudly. “You look like you’ve got a carpenter’s hands.”

“That’s a first. Never gotten that one before.”

“Why? What do you usually get?”

“I’ve gotten computer nerd, professional gamer, Seven-Eleven dude… fortune cookie writer…”

“Fortune cookie writer?” you repeat, laughing loudly.

“Yeah, that was Jeongguk,” Yoongi says, shaking his head. “Apparently I seem like the kind of guy that would be good at writing fortunes.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s hear some bomb-ass fortunes then, O Wise One.”

“Hold on.” You watch over your cup of coffee as Yoongi presses his fingers to his temples, shutting his eyes tightly in concentration. “Oh, here’s one. Don’t eat the paper. Also, your lucky numbers are: one, five, sixteen, twenty seven, and thirty. Pretty good, huh?”

“So. Where to now?” Yoongi asks, tugging his jacket back on.

“I dunno,” you say, shrugging. “But I’m down for whatever, because I’m not looking to go home to see Taehyung and Jeongguk doing something I could’ve gone my entire life without seeing.”

“To be fair, they could be doing that at my place too.”

“Well. We’re screwed, I guess.”

“Hold on,” he chuckles, pulling his phone out. You watch as Yoongi taps away, pauses, then taps again, until eventually, he concludes, “they’re at yours, and Jeongguk has no idea when they’ll be ‘finished’. God. Does he have to say it like that?”

“I’d rather work a double shift at A&E than go there,” you say, wincing.

“We can go back to mine if you want. Wait, that… that wasn’t me trying to get you to do, um, something, by the way.” You throw your head back and laugh.

“Sounds good, Yoongi. Surely being a med intern means that if I can revive a man, I also know how to kill him.”

“Sounds fair. Let’s go.”

“Ooh. Okay. Now I see why you call this your first love,” you say, fingers skirting along ivory keys and polished wood. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, wistful. “It took an arm and a leg to get it in here, but I’m never getting rid of it. They can take all my furniture away and force me to sleep on the floor for all I care.” You chuckle quietly. “Jeongguk… Jeongguk told me that Taehyung said you play.”

“I do,” you answer. “Not as often these days though, now that I’m an intern. Mostly at church now, or if we’re having a family lunch at grandpa’s and I need to entertain the younger cousins, you know?”

“Play something.” You look at Yoongi, hesitant; he smiles back in reply.

“Al… alright.” You put your bag down by the sofa, slipping off your scarf, before walking back to the piano, the leather of the chair groaning quietly as you sit down. “Any requests?” Yoongi shrugs.

“Something you like playing,” he suggests.

Poised fingers rest on the ivory keys of the piano as you think for a moment before you start to play anything, the small apartment eventually filling with quiet music, the smooth crooning of Chopin taking over the sounds of the traffic outside. Behind you, Yoongi sits down on the edge of the sofa, watching you play with awe, marvelling at the way you seem so at ease and carefree as you play the piece flawlessly.

The music ends too soon for his liking.

“Wow,” he whispers, lips parted.

“Just a little something,” you reply, shrugging, trying not to blush. “You play something.”

“Oh, I… I don’t know anything classical,” Yoongi says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s okay. Anything’ll do, Yoongi.”

You shuffle down aside to make room for him on the other side of the seat, patting the space next to you. He takes up the offer, though he walks over with cautious steps, clearing his throat.

Yoongi starts to play, filling the room with something a little heavier than Chopin, and you’re taken aback for a moment, just watching the way his fingers move along the keys like water. You don’t know what compels you to bring your hands back up from your lap to start playing with him, making the tune up along as you go, but it’s amazing, beautiful even, that you both find yourselves smiling.

You withdraw your hands, and let Yoongi finish off the song on his own, letting the apartment fall into a comfortable silence.

“Shit,” he eventually says, sighing before he chuckles. “I wish I recorded that.”

#min yoongi #suga #bts #bangtan #bangtan scenarios #barista!au #intern!au #r #anon #☆ whitecoat anon ☆ #i finally finished this hallelujah

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(ADA Week Day 2) Doctor’s Oath

Title : Doctor’s Oath

Summary : As a doctor, Yosano had sworn to follow the Hippocratic Oath. All life is precious; not only the innocent but also the wicked. She is a doctor, not a judge. So she will save this man even if she had to half kill him first.

Character : Yosano Akiko, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.

Prompt : Healing

Warnings : Violence (it’s Akutagawa what do you expect)

Thou Shalt Not Die.

Her ability enabled her to fully heal someone from the brink of death. As a doctor, that kind of ability was really prized and sought after. But despite her rare ability, she still couldn’t defeat Death. Once someone died, she would be unable to bring them back. You can only live once, that was why life was so precious. As a doctor, she had seen many life end. She had seen much blood and tears. She strongly believed that all life was equal and no one was privileged in taking or ridicule other people’s life.

She will save all life that needed help in front of her. Even if that person was a criminal. Even if that person was her enemy.

That determination was also the reason why she was bloody from head to toe, clothes full of holes from black spear that pierced her body before her ability healed her. Her butterfly hairpin long lost and her hair matted with blood and stuck to her face. Still, she gritted her teeth as another torrent of black spikes rose from the ground and pinned her legs. Even under the torrent of pain that strike her, her pink eyes glared at the crouching man five meters apart from her and coughing up blood violently.

“Don’t come closer, woman!” the Port Mafia’s black dog growled threateningly, his eyes crazed from pain as his body slowly losing his strength. Yosano could see the unnatural way his left arm bent, how rapid his breath yet really shallow, his right leg unable to support his body weight, and countless deep gashes on his body that continued dripping blood.

Yosano, along with other agency member, was on a mission to detain a new foreign organization that started brewing trouble in Yokohama. Unfortunately, the Port Mafia’s dogs also sniffed the hideout of the organization as quick as them and send troops to deal with the nuisance. Akutagawa immediately attacked Atsushi the moment their eyes met and all plan went down the drain. The enemy was alerted of their presence and blow up the hideout. Which was located in old underground train track.

After a huge earthquake and land slide, Yosano was separated from everyone else. She wasn’t too worried for Atsushi and Kenji; the two powerhouse could lift up boulders with no sweat and their body were especially tough. She was more worried with Kunikida and Kyouka. Still, Dazai and Ranpo were outside, they would bring rescue team soon enough.

Unfortunately, she was stuck with this rabid dog who wouldn’t let her heal him. Akutagawa was crushed with a boulder when they fell and even after breaking apart the boulder with Rashomon, the damage on his body was apparent.

Yosano swung down her massive cleaver, intent on breaking up the black cloth. To her annoyance, the black cloth resisted her blade and remained pierced on her legs.

Yosano sighed and glared back at the dying man. “I can wait until you are near death and unable to resist when I healed you.” She shrugged, both option didn’t matter for her. “Or you can retain your dignity by letting me heal you now before I can see you in brink of death wheezing pathetically like old dog.”

Akutagawa coughed violently, spitting blood to his trembling hand. “I will kill you…!”

“I am not interested to die with you. Ask Dazai if you seek a suicide partner.” Yosano saw the dying man froze when she mentioned Dazai’s name. He was still too far for her ability range, if only this damn spikes didn’t pin her to the ground like an insect specimen.

Akutagawa’s body started to sway, his blood loss probably had reached critical level. Yosano had to respect the man’s tenacity for not already drop dead with all that wound. “Just let me heal you and I won’t bother you anymore. The mission is probably failed, unless Dazai had a backup plan ready… who am I kidding, that man is probably already on his way to capture the fleeing enemy.”

“Dazai-san…” the dying man surprised Yosano by standing up. His steps wobbled dangerously and blood continue to drip from all of his wounds but he single-mindedly started to walk away from Yosano. The spikes pinning her legs crawled away slowly, following the man’s shadow.

Yosano counted in her mind and she got to fourteen before Akutagawa collapsed. She approached him slowly and carefully, paying attention to the weak tendrils of black cloth that pathetically wrapped around his body like a cast.

Yosano poked him carefully with the blunt side of her cleaver, making sure she poked the least damaged side of him. When the black cloth could only hiss in protest and not attacking her, she flipped his body over and checked the damage. Part of his ribs caved in and most likely pierced his lungs, with how he almost drowned in his own blood. His left arm had become swollen and Yosano could see sharp bones poking out from his right leg. Thankfully, the man was dying enough for her ability to activate.

Black butterflies came out of her body, their wings flapped in the air as they danced around her patient. Each of them landed on his wounds, their phantom like body misted away as they were absorbed in his body. In no time, all of his wounds closed and his cold pale skin warmed up to healthier color. His shallow breathing became gasps as he could once again breathe without feeling like he drowned. Bones knitted together again, leaving no scar nor imperfection. If not for his disheveled and bloody appearance, no one would think that he nearly died.

Yosano rose from her crouch, patting away dirt from her ripped skirt. “There. That wasn’t so hard, see? Go back to doctor Mori.” She turned around, intent on searching her lost comrades. The black dog was already healed; he could find his way back home by himself.

The doctor only managed a few steps away from Akutagawa when black spikes surrounded her and threateningly hovered a few inches away from her. Yosano didn’t move when she heard the owner of those black spikes stood up with shaky feet.

“Why did you save me?” Yosano couldn’t see his face, but she could imagine the confusion on his face. “I am your enemy. I can kill you easily.”

Yosano sighed. Really, were all people in Port Mafia this stupid. “I am a doctor. I have sworn an oath to save all life.”

“Even for enemy?”

“I am a doctor, not a judge.” Yosano turned around and faced him. She met his eyes with no fear but iron resolution. “No matter who it is, an innocent or a criminal, the moment they became my patient I will do everything I can to heal them.”

Akutagawa eyes watched her for a moment before he scoffed. “You and that weretiger, I couldn’t understand both of you.”

Yosano frowned. “Because you only take life. You don’t see how precious they are.”

“The weak must die and pave a way for the strong.” Akutagawa glared at Yosano, his belief in those words unshakeable.

Patient or not, Yosano was tempted to punch the man in front of her. “I can see why Atsushi doesn’t like you.”

“Yosano-sensei!”

Both of their attention averted towards the boy running towards them. Yosano could see the familiar sunny smile and straw hat. “Kenji-kun!”

Kenji stopped when he could see the dire situation, but his smile didn’t diminish the slightest. “We got word from Dazai-san. He said that he already cornered the enemy above the ground! Atsushi-san went ahead to assist him, but we should follow too! Kunikida-san need your help, he got injured from protecting Kyouka-chan.”

Yosano was about to ask Kenji about Kunikida condition, but the man at her back gasped. “Dazai-san!” the doctor eyes only caught a blur of black as the man used his ability to tore apart the roof of the tunnel where they were trapped in and went ahead faster than she could follow.

“Wow, so fast!” Kenji brightly cheered when they could see the holes that went quite far above. “That man is so nice, he left a way out for us too!”

Yosano sighed. She wanted to punch him at least once but he escaped before she could. “Well, let’s go to Kunikida.”

Kenji clapped his hand once. “No need Yosano-sensei, Kunikida-san is fine!”

Yosano blinked. “Huh?”

The sunny boy explained with innocent smile. “Dazai-san told me that I should say that to you and Akutagawa-san. If Akutagawa-san heard that Atsushi is going to help him, he would open up a way for us to escape quickly! Dazai-san already captured the enemy and the others also on the way back to surface, we are the last one here.”

Kenji’s words sank in as her brain realized the trickery. She couldn’t help it and laughed. Kenji blinked at her confusedly.

Yosano brushed away her hair and smiled wickedly. “Well, well. It seems like I owe Dazai a bottle of sake later.”

#bungou stray dogs #adaweek #yosano akiko #akutagawa ryunosuke #miyazawa kenji #warning: violence #day 2 #i don't even know #it spiraled out of control quickly #but I wanted to see these two interact #I am still struggling to understand akutagawa #forgive me if anyone is ooc

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Reality vs. Fiction

I haven’t really had time to work on this little project lately, so here’s a little sidenote to chew on.  As you know, Chang Ge Xing is a work of historical fiction; Changge, Ashina Sun, Mujin, Qin, Gongsun Heng, and many other characters in the story are simply figments of Xia Da’s imagination.  There are, however, many real figures as well.  Many of them don’t appear until much later in the story (in comparison to what I’ve covered so far), but I thought it would be fitting to point out reality from fiction and provide a little biographical information about each of the real characters.  

Li Shimin, Li Jiancheng, and Li Yuan were all real people; I wrote about them in the Xuanwu Gate Incident.  Li Yuan was a Sui Dynasty general who rebelled, the first Tang emperor, and father of Li Shimin and Li Jiancheng.  Li Shimin was famous for his military conquests, and really did kill his brother and ascend to the throne, sparing many of his brothers’ advisors to work in his new court while he served as Emperor Taizong.  Changge’s mother almost certainly did not exist; the easiest way that I can explain this is that non-Han Chinese ethnic groups typically did not marry into the imperial family.  Li Shimin was, however, enamoured of his real beloved wife, Empress Zhangsun, and mourned her greatly after her passing.  Li Jiancheng’s real wife is of little historical importance today.

Luo Yi, Li Jing, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Yuchi Gong all served the Tang imperial court.  Luo Yi was a Sui Dynasty general who helped Li Yuan establish the Tang Dynasty.  As a reward for his loyalty, he was bestowed with the royal surname and thusly became Li Yi, Prince of Yan.  Luo Yi supported Li Jiancheng and grew fearful when Li Shimin usurped the throne; he raised a rebellion against Li Shimin (by then Emperor Taizong) and was crushed, and the new emperor stripped him of his title and the surname “Li.”  Li Jing was a famous Tang general who defeated the Turks.  His wife may have been Zhang Chuchen, a folk hero also known as “Hong Fu Nü” (“The Lady with the Red Sleeves”) who may or may not existed, but is regarded as having taken part in the rebellion against Sui.  Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui were the most trusted court and military advisors of Emperor Taizong, and he greatly mourned them when they died.  Yuchi Gong was a Tang general who is worshipped as a door god in Chinese folk religion today.  Shiba was not a real person, as the legendary heroes of the 18 Warriors of Sui-Tang Period that she was a part of were fictitious, but most were based off of actual people who existed at the time.  Sun Simiao was a famous Chinese medicine doctor that lived during the Sui and Tang dynasties whose “Hippocratic Oath”, thorough care, and effective remedies immortalized him as the “King of Medicine.”

Xieli/Illig Qaghan (Ashina Duobi), Ashina Jieshe’er/Jiesheshuai, and Princess Yicheng lived in the Eastern Turkic Khaganate.  Illig Qaghan was the final qaghan of the Eastern Turkic Khaganate.  He was defeated when he tried to take horses from vassal tribes after a freak storm killed much of his livestock; the tribes united, and with help from Tang, successfully rebelled.  Tang took advantage of this weakened state to fully conquer the Eastern Turks, absorbing their land into its empire.  Illig Qaghan was spared by Emperor Taizong and offered military positions at the frontiers, but he declined them.  Ashina Jiesheshuai was Illig Qaghan’s nephew; after the fall of the khaganate, he was spared and created a Tang general, but was killed when he attempted to assassinate the emperor.  Princess Yicheng was a Sui princess who was given to the Turks as part of the heqin policy.  She married four times to her first husband’s male relatives in accordance to the Turkic custom of levirate marriage, sometimes betraying her husbands in favor of helping Sui.  She was killed by Li Jing.  Jin Se most likely didn’t exist, but it would not have been surprising for Princess Yicheng to take Han servants with her to the grasslands when she was married off.

Pusa, Yi’nan, and Mohui were all leaders of their tribes.  Pusa was the son of Tejian Irkin and Wu Luohun, but was exiled by his father for unknown reasons.  When Tejian died, the Uyghur voted for Pusa to become their new leader, and he returned to take up his post.  After becoming irkin, Pusa claimed the title of elteber as a gesture of defiance against the Turks.  He was later assassinated by his subordinate Tumidu.  Yi’nan was the Irkin of Xueyantuo, and was later favored by Emperor Taizong and created Zhenzhu Khan.  Both spearheaded the rebellion against the Turks.  Mohui was the leader of the Dahe Khitan clan in 627, which also participated in the revolt.

I have a lot to say about names and historical information.  Here we go...

1. Some sources say that Li Shimin had his brothers’ entire families killed off, whereas other mention that it was only the sons.  So maybe Chang Ge’s existence shouldn’t be completely dismissed as a totally improbable idea; even though she was made up by Xia Da, if only the sons of Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji were killed, there still might be the slightest possibility of a princess having fled the palace (basically Anastasia the movie, but then again, it came out before the Grand Duchess’s remains were found).

2. I know that I’m using translations that differ from the scanalations (ie. the whole gunpowder versus nitrate compound translation), and I’m trying my best to look into the accuracy of the names.  For example, Gongsun Heng is more often referred to as “Governor,” but I’m not so sure, as Shuozhou is a city (despite the translations calling it Shuo Province).  Maybe Xia Da is making up a new province, but I think she’s referring to the city in northeastern China.  Additionally, the scanalations name Pusa’s father as “Shijian” and I know that sometimes when two words are put together, the pronunciation changes (ie. Yuchi as a surname instead of being pronounced “Weichi”), but I’m fairly certain that his name should be “Tejian.”  Also, I think it’s Xieli Khan, as opposed to Jieli Khan.  I also don’t know why Xia Da uses the name “Ashina She’er” when his name was Ashina Jieshe’er or Jiesheshuai...maybe she just thought it was too long?

3. I’m having a lot of trouble with finding factual information on pre-dynastic Khitan; English websites are quite scarce and aren’t very helpful, and I read Chinese very slowly.  My best guess about Khitan’s role in the story, based on one measly, uncited line from Wikipedia, is that Sun is going to somehow convince his clan to participate in the ongoing revolt, and that his little cousin will take the reins of leadership.

Sorry for all the word vomit, but here’s one last note: I recently finished reading The Secret History of the Mongol Queens by Jack Weatherford, and it was fantastic!  I know that CGX isn’t about the Mongols, but the Turks and the Turkic tribes played a big role in the development of steppe politics in the time of Genghis Khan and his descendants.  Something really neat that I learned is that bridges-you-cross’s speculation about khan-naming was right!  One example is that of Manduhai Khatun naming her future husband Batu Mongke “Dayan Khan”, which means “United Khan” or “Whole Khan”, reflective of their shared goal of reuniting all the Mongols under one rule.  According to Weatherford, Dayan Khan’s title had another equally important meaning to the Chinese—“Dayan” in Chinese is pronounced in such a manner that it would imply that Batu Mongke still claimed the throne of the Yuan Dynasty, which ended before his Ming Dynasty contemporaries overthrew the Mongol grasp on the Chinese imperial seat.  

#choukakou #chang ge xing #reality vs fiction #an historical analysis of chang ge xing #xia da #manhua #song of the long march

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TVB Anniversary Awards 2019

Best Actor

Who I believe should win:

Yau Bin Ko (Bingo) from The Defected portrayed by Philip Keung

If TVB chooses not to rig the awards, then Philip should be the winner. His performance was heart stopping. We felt his characters pain when he was forced to runaway due to the betrayal of his handler. We felt his sadness when he couldn’t clear his name. We felt his finality when he accepted he would not be able to get out unscathed. He is the very definition of a tragic hero. Everything he did was because he wanted the world to be a safer place. But alas he died while everyone still thought he was a good cop turned bad. I believe only a handful of people knew the truth, of what a good cop he truly was. It was a rollercoaster of emotions with his performance of a lifetime. Even now I’m still affected by this character. He was definitely the best actor out of everyone this year.

Who won:

Tong Ming from Big White Duel portrayed by Kenneth Ma

His win was a long time coming. He should’ve won back then for The Hippocratic Crush & The Exorcist Meter but alas he got snubbed cause TVB wanted to promote someone else. He definitely deserved a Best Actor a win, but unfortunately he shouldn’t have won for this year. Best Actor is supposed to be given to someone who had the greatest acting of the year and that was not Kenneth. Tong Ming was a one dimensional character, nothing special & did not require major acting skills compared to Philip Keungs portrayal of Bingo. So it’s a bit hard for me to think about it. Kenneth has always been a solid actor but Philip should’ve won this year. It’s also so disrespectful of TVB to not even have Philip enter the top 5 for Best Actor. And it was awful that he walked away with nothing. I’m happy that Kenneth finally won this award but I hate how he had to win this way - no competition, “pity award” for 15 nominations with no wins, and only won cause Philip wasn’t a contracted artiste.

Best Actress

Who I believe should win:

Alex Cheung/ Coco from Barrack O’Karma portrayed by Selena Lee

The drama itself was amazing. But Selena’s performance was eye catching. She plays friendly Alex at the present while playing sultry Coco in the past. Two very different distinct characters that she managed to pull off. She even added her own personal touch by purposely making her voice deeper when playing Coco. I applaud her for her crying scenes and I really felt her fear and sadness when she started to fade away. Selena has always been an excellent actress but was always given lacklustre roles of being in the background while her male costars took the lead. This is her first drama since 2015, where she is finally given a role that’s not male driven & guess what she shined as bright as ever.

Who won:

Man Hei Wah from The Defected portrayed by Kara Wai

She falls under the same line as Kenneth Ma. Definitely serving of the award - just not for this year. In The Defected her portrayal was just bad to me. I just remember her screaming & smirking a lot. Which is odd since her acting has always been phenomenal but here she was annoying. You could say “she’s supposed to be evil” that’s why you’re annoyed. But that’s not it. She was just annoying. Maggie Yu from Wonder Woman was also a villain but I wasn’t annoyed I just thought “wow she’s really evil & I hate her”. Man Hei Wa was a character I didn’t hate for being a villain but hated her cause of her annoying smirks that comes out of nowhere. It’s not bad that she won cause TVB has always treated her poorly & her acting has always been good just not in this drama.

Who I believe should win:

Best Supporting Actor

Lam Lo Si from Barrack O’Karma portrayed by Lau Kong

A solid green leaf actor. He did a great job with this character. He played the mysterious bookshop owner but with a side of creepiness factor. He was part of the reason I kept watching, cause it was interesting to see his backstory unravel! And when it got exposed he’s half the reason why Coco passed away, you can see the fear in his eyes of regret & that he himself was scared of his own self. He’s has been with TVB for the longest time... I believe he’s due for an award now.

Who won:

Kam Sing On from Lo and Behold portrayed by Chow Ka Lok

Hmmm. Mixed feeling about this. For one, he’s a newcomer. For two, this was his first and only drama. It would’ve made more sense for him to win under Most Improved. With all the older veterans waiting in line to win an award, it certainly leaves a bad taste that such a younger green actor won instead. He was definitely humble on stage accepting the award but did he deserve it? Ka Lok winning definitely means TVB has intentions to promote him as the next siu sang.

Best Supporting Actress

Who I believe should win:

Yan Cheng Gong from Wonder Woman portrayed by Maggie Yu

Wow. Wow. It’s been suuuuper long since we watched a villain we hated so much. She was a huge standout in the series. Maggie flew under everyone’s radar and I’m pretty sure everyone (including me) did not see that coming. She was such a conniving character but at the same time, interesting cause you can’t help but think what is she gonna do next? She’s not gonna just let everything go. Maggie’s performance was amazing, last drama I watched her was Daddy Cool. And in that drama she was a sweet stepmother so to see her be comepletely different in this was refreshing! Huge improvement with her Cantonese as well. I hope TVB treats her well cause I wouldn’t mind seeing her more!

Who won:

Ho Tai from Barrack O’Karma portrayed by Candice Chiu

This was a shocker. I didn’t think Maggie Yu would win (cause ya know TVB politics). But I definitely didn’t see Candice winning. I thought if anything it would be Samantha Ko, since she was highly praised & TVB is promoting her. But this was a wonderful surprise. Candice also did an amazing job playing the baby snatcher crazy woman in the drama! I thought she was super good but didn’t think too much of it cause her winning just didn’t seem at all possible. She always played small roles & TVB honestly never gave an eff about her. Maggie for sure had the better performance. But even though Maggie couldn’t win, I’m glad it was Candice who got it instead!

Who I believe should win:

Most improved Actress

Gloria Tang

If you look back on her old dramas, my goodness she was horrible. Overreacting and stiff. I didn’t see her potentially getting better (due to a lot of past Miss HK that always sucked in acting) but she proved me wrong. Year by year she gradually improves. Thoroughly impressed by her and I really like how humble she is. Even getting a nomination is a huge thing for her & she understands that she still has a lot to earn. Out of everyone on this most improved nomination list, she definitely beats everyone.

Who won:

Kelly Cheung

Not even kidding. I saw this coming. TVB is heavily promoting her she’s in a lot of upcoming dramas as leads or a major role. I just wasn’t sure if she’d for this award or Best Supporting. Gloria had the best improvement out of everyone. But just cause you improved doesn’t mean you get the award. This award has always been rigged & almost never given to someone who actually “improved”. But nonetheless, Kelly is a fine actress. She’s actually really good. She’s not cringy to watch and I enjoy watching her. Don’t mind seeing her on the screen especially since she’s on her way to becoming the next fadan.

I skipped some awards cause I have no opinions on those. Obviously my opinion list is more like a “fantasy” list. I don’t see TVB giving the 2 top awards of BA to 2 “outsiders”. Sometimes, no matter how popular a character is if TVB chooses not to promote them - then they aren’t getting an award. It happened with Joyce Tang in House of Spirits (she literally walked away with nothing). The awards are always rigged, so I don’t have high hopes that this year would have fair results. But nonetheless, I feel that the people on this list are the true winners.

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Seen/Almost finished watch and need to Upload or rethink:

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Empress Ki

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vuong dich nu nhan

a clear midsummer (yang mi & )

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manga:

gu fang bu zi

hua hua yaoi

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Need to Look at closely:

-ruyi

-Medical Top Team

-Hippocratic Crush 2, On call 36

-Yok Lai Mek

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Need to See:

-Secret

-The Purple Hairpin

-Justice my foot

-passionate love (seohyun)

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Surgical Instruments from Ancient Rome

6notice: All pics in the exhibit are the assets of historic Collections & services of the fitness Sciences Library, college of Virginia. Please contact a member of historical Collections for permission to breed in any fashion snap shots from the showcase or to make feedback or recommendations.

Advent

The eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 CE buried the Roman towns of Pompeii and Herculaneum underneath toes of ash and pumice. objects beneath the volcanic material had been determined to be properly preserved once they had been excavated centuries later. a number of the artifacts recovered had been surgical devices from a couple of web sites, the fine recognized being Pompeii’s residence of the general practitioner, so named because of the character of the gadgets recovered there. In 1947, reproductions of these contraptions have been offered to the Claude Moore fitness Sciences Library by the university of Virginia’s 8th Evacuation clinic  after its provider in Italy at some stage in world conflict II. the gathering is one of the first-class surviving examples of the equipment at a surgeon’s disposal inside the first century CE. considering the fact that there has been exceptionally little innovation in surgical procedure and surgical gear from the time of Hippocrates (fifth century BCE) and Galen (second century CE), this series is usual of surgical practice for nearly a millennium and illuminates the practice of medication in historic Rome. In fact, the technology of a few gear, consisting of the vaginal speculum, did now not alternate notably till the twentieth century.

the subsequent display affords images and summaries of the regarded makes use of of every instrument. The extant comments of clinical writers from antiquity–including Oribasius, Galen, Soranus, Aetius, and the Hippocratic corpus–have provided students with some clues about the use of some devices. a few contraptions, together with blending gadgets and tweezers, likely had different family uses, along with the application of cosmetics and paints.

Latin: speculum magum matrices

one of the most magnificent, if fearsome looking, Roman clinical units is the vaginal dilator or speculum (dioptra). It contains a priapiscus with 2 (or now and again three or 4) dovetailing valves which can be opened and closed by a take care of with a screw mechanism, an association that turned into nonetheless to be discovered inside the specula of 18th-century Europe. Soranus is the primary creator who makes mention of the speculum especially made for the vagina. Graeco-Roman writers on gynecology and obstetrics frequently propose its use inside the prognosis and treatment of vaginal and uterine disorders, yet it is one of the rarest surviving clinical units. Specula are large and without difficulty recognizable and ought to not have suffered the same degree of destruction as skinny devices, consisting of probes, scalpels and needles. As a source of bronze, however, they will were greater problem to recycling than the smaller gadgets.

Rectal Speculum

The earliest point out of the rectal speculum is to be found within the treatise on fistula through Hippocrates (iii.331): “…laying the affected person on his lower back and examining the ulcerated a part of the bowel via the rectal speculum …”

Bone Levers

7From what Galen says, those units had been used for levering fractured bones into position and can were used for levering out tooth.

Bone Forceps

Soranus (lxiv) says that in case of impaction of the foetal cranium, the top may be opened with a pointy tool and the pieces of the cranium removed with bone forceps. Paul Aigenita (VI.xc) says that in a depressed fracture of the skull “fractured bone is to be removed in fragments, with the hands if viable, if now not, with a bone forceps.”

Cupping Vessels for Bloodletting

the larger cupping vesssel would were used for large regions on the frame, which includes the back or thighs. The smaller vessel would have been applied to the fingers.

Tubes to save you Contractions & Adhesions

After operations on the nose, rectum, vagina, and so on., it turned into regular to insert a tube of lead or bronze to prevent contraction or adhesion and additionally to bring medicaments.

Tile Cautery

The cautery turned into hired to an nearly brilliant quantity in historic times, and surgeons expended a good deal ingenuity in devising different kinds of this device. The cautery turned into employed for almost each feasible reason: as a ‘counter-irritant’, as a haemostatic, as a cold knife, as a way of destroying tumours, and many others.

transportable Probe Case

This undeniable cylindrical case was used to shop and defend the skinny probes and curettes utilized by physicians. Hippocrates mentions a transportable equipment case to be used on housecalls.

Obstetrical Hooks/Sharp Hooks

Hooks, blunt and sharp, are frequently noted in each Greek and Latin literature, and served the same feasible functions we use them for: the blunt for dissecting and raising blood-vessels just like the contemporary aneurism needle; the sharp for seizing and elevating small pieces of tissue for excision and for solving and retracting the edges of wounds. In dissection, among the manipulations which we carry out with the dissecting forceps were performed via the ancients with sharp hooks.

Epilation Forceps

through some distance the most important quantity of forceps of this type aren't surgical contraptions, however family implements. Many have been used for epilation (hair elimination) or by artists.

Uvula Forceps

In Aetius (II.iv.2), there's an exciting description of the amputation of the uvula by way of first crushing it in a forceps on the way to save you haemorrhage and then slicing it off. Hippocrates (I.63) mentions the uvula crusher as one of the gadgets essential for the outfit of the doctor.

Surgical Scissors

The surgical writer Oribasius treats the slicing of hair as a everyday medical manner in a special chapter of his work. Celsus additionally often refers to cutting the hair as a healing measure. probably the ancients observed issue in placing an facet sufficiently clean for surgical functions on their shears. we've few references to the usage of the shears for cutting tissues.

Spatula Probes

almost every scientific author mentions the spathomele. It consists of an extended shaft with an olivary point at one give up and a spatula at the opposite. It become a pharmaceutical as opposed to a strictly surgical device. The olive stop turned into used for stirring medicaments, the spatula for spreading them on the affected element. The spathomele became utilized by painters for preparing and mixing their shades. The very big numbers in which they're observed would suggest that their use turned into now not confined to scientific guys.

The scope of the cyathiscomele in clinical artwork is certainly, just like the flat spathomele, to behave from time to time as a sound, however in particular to combine, measure and observe medicaments. a few are adapted to be used as curettes. The large numbers in which this device happens might itself indicate that it changed into used for lay in addition to clinical purposes.

[another-beautiful-disasterrr]

Have you ever asked yourself what real happiness is? Some stay real happiness doesn't mean being ecstatic every minute. It means even though you've been through painful moments, they have made your life meaningful. They have enriched your life. This is real happiness.

Fan Chi Yu, The Hippocratic Crush 2 (On Call 36 2)

#drama quotes #the hippocratic crush 2 #on call 36:2 quotes

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Onion | Cher-cher

Fanmade MV

續集 - 容祖兒

#eliza sam #him law #The Hippocratic Crush 2 #Hippocratic Crush #On Call 36 Hours #on call 36 2 #tvb #tvb drama #mv

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Benjamin & Mei Suet--Where it all started and where it will continue.

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Such a sweet and sad story.. 好感伤): "當你知道，你有一個expiry date，你會為自己倒數? 還是會趁自己有能力和時間活得更精彩?" Just can't bear to watch the final episode..

#On Call 36小時 II #The Hippocratic Crush 2 #On Call 36小時 2 #The Hippocratic Crush II #Onion and Cheche #外面的世界 #Eliza Sam #Him Law #车车和洋葱