#until we actually need to go to the clinic or hospital

[sleep-nurse]

I hope you're able to get out of your situation soon and find a community of people who will care about you and take your pain seriously/gen

thank you 😭😭 literally the only people who care about my wellbeing is legit just you guys it's insane

#asks #kinda insane how friends on the internet care about me way more than my entire family #who knows me for the entire time i was born #and my entire family i do mean it literally nobody gives a shit #maybe my dad sometimes but rarely #it's just that unfortunately there's also sibling preference and my brother is the golden child of the family #and i always get stepped down and every single pain i feel is ''nothing'' #until we actually need to go to the clinic or hospital

[enavstars]

This is Ninazu Rashid or Dr. Rashid, my only ninjago oc besides Cyra. He is a doctor in Ignacia that befriended Kai and Nya and cares a lot about them.

Basically I wanted to make a kind and patient adult oc because Kai and Nya need one (badly) and there are barely any nice adults in the show (not including Ed and Edna, we respect them :>).

Details:

(Cw: mentions of homophobia and ped0philia)

Dr. Rashid is the doctor of a small clinic in Ignacia who also runs the pharmacy. He met the siblings when Kai got badly sick and they called him out for help. Even when Kai got better, Rashid couldn’t keep the situation they were living in off his mind, so he would usually go to check on Kai's health... and also take care of them a bit, in whatever little way he could.

Nya used to go by the clinic after school because Rashid would usually give her drinks and snacks (she loved the hot choco in winter) and he tried, with little success, to make Nya convince Kai to come so he could eat something too.

One time, Nya got sick and Kai went under the rain to his door to ask dr. Rashid for help; of course, he went with him and gave the necessary medicine to Nya. Since they couldn’t afford it, though, Kai asked to work at the pharmacy to help Rashid as compensation, and after a lot of insinsting, the doctor finally gave in and let him. But they ended up bonding during that time, and Rashid did defend Kai even when he started stealing, but he also made him understand that he should only do so when absolutely necessary.

However, as he's gay, when the conservative village found out a bunch of nasty rumors started to spread, most of them about his sexuality and his relationship with Kai and Nya (ped0philia). Rashid tried to endure the comments but it was starting to affect his job with people simply not going to the clinic because of it. So, sadly, he had to leave to Ninjago City, unintentionally leaving Kai and Nya with even more abandonment issues and not a single safe person in the village.

In the present he spent many years trying to be Kai and Nya's general doctor for whenever they get hurt in missions (even going out of his way to study more so he could help them), until finally he made it (I know nothing of how hospital works so this may be wrong). The siblings were confused and angry at him at first, until he explained the reasons why he left and they calmed down.

Dr. Rashid then proceeded to ask what he could do to make them feel better from then on, and actually listened to them and treated them like grown people (looking at you Ray and Maya :))). Kai and Nya then forgave him and are really good friends with him now.

More stuff:

He got married and is sad and frustrated that he couldn't invite the siblings to the wedding.

He is really respected in the hospital for being the only doctor who Kai and Nya listen to and how "docile" they are with him.

Kai and Nya sometimes visit him for dinner.

He is also very kind to the other ninja and understands how hard they work for Ninjago. He is specially kind to Lloyd for that and for being Kai and Nya's younger brother.

#the duality of my ocs with Kai #one wants to take care of him and it’s literally the kindest person #and the other wants to make him go through hell #art #ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago kai #kai smith #ninjago nya #nya smith #rgb siblings

[kimbapisnotsushi]

ojiro aran headcanons bc @luminouschaotic asked me if i had thoughts (which was. a while back) but i'm out of town for two weeks in a couple days and won't be on much so i wanted to get this done before then so LET'S GO!!

aran has like spidey-sense Chaos Instincts™️ honed by years of taking care of the miyas so much so that on his first day at inarizaki he feels a tingle down his spine and turns around just in time to catch akagi michinari falling out of a tree

aran, being the kind soul that he is, goes over to help. because if there's anything the miyas have taught him it's that if you don't intervene early on there WILL be even more severe consequences down the line than if you'd just helped them in the first place

it basically goes "hi i'm ojiro what do you need me to do and how much plausible deniability can i get from this"

don't worry akagi had just been get a paper airplane bc he might be a little shit but he's a little shit with morals who cares about the environment

he didn't get the airplane the branch broke before he could

akagi tells aran that he's going to try one more time and asks aran to stand under the tree so that aran can catch him if he falls again and aran's dreading the day akagi and the twins will finally meet

i actually think it WOULD be funny if kita and akagi had been childhood friends or something previously bc a) SOMEONE had to have been akagi's handle before high school and b) it just makes sense in my head

also i think a fundamental aspect of the shiratorizawa and inarizaki rivalry that we're overlooking is reon and aran bonding

like. they get it. they know what it's like. loving a place that does not always loves you back. having a home that does not always feel like a home. it can be hard, sometimes. but if there's one thing they agree on it's that their teams ALWAYS have their backs

(lev and liam my lovelies i have NOT forgotten about you)

also this just makes the whole "aran's irrational fear is tendou satori" a thousand times funnier

since it's established that aran references older pieces of media i like to think that means he sits down with like idk his grandparents probably and they watch all kinds of things together

sometimes the only other people who get aran's references are people who ALSO sit down and watch things with their grandparents (kuroo, kageyama, kita. . . )

the haikyuu club of good grandchildren . . .

anyways so that's how kita and aran become friends!!

oh my god . . . do you guys think his sister had those small kid puppy crushes on any of his friends . . . .

my vote is akagi or the miyas do you know how funny that would be

i think a bit that akagi does with aran is saying "oh my god this is just like [insert fictional media here]" when something (usually an Event™️ involving the miyas) happens and aran going "STOP SAYING THIS IS JUST LIKE [??] AND HELP ME"

when the third years graduate aran gives gin a gift and tells him not to open it until he gets home

when gin does open it he finds a booklet titled "how to survive the miyas: a comprehensive guide by ojiro aran" and it's at least a hundred pages long

the first page is an emergency contact list with the numbers of the miyas' parents, aran's parents, and every hospital/clinic within a fifteen-mile radius

definitely prefers a real newspaper to a digital one

i think the whole of the inarizaki third years are tech-averse tbh if you took them to one of those restaurants with the little robot servers with screens for faces they'd slow blink at it like really confused cats

this sucks especially for suna bc every time he gives his phone to one of them when he wants pictures of himself with someone or something they always come out blurry or too much exposure or some shit

i think aran and oomimi go hiking with each other on the weekends and are always pestering everyone else to go with them

they win when they promise everyone, yes, we can go out for brunch and boba after

(do the twins fall into a stream while trying to cross it? yes. did they still go to brunch afterwards, sopping wet? also yes. aran doesn't think he's ever laughed harder in his life.)

#as always hope y'all had fun!! #ojiro aran #akagi michinari #kita shinsuke #oomimi ren #miya osamu #miya atsumu #ginjima hitoshi #suna rintarou #honorable mention to: #ohira reon #AND #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

[exhuastedpigeon]

November 24 - Dec 1

Welcome to my second weekly Buddie fic rec list! Here are the fics I read or reread this week that I liked the most! The lists are tagged as ‘Han’s Buddie Recs’ and 'Han's Weekly Fic Recs'

Newly Read

Batting a Buck & Change by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars Teen || 15.5k Eddie and Chim embark on a “Dad’s night out” to watch baseball at a sports bar, and after a few too many, Eddie accidentally lets his feelings for Buck slip.

It’s Not the Roaring Dream, It’s the Silent Lightning by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi Mature || 15.2k (or the one where Buck is married to Eddie in a coma dream and he doesn’t want to let the dream go.)

wanting was enough (for me, it was enough) by bigfootsmom/@bigfootsmom Explicit || 13.2k Eddie is back at work and everything is going great. Except he's in love with his best friend and can't have him, so things actually aren't all that great.

He's made it this far with wanting but never having Buck, so he'll be fine.

But when the offer to have a threesome with said best friend arises, Eddie can't not take it, right?

What could go wrong?

Eddie/Buck/Lucy threesome with so many Buddie feelings

the next best thing by wikiangela /@wikiangela Explicit || 9k Buck accidentally sends a nude and a spicy text to Eddie - things escalate from there.

S P I C Y !!!!

Out of Order, Still In Line by callmeewbie /@callmenewbie Explicit || 6.2k When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

SPICY!!

i come with a softer answer by hattalove/@hattalove Teen || 5.7k in which there is a frog, and a fair, and an eddie who allows himself to accept what he deserves.

coax the cold right out of me by oklahoma/@malewifediazTeen || 2.6k “You know,” Eddie begins, running his fingers through Buck’s damp, frizzy curls, “when I booked this cabin for the weekend, I had plans for us to fuck real nasty by the fire.”

Buck laughs—an ugly, congested noise that sounds like it hurts when it gets caught in his chest—and tips his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze in the low light of the blazing fire. His big blue eyes are puffy and his cheeks are red, hot by the fire and chapped by the wind; he looks like a kid, almost, sitting on the floor and wrapped tight in a large, black fleece blanket with nothing beneath except a pair of boxers and fuzzy socks.

“Well,” Buck croaks, “we’re still by the fire, at least.”

let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest) by thewolvesof1998/@thewolvesof1998 Gen || 1.9k What starts out as a normal 118 gathering ends with Buck sitting on Eddie's lap.

This fic is so soft, it feels like falling asleep in Eddie Diaz’s lap.

stay here honey (i don't wanna share) by HungryHungryHippo/@hippolotamus Explicit || 1.8k || Lutalia OR Natalia helps soothe Lucy after a rough shift

This fic is so hot I needed time to cool off after reading it. 

In my defence I was left unsupervised by Spotsandsocks/@spotsandsocks Mature || 1.3k Buck gets bored and decides on a new look.

Can we just say the rest with no sound by devirnis/@devirnis Gen || 1.3k It’s late by the time Eddie finally pulls up in front of his house. In the passenger seat beside him, Buck is still staring blankly out the window, showing no indication that he’s aware they’ve arrived at their destination.

He’s been like this since they left the hospital. Quiet, still. Despondent.

Rereads

let’s hear it for the boy by hattalove/@hattalove Teen || 56.2k in which eddie attends a self-empowerment group for gbtq men to supplement his therapy, and is empowered to: forgive himself, say "i'm gay" to his own reflection in the mirror, accidentally adopt an adult, make fried rice, and tell his straight best friend that he's in love with him. not necessarily in that order.

This fic is so special to me. It has one of my favourite lines from a fic of all time - “you don’t realize what the world is doing to you until long after it’s already done”. 

in the night we trust by glorious_spoon/@glorious-spoon Explicit || 29.2k Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.

The Scroll of Saint Barnabas by Amiril/@runawaymarbles Mature || 15k The day of the shooting, Eddie got stuck in a time loop. But that was three months ago. He's completely fine now.

One of the most unique time loop fics I’ve read. What happens once you’re out of a time loop? How do you move forward?

WIPs

The Lost and The Found by Spotsandsocks/@spotsandsocks Mature || 28.3k || 3/10 chapters posted

Eddie Diaz was born a shifter, of the wolf variety, and he loves his life. Visiting his Abuela one summer he meets a new friend but not long after that everything in his life gets turned around and hard choices have to be made. Eddie faces his responsibilities and does what he has to do.

Shifter AU, my beloved! As of adding to my rec list, three chapters have been posted! Be sure to follow Spots so you can read snippets when she shares them!

#Han’s Buddie Recs #Han's Weekly Fic Recs #buddie #buddie fic recs #buddie 911 #buddie recs #fic recs #rec list #buddie rec list

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Bloodlust 🔞 3

In which your new job comes with a lot of new surprises as well.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, human!Reader, strangers/Enemies to lovers, jk kind of a dick at first sorry, sexual tension, corruption kink, size & strength kink, blood drinking, biting, more TBA in future chapters

Additional Chapter Warnings: horny thoughts, mc needs to get laid, blood and hospitals I guess

Chapter length: long

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"I wanted to ask if I got approved yet?" You ask, the lady behind the counter typing away as you give her your ID card. She seems to look through several files, clicking the mouse, while you shift from one foot to the next in nervousness.

"We've been planning on sending your acceptation letter out today actually. Would you like to take it with you right now?" She asks, and you nod, a huge weight falling off of your shoulders. The whole application for a Donor-spot was last minute, really- the one-thousand dollars worth of welcome bonus offered by the system more than worth it for you. You don't have problems with vampires at all, and with your old job falling apart and leaving you behind in rent, you had been desperate to find new work. "Great. If you're clear for today actually, we'd have a free spot for your instructional session right away? I just had to move some appointments, and one got free just now." She asks, looking at you.

"Oh- I, yeah." You say, and she grins, her white smile and the infamous canine teeth a clear sign of her own vampirism.

"Awesome! Please sit down for now, you'll be called into a room number right away." She nods, and you comply, sitting down in the waiting area. It's not really long until the faint music in the background stops, your name being called into a room number just how the nurse had told you. "Alright darling, you'll just get comfortable on here, and I'll be right back. Are you comfortable with a male recipient?" She asks, and you nod- trusting that any client she's going to bring in will be behaved in the safety of the clinic. "Alright, great! Don't worry, he looks all scary but he's a sweetheart." She giggles, before she leaves the room for you to get ready.

You've done this before- which is why they ultimately chose you quite quickly in comparison to others these days. There's a rise in Donors especially after the welcome bonus had been started to give out by the clinic itself- and you're more than glad to have found a spot shortly before the application form had been taken down, no more donors being accepted into the program any longer. The goal of the clinic is to make blood donations safer in a more controlled environment- trained staff making sure that whoever joins in, be it donor or recipient, is clean and without bad intentions.

You shed your sweater to give better access to your arm later, neatly folding it on your lap as you settle, trying to swallow down your nervousness about the whole ordeal as you lean into the admittedly comfortable chair, your legs a little elevated from the ground. You wonder what type of snacks you'll get after this appointment. Do they have orange juice here, too?

"Alright, here we go! You can just sit right there, thank you." The nurse says as she leads someone in- and you completely blend out when the friendly woman introduces his name to you, and yours to him as he sits down, his eyes focused on you completely.

So THAT'S the 'sweetheart' she's been talking about?

"okay. I'll show you both the process today, as stated in the forms you've received. After that, we will send you a list of potential future partners based on your resume and our records, and you're given a timeframe of two weeks to make a decision. You can send in the partners you're interested via E-mail, or regular letter-" She explains, and you're barely listening. While Jungkook himself calmly nods to her explanations, you yourself can't help but be distracted by the swirling ink underneath his skin on his arms, tattoos a lot more visible today as he's only wearing a simple black T-Shirt. If he notices you staring, he doesn't mention it- and you kind of hope he would, because you're really gonna be confused with the whole process later from not listening to her.

"Okay, we're ready to go then!" She offers happily, clearly both used to the ordeal, and also clearly attempting to make you both feel less awkward. If only she knew.

His hands are cold when he holds onto your wrist, fingers moving to turn your lower arm over as he follows the words of the nurse next to him, who explains something about not wanting to bite specific areas to avoid lasting injuries and other things you can't seem to quite understand fully. Then again, you're not the vampire- you're the meal, and she's basically telling him how to eat you properly.

Wow, way to phrase that in your head, you think, as you adjust your position a little in the chair.

"Now, don't be nervous, sweetheart." She gently says. "I'll be right here the entire time, and he's actually passed the control tests very well." She beams at you, and you nod. You find it a little hard to believe that, considering the way you've seen him shamelessly flaunt blood splatters on his clothes whenever he'd been out on his odd parties you really never want to be at yourself. "The first time is always a bit awkward, but it'll become a routine over time." She explains, and you can't help but feel the tips of your ears burn at her description-

and at the way Jungkook seems to have the audacity to smile at you, his eyes speaking full on dictionaries on the fact that he just knows what you're thinking.

You kind of want to chicken out for a second, especially when he leans in. You can feel your body tense up- and much to your surprise, he doesn't seem annoyed by it at all as he retracts his action, giving you another few breaths before you nod. It feels worse than any dentist appointment you've gone to, any doctors appointment you've dreaded going to, or any weird talk you've had to have with people around you. You should've agreed to the numbing lotion. Or maybe you should've tried to get a different job in general.

There's no sugarcoating it. It hurts, it really does, but similar to what you remember the piercing decorating your belly button felt like, it's only really the first moment that it appears to be unbearable. As soon as his teeth seemed to have pierced your skin, it's not actually that bad anymore- just weird, the sensation of your fingertips tingling, and your arm becoming colder. It's odd- but not as bad as you thought.

The only thing that's making you nervous, is that you actually enjoy it, in a weird way.

Maybe its the calm hand of his on top of your bare shoulder, sleeveless shirt you've been wearing underneath the sweater putting no boundary between his skin and yours as his colder palm rests over it. You guess its to give him a more comfortable position, maybe, but you're not entirely sure. You can spot the nurse out of the corner of your eye keeping her own on her watch, to track how long he's feeding you assume before she will give him a sign to stop. And you sure as hell hope she gives a sign too- because your crush on the man that's currently feeding off of your blood combined with your own lack of… physical love, so to say, is not a good mix.

And then you feel it.

You don't know if he's doing it on purpose, or if it's simply a vampire reflex you just don't know of, but when the tip of his tongue pokes your skin, you can't help but tense up a little bit. It feels as if there's now a slight hold to your shoulder from where his palm had simply rested before, but you're not sure if you're simply imagining this, or if its intentional. What you do know is that the thoughts brewing in your mind from the way his tongue now seems to draw patterns in a teasingly light manner aren't the purest-

they're anything but that.

"And stop." The nurse calls out, and you take in a deep breath you didn't even realize you needed, slowly sitting up as the nurse moves to get supplies to clean your skin, tiny drops of blood rolling down your arm and onto the floor below. "There. Make sure it's all clean before you wrap it. And when you do, always keep a finger between the gauze and your partner's skin if you're unsure- you don't want to wrap it too tightly." She instructs Jungkook, who's following her instructions surprisingly carefully.

It's only when he makes eye contact- cherry red eyes now more saturated in color than before, but that's not what you notice first. It's mostly that shit eating smirk he's got on his lips, and from that alone, you know.

You just know.

"Awesome. Jungkook-ssi, I'd like you to go to room number four now, just like you've been told. You can scan your ID at the entrance, it'll give you a number, and when the Number is called, you can leave." She says, and you remember hearing about this earlier in the waiting room. It's a mandatory break time recipients have to go through- mainly to calm down and to make sure they don't follow any donors in a post-feeding-frenzy, which apparently has happened often enough before to make a change like that. Jungkook leaves without any words, but not without glancing at you one last time before he closes the door behind him.

"Alright- we've got some snacks and juice in room six for you. Same here- just scan your ID and then wait for your number to be called. And remember to check for any mail we're gonna send you!" She chirps, and you nod, slowly making your way to the break room- still a bit light-headed from the session.

And as you drink your juice, and watch Jungkook walk out of the clinic from the window you're sitting next to you, you wonder.

Is he always this calm while doing this, or did he just put on a show because the nurse was there?

What would've happened if she hadn't been?

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #vampire jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader

[shiorimakibawrites]

Idea: Sanctuary (Daredevil)

Last one, I promise. At least until the muses give me more ideas through I'm hoping they actually let me write finish something before piling more work on me.

Brainstorming notes where any feedback or suggestions are welcomed.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Defenders - Angst with eventual comfort - Medical inaccuracies - Beginning of Season 3 Matt.

Sanctuary

Matt Murdock / Daredevil x Reader

Possible Ch. Titles: John Doe – Where There Is Life – HIPPA Violation – Do No Harm – Confession

You are a doctor who works at small charity clinic.

One day, as you are heading home, you are stopped by Father Lantom.

Not sure how you know him – maybe you are Catholic and starting attending Mass after moving to NYC.

Father Lantom asks you for a favor. There is someone who needs a doctor but you can’t take him to a hospital or tell anyone about him.

This request gives you some misgivings but you trust the priest and figure that he wouldn’t be asking this of you if it wasn’t necessary or important. So you agree to his terms.

He takes you to where your patient is:

(1) Still in the St. Agnes as it was in canon but tucked away somewhere out of the way.

(2) In the basement since they seem to want to keep Matt’s presence a secret and keeping someone in a building full of kids isn’t how you keep them a secret.

John Doe is half-naked, unconscious, and badly hurt. He should be in a hospital but they are adamant about not taking him. You wonder who is this man is but Father Lantom and Sister Maggie claim not to really know, that they found him like that but you aren’t sure you believe them.

Maybe you have some kind of healing power – the power is relatively minor, you can boost someone’s natural healing ability – cannot instantly and completely heal someone’s wounds or illnesses but you can heal enough to turn a deadly injury into a survivable one. Lessen the recovery time – you heal in one week instead of two.

There is some cost to your healing power – (1) takes energy (2) have to know exactly what you are doing to avoid more harm than than good (3) you can feel your patient’s pain while healing them (4) some combination thereof.

Despite efforts to keep things secret, you learn some things about your patient. He had been injured before but got medical treatment of varying degrees of quality (no shade on Claire, sometimes Matt does his own stitches) – that he was blind – seems to have sensitive skin – stuff from nightmares and mumblings when he is feverish (apologizing to various people – Dad, Elektra, Foggy, Karen, Stick . . .).

You also notice the man is very handsome.

You try to figure out which of the two people missing from the Midland Circle your patient is – attorney Matt Murdock or the vigilante Daredevil. Daredevil fits with the muscular body, the scars, and the insistence that he not go to hospital. Matt Murdock fits with the blindness but you struggle to think of why Matt Murdock cannot go to a hospital.

John Doe (Matt) isn’t exactly cooperative with unraveling the mystery when he walks up but not uncooperative either – sometimes he doesn’t seem to care if you know who he is, other times he does – you think its part of his depression.

Because yes, Matt when he wakes up is the same cheerful person we saw in the beginning of Season 3 (obvious sarcasm is obvious).

Matt needs SO MUCH therapy – physical and psychological. Neither of which is your specialty but you doubted that you could bring either in on this . . . maybe you have friends who are a physical therapist and a psychiatrist or psychologist whose brains you can pick. They will probably eventually get curious about your questions.

Maybe they discover things and become part of the team. Again, nothing against Claire but she might need some help with patching up vigilantes – if for no other reason, she cannot be everywhere. Also as a doctor, you can write prescriptions for things like antibiotics (given how often he lands in dumpsters, it is amazing that Matt hasn’t gotten an infection yet).

At some point, you move Matt from the church to your place.

Romance is slow burn.

#fan fic ideas #upcoming fic #daredevil #mcu daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #hurt/comfort #matt murdock angst

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: Pregnancy, addiction

N. & I were in that drug clinic at the hospital, where I’m going to deliver. I had my usual prenatal check-up. I also asked the doctor for our babies sex. And yea, I was right! It's a BOY!!! 🩵Yeyy, I was so happy! I couldn’t wait for our baby to be born. And Nico was happy too. He was so excited. This time we could see our Baby really well on the screen. I saw his tiny hands, feet, his head and he also showed us his backside. He just turned around during the exam. Nico said our son looks like an Alien, because he had such a big head, but that’s normal, the doctor explained. And everything else was fine too. I was so relieved. I was always so worried about our baby's development. Those damn pills, yk? That’s exactly why I had an appointment at the drug clinic that day too, that was in the same building as the hospital. (A huge hospital.)

On my first visit at this hospital, 5 months ago, they told us what my treatment here will look like. As you already know, I didn’t like it! But I had no choice. I did this for my baby. Because IF my baby is affected by that Neonatal abstinence syndrome (NAS), he is in the best hands here. Her are the pros, so.... I just had to deliver at this hospital. (I’ve explained it all before and I don’t want to do it again.)

However, a doctor called me into his office/examination room, after I took a drug test....

Doc: Well! So far everything is fine. And after delivery, you have to come here once a week to get your pills.

Me: Yes, I’m aware of that. But how long do I have to do this treatment? Actually, I already have a doctor. Also I wanna quit those pills.

Doc: Before we talk about quitting, there are a few other things to deal with. Believe me, you don’t want to go through rehab after delivery. You will need good nerves! Heroin addicts never really quit anyway. And as for the duration of the treatment, we usually plan to accompany you and your baby here for a year. If everything goes well, you can switch back to your GP earlier.

Me: I have nothing against being treated here, I just don’t understand why a social worker has to accompany me? I mean those home visits. It's a invasion of my privacy. 😒

Doc: I’m not a social worker, I’m just taking care of your substitution treatment. And frankly, I don’t have time to argue with someone like you. My job is your addiction!

Nico: Your job doc, is to help and answer questions all day long.

Me: N.!! 🤦‍♀️...😬

Nico: What?🤷‍♂️😠 .. We're off the beaten path here. It’s unreasonable to come here with a little baby once a week just to get your pills. Besides, parking in this damn area is almost impossible or costs over 30 euros. I have to drive all the way across town to get to that hospital. How are you going to do this on your own? With a baby? I won’t always be there. One of us has to work. Abroad! But heey... maybe that social worker can help you and even pay all the tickets you need just to get here. At this... wonderful place.

Doc: Well-

Me: Thanks! Until next time, doc! 😬

We got up, heading for the door....

Nico: Now you're mad at me.

Me: No! Really not! You're right!. This place sucks! I’m sorry you have to come here because of me. But.... that’s the way it is N.🤷‍♀️.. You can’t talk to these doctors like this. Maybe our baby will need their help? That's why we're here.

Nico: This fucking doc can't help our baby. This guy can’t do anything! Except warm up the office chair with his lazy ass for the real boss of this.... damn institution. This wasn't even his office.

Me: Yeah, I think he just represented the doctor the other day. Anyway, once this is over, you can be.... mean to them! 😉I wouldn't mind.

This hospital is gonna drive me to hell!! 😒 Anyway! We went to my parents after that. I wanted to talk to my mom. I told her I was moving in with Nico.

My mom already knew. Nico’s mom called her and she also invited us all, my parents & me, to..... talk. 🤨 And Ana also talked to Nico & me. It was about Philip. Yep! Ana has seen Philip a couple of times during the summer. However, Ana has agreed to help Philip in court to get custody of Annabelle back. And she also needed Nico's and my help for this. So we’ll talk to Philip and help him of course. But what really was going on between Ana & Philip??? I didn't understand yet. 🧐

Also, I met Daniel. I was on my way home after work. This meeting was purely coincidental! It was not agreed between us.

The more shocked I was when I saw Daniel with another girl. I was..........just crying. 🤦‍♀️💔💔💔And since I’m such a jinx, he saw me too. 😖But the worst thing was........... I’m gonna do something unforgivable. 😢

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts 4 story #myrlgameplay #rl story #cw addiction #cw pregnancy #cw hospital

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

At the beginning of July, Nancy Davis started feeling nauseous. The Baton Rouge resident considered COVID-19 or the flu, then decided to take a pregnancy test just in case. She saw the two blue lines denoting a positive test and ran to the living room to tell her boyfriend. They were both elated.

But their happiness was short-lived. At the first ultrasound, at Woman’s Hospital, the largest birthing center in Louisiana, the technician looked troubled and left the room. A woman in a white coat entered. Davis knew that wasn’t good.

The doctor pointed to the top of the head. There was no skull, she told Davis, an unsurvivable condition. The doctor tried to comfort her, saying this was one of the conditions that qualifies as an exception under the state’s abortion laws. Davis, about 10 weeks into her pregnancy, was still heartbroken.

“There was nothing I would have preferred more than to have this baby,” said Davis, 36. Instead, she prepared herself to pay an estimated $5,000 for an abortion at the hospital.

But that’s not what happened. Even after doctors at the hospital said they would provide an abortion once she got the diagnosis of acrania, a rare and fatal condition, from a specialist, the hospital called to tell her it would not be able to do it, she said. The hospital directed her to a Florida abortion clinic instead, or to carry the baby to term.

'MEDICALLY FUTILE'

Davis' predicament illustrates the gray area in Louisiana's new abortion law and the administrative regulations that attempt to explain it to medical professionals and the public. They all but forbid abortion, except to save the life of the mother or when the fetus is "medically futile," according to a list of conditions issued by the state.

Acrania does not appear on the state’s list of accepted conditions for abortion. But the state also has a broad exception for any “profound and irremediable congenital or chromosomal anomaly existing in the unborn child that is incompatible with sustaining life after birth in reasonable medical judgment.”

Two physicians must sign off on the anomaly. But Woman’s still said it would not perform the abortion.

“In the absence of additional guidance, we must look at each patient’s individual circumstances and remain in compliance with all current state laws to the best of our ability,” said Caroline Isemann, a hospital spokesperson, in a statement.

That's not how some doctors have interpreted the law.

'THEY JUST WON'T FUNCTION'

“Acrania, to me, is synonymous with anencephaly, and it’s on the list,” said Dr. Cecilia Gambala, a maternal fetal medicine specialist at Tulane University School of Medicine, referring to another brain and spine defect. “There is no skull.”

Gambala said that even if hospital attorneys were uncomfortable with giving the go-ahead for an abortion based on the acrania diagnosis, they could use the broad exception that the state allows for when a fetus is incompatible with life. And acrania, in Gambala's opinion, meets that description.

"Babies can be born alive, they just won't function," Gambala said. "Their heart might be beating, they can breathe, but they have no brain tissue to actually develop as far as comprehending what's happening or reacting to anything."

GUIDANCE NEEDED

Cases like this will become more common until there is more clarity surrounding the law, whether from legislation, additional guidance from the state Health Department or litigation, said Matthew Brown, a New Orleans-based attorney specializing in health care law.

“The problem is very specific,” Brown said. “And that’s why the law doesn’t address it.”

Brown said the hospital may view the fetus as currently viable because acrania is not immediately fatal and there is still a heartbeat. It also doesn’t immediately endanger the life of the mother, even though the health risks and psychological risks are significant as the pregnancy continues.

Other hospitals may see the situation differently. Until there is more clarity, scenarios like this will continue to play out, he said.

"Any pregnant woman at this point, even the ones [who] are hoping for a healthy child and planning to give birth, is facing additional uncertainty about how they're going to be cared for under bad circumstances because of this law," Brown said.

After seeing a maternal fetal medicine specialist, Davis starting researching the condition on her own. She found devastating images of infants and fetuses who looked like they were missing parts of their heads. She read that babies with acrania are stillborn or die shortly after birth, just like her doctors told her.

“I haven’t run across a case where these babies live,” Davis said.

TIME IS RUNNING OUT

The nearest abortion clinic that can take Davis is an eight-hour drive, and would require a week's stay because she needs a consultation before the procedure.

“I can’t just get up and shoot out; I have kids,” said Davis, who has a 13-year-old and a 1-year-old and no transportation, after a hit-and-run wreck totaled her car a few months back.

Florida also bans abortions after the 15th week of pregnancy, and Davis is now nearing 14 weeks. The next-closest state, North Carolina, is a 15-hour drive.

In desperation, Davis visited Care Pregnancy Clinic, a pregnancy crisis center that discourages abortions, on Flannery Road. Staff gave her information on how to bury the baby and said their prayers were with her.

“It makes me feel horrible, like I’m alone in this,” Davis said. “It makes me feel like they just threw me to the wolves.”

After being told to go to Florida, Davis said she wanted other people to know how laws decided in the Louisiana Legislature play out in real life.

“I never in a million years thought it would affect me like this,” she said. “It seems like Louisiana is the hardest place right now to get that done. They don't even wanna say that word.”

#us politics #news #tweet #twitter #@davenewworld_2 #Louisiana #abortions #abortion bans #Florida #north carolina #nola.com #nola #acrania #stillborn #anencephaly #non-viable fetus #abortion is a human right #abortion is healthcare #2022 #reproductive rights are human rights #reproductive health #reproductive rights

[stargazer-sims]

The More Things Change...

... the more they stay the same.

Victor and Yuri have grown a lot since their early days together, but no matter how much time passes, some things remain as consistent as ever.

Yuri matured significantly and managed to conquer his paralyzing self-doubt. He runs his own successful communications firm now and is well respected in the business community. But, he still dissolves into a sad little puddle and demands all the attention when he's not feeling well.

As for Victor, he's still working at the hospital and he continues feeling fulfilled by his profession. He likes caring for all his patients and makes their comfort his priority, but the patient who'll always be first on his list of priorities is the clingy and still impossibly cute one he has at home.

Yuri: I’m sorry I’m ruining your day off. I know you wanted to go biking with Davey and Lindsey, but now you’re stuck with me instead.

Victor: I’d rather be stuck with you than with anybody else.

Yuri: Not when I’m ill.

Victor: Any time, no matter what. You know that.

Yuri: I feel bad that you’re missing your adventure because of me.

Victor: It’s okay. The mountain bike trails aren’t about to disappear, and the weather will probably be warm enough for a few more weeks. I’ll have other chances to go.

Yuri: I wish I wasn’t so anxious about being alone. Otherwise, you could’ve gone anyway.

Victor: Honestly, I’m anxious about you being alone when you’re sick, too. Even if you didn’t mind, I don’t think I could’ve just left you.

Yuri: I need you.

Victor: I know.

Yuri: You make it better. I know that probably sounds like a silly thing to say since you can't actually make it hurt less, but you just... make it better. I don't know how to explain it.

Victor: It’s all right. You don’t have to explain anything.

Yuri: Stay close to me. Please.

Victor: I'm here.

Yuri: I was doing so well for so long, but I suppose this was inevitable. They don't call it a chronic illness for no reason, do they?

Victor: I'll take care of you. Don't worry.

Yuri: I know you will, but that doesn't stop me from wishing this wasn't happening.

Victor: Do you think you’d be more comfortable in bed? I can go upstairs with you and we can cuddle for a while if you want. Maybe I could give you a belly rub.

Yuri: I’d really like a belly rub, but I’m not certain I can move. Not until the painkillers start to work.

Victor: That bad?

Yuri: Yes. It's that awful cramping pain, like someone's twisting my insides.

Victor: Do you feel nauseous too?

Yuri: Mm-hmm. I've been feeling uncomfortable for the past few days, but it's gotten quite a lot worse since this morning.

Victor: You didn’t say anything.

Yuri: The pain was manageable, and I've been busy. But I'm worried this might be the start of a new flare-up, and I don't have time for my body to betray me like that right now. I've got too much work to do.

Victor: I don't think your body understands your work schedule, love.

Yuri: *grumbling* Stupid body.

Victor: *laughing* Would it be inappropriate for me to say how ridiculously adorable you are?

Yuri: Probably, but I won't complain.

Victor: Let me know when you feel like you can move. I'll help you upstairs, and I'll take your temperature.

Yuri: Do I feel warm?

Victor: A little.

Yuri: Oh... brilliant. This had better not be another infection, or I'll—

Victor: What?

Yuri: I'll cry. I'll quite literally cry.

Victor: It might not be as bad as you think.

Yuri: What if it is?

Victor: If you have a fever or if you're still in a lot of pain tomorrow, I'll take you to the urgent care clinic. In the meantime, try to rest, okay?

Yuri: Maybe we should go now. I mean, not this minute, but when Caroline gets back from shopping with your mother.

Victor: Do you want me to text Mom and let her know what's up? I'm sure Caroline can have dinner with her and Julian, and hang out there for the evening.

Yuri: No, it's fine. I can wait until she gets back at least, and I think she's old enough to stay by herself while we're gone.

Victor: I don't like the idea of her staying alone, and I'm not sure I can handle being worried about both of you.

Yuri: If anything happens, your parents are across the street.

Victor: You're not concerned at all?

Yuri: Of course, but she's seventeen years old. She needs to be independent at some point.

Victor: I know, but maybe not at this specific point. Maybe we can let her stay on her own for a few hours when you're feeling better, when we can both be available if she needs anything.

Yuri: You know you're being overprotective, don't you?

Victor: You say that like it's bad.

Yuri: It's not necessarily bad. You can overprotect me all you want, but Caroline has a much different temperament than me, and she might not always appreciate being protected as much as I do. I think you need to let go, just a little.

Victor: I don't know. I don't like it.

Yuri: What do you want to do, then?

Victor: I still think she should stay with Mom and Julian.

Yuri: Okay.

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Caroline: I'm back from shopping! I can't wait to show you the cute... Oh! Papa, what's wrong?

Yuri: It's all right, Caroline.

Caroline: How is it all right? Are you sick? You were fine when I left. Was it something you ate, or...?

Victor: Papa hasn't been feeling good for the past few days. It seems it finally caught up with him.

Caroline: You're going to take him to the doctor, right?

Victor: We were just talking about that, as a matter of fact. We decided we're going to urgent care.

Caroline: Urgent care? But that's like, for when it's really serious. Papa, you haven't needed to go there in ages. Not since just after we got back from Sulani last time. That's like, almost two years. This isn't going to be like the times you've had to be in the hospital for weeks, is it? 'Cause those are terrifying.

Yuri: That's what I'm hoping to avoid.

Caroline: Well, if you're going to the urgent care clinic, I'm coming with you. I'll hold your hand while we're waiting, and I'll do whatever you need me to.

Yuri: Well, I guess that's your dilemma sorted, Victor.

Caroline: What dilemma?

Yuri: He didn't want you to stay here by yourself.

Caroline: What are you even talking about? There's no way I'd stay here by myself in this situation. LIke, I'm already freaking out, so can you imagine how much worse it'd be if I was here worrying about you all alone?

Yuri: I thought you might like to have the house to yourself.

Caroline: Maybe if it was just a normal day and I had a few hours to myself to do something fun, but not right now. Maybe you can let me have the house to myself some other time. You know, like when you're feeling better and I'm not losing my mind over all the worst-case scenarios and stuff.

Victor: There's not going to be a worst-case scenario.

Caroline: I'm coming with you so I can hear the doctor say that.

Victor: Because I'm totally not a fully-qualified registered nurse.

Caroline: Victor, that's not what I mean! You totally are, but you know there's a hierarchy or whatever. Husband first, then nurse. And you can't say there isn't, because I've seen you acting even more panicked than me when Yuri's sick, and I know for sure you'd never be like that with your patients.

Victor: I do not panic. I'm one hundred percent calm. Trust me, I'm a professional.

Yuri: I don't think you're convincing her, love.

Caroline: You're not. Now, stop pretending to be a tough guy, 'cause we all know the truth. And don't tell me I'm not allowed to come with you because this is one time I'm not gonna do as I'm told.

Yuri: Oh? Just this one time?

Caroline: Ugh! You guys are so infuriating! How can I even love you so much when you're so annoying?

Victor: We're not going to tell you not to come. I'd like it if you did.

Yuri: I would too. I certainly wouldn't turn down the offer of you holding my hand while we're waiting.

Caroline: I know that's not much. It's not going to fix anything, but I also know you really don't like going to the doctor, so hopefully it'll make the whole thing a bit easier.

Yuri: Don't say it's not much. You might be surprised how much it truly can fix when you know you're with somebody who loves you.

#ts4 #sims 4 #willow creek #willow creek haunted house #Yuri Okamoto #Victor Nelson #Caroline Okamoto-Nelson #stargazersims

[doberbutts]

can you tell us about the clinic cat please? also you look so delighted in the pictures with her, it's so nice to see!!

Lanky's a boy, actually 😌

He's supposed to be an f5 or f6 Savannah, so 5 or 6 generations from the Serval parent. I don't believe he came from a good breeder because his owners were letting him outside and most pedigree cat breeders aren't thrilled with that idea. He was hit by a car and broke his leg and his owners couldn't afford proper care or surgical repair so they had it casted at a local ER and it um. Well the leg died so it started to rot. So he needed it amputated and they couldn't afford that either so they brought him to us to euthanize and our previous clinic cat had passed away the year prior so we were kind of looking anyway.

It's not too uncommon for animals to be brought in for euthanasia not due to life-threatening conditions but due to the owners just not being able to afford continued care. In most cases if the animal is reasonably saveable many clinics will offer a surrender option, where the owners sign over the ownership of said animal and it's adopted out to someone for the cost of whatever procedure they needed. So he was signed over to us and now he lives in the manager office building, where I get to visit him whenever I have to access the safe or cash box.

He's about 2, gets around just fine on three legs, literally bounces off the walls and makes a general nuisance of himself. He likes to bite my practice manager if he's ignored for too long and regularly harasses my financial manager during her phone calls. We're currently working on getting him a cat wheel, he has roughly a billion toys, and according to the kennel staff that feed him on days the hospital is closed he really likes divebombing them from the top of the stairs.

Anyway he's decided I'm his best friend so when I go in there he bothers me until I pick him up and carry him like a baby and let him rub his face all over my face and chest. I appear to not be allergic to him which isn't too unheard of with the wildcat hybrids. He's like. Scary smart, there's a lot of deliberate thought and intention in his movements and the way he interacts with the world. And he's also super cute and very nice, quite friendly and pleasant. A bit of a nightmare for vet care but I don't really blame him, I'm sure his leg hurt for a long time. Just imagine the pain of breaking your leg and then have it die and begin to rot while still attached to you and then a bunch of strangers keep messing with it in a high stress environment- I'd have medical ptsd from that for sure. Plus most wildcats to my knowledge are sensitive to medical stress and stress from handling and restraint, so I'm sure that doesn't help.

I love cats but I'm very allergic to them, so when my last cat Saffron died I sort of resigned myself to not having a cat again. I'm supposed to be trialing oriental shorthairs whenever the breeder I spoke to has kittens again, since they're supposed to be low-allergen, but I also don't really have time or money to add an animal to my household right now so I'm not too concerned about it currently. I don't like hybrids as a general rule (but I will never be mean to an animal even if I don't think it should exist) so despite the discovery that apparently I could have a Savannah they're not really on my list.

[gentil-minou]

sharing my wangxian phlebotomist!wwx/blood donor!lwj au from twitter here (a summary here if you wanna see)

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The hardest part of the adoption process was supposed to be endless paperwork and screenings and the anxiety of not being good enough to meet high standards of the court.

It wasn't supposed to be A-Yuan's first doctors appointment.

His pitiful screams fill the small doctor's office. He's clinging to Lan Wangji's shoulders like there a lifeline, hiding and all LWJ wants to do is bundle up his son and carry him back to safety.

But these are mandatory vaccines he needs in order to attend pre-k. So he cant.

Nurse: Shots are never fun at this age, huh He would beg to differ; they're never fun at any age But see lwj isnt afraid of the shots themselves. Hes terrified of the sight of blood. His BFF loves horror movies & he watches them with her bravely by staring at the corner of the tv

When lwj gets his blood drawn, he looks closes his eyes and imagines being in a cold pond somewhere. But he's never been afraid of just the shot before.

He's helpless in the face of his son's distress. The nurse sighs, saying theyll have to try again another day.

A-Yuan sniffles into his baba's shirt, exhausted from the crying fit. His eyes are still watery and he looks around the room with such fear in his eyes, before withdrawing back into the safety of his baba's chest.

Lan Wangji has no idea what to do, only cradles him closer

Thankfully, LWJ has someone who can help. His best friend, Jiang Yanli is a child therapist and has been helping him prepare his home for A-Yuan.

If anyone knows what to do, it's Yanli-jie

JYL: Zhanzhan, have you tried showing him its not scary?

LWJ has not, bc he's terrified

JYL is the only one allowed to call him Zhanzhan. In Uni she was the one who mentored him his first week of school. Someone slipped him alcohol and he got deliriously drunk.

Yanli-jie was the one who found him and took him home. This is what they told the cohort but actually…

JYL: seeing his Baba get a shot and be okay might motivate him to be more brave

LWJ certainly doesn't feel brave. He's thinking of the blood flowing from his veins and then LEAVING them to go who knows where. It sounds barbaric

He has the distinct memory of learning what a period is in middle school and promptly passing out

He is not a fan of anything related to blood

But LWJ has learned that Yanli-jie knows what she's doing, so, despite the way he can swear he feels his blood pumping with fear, he agrees...but there's a problem.

LWJ: I am up to date on all my shots. How can I show him it is safe?

JYL: Hmm....I have an idea. My brother is a phlebotomist! He can help.

LWJ is confused. Last he heard, the younger Jiang is a prosecutor who makes a living viciously yelling in a courtroom.

JYL: Not him, Zhanzhan. My adoptive brother, A-Xian. I bet he would be happy to help you. He works at the blood bank at Yiling Clinic! The perfect exposure!

For who?, LWJ wonders. A blood bank sounds like a house of horrors to him. And a person who chooses to stick a needle in people and remove the very force that gives them life? He cannot imagine getting along with this person at all.

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Yiling Clinic is a community clinic in a part of town Lan Wangji has never been to, especially since the Gusu Group has their own private hospital.

But this is where Yanli-jie's phlebotomist little brother works.

A-Yuan clings to the back of his legs as they approach the receptionist, a young man with amazing cat eye makeup named Mo Xuanyu

These two definitely do not fit the bill for their usual patients, with their designer clothing, so he asks with some skepticism: Um, can I help you?

LWJ has spent the last two hours siking himself up for the blood part, he isn't prepared at all for social interactions. He flounders like a fish.

LWJ: …I am…We are here for…

A shout comes from behind them: Ah! A-Yu, is that A-jie's friend? Zhanzhan?

LWJ flinches until he sees a man sprinting towards them. The 1st thing he notices is this man is wearing lilac scrubs with little white rabbits on them.

The 2nd thing he notices is this man has the most enchanting smile he's ever seen. Already, LWJ feels more relaxed.

The man winks at him: You like the scrubs? A-jie said A-Yuan liked bunnies, I figured this would help keep him calm.

LWJ does not blurt I like bunnies too. But only just.

Beside the man is a pediatric nurse named Wen Ning, no relation, who says he's here to help with A-Yuan

Yanli-jie's little brother, the phlebotomist, introduces himself: Ah! Sorry, Lan Zhan. Jiejie always calls you that so it just stuck. I'm Wei Wuxian. You can call me Wei Ying if you wanna make it even.

Strangely, LWJ feels no need to correct him: Lan Zhan is fine, Wei Ying.

WWX smiles so brightly, LWJ feels dizzy with it.

WWX: Now where's the little bunny himself?

A-Yuan has been clinging behind LWJ's pant leg, tilting around just enough to peek with one eye at this strange gege.

WWX: Maybe not a rabbit then, a radish who likes to hide away!

A-Yuan becomes offended: I don't like radishes!

WWX laughs: Me neither! But Qing-jie says they help us grow big and strong, so they can't be all that bad huh?

WWX is crouched in front of A-Yuan, draping both arms across his knees and resting his chin in one hand. He waits.

LWJ admires his patience. The longer WWX waits, crouched and rocking back and forth in front of A-Yuan, smile gently and welcoming, the more A-Yuan's natural curiosity gets the better of him.

Eventually, his son comes out from behind his leg to touch a black bunny on his sleeve

A-Yuan: I like this one. We only have a white bunny at home.

WWX: I like the black bunny too! What's your bunny's name?

A-Yuan: Banana, bc she tries to eat Baba's banana every morning, and you are what you eat.

He recites this with all the solemnity a 4 yo could possess

WWX's laughter echoes through the lobby: Well! You're very right, A-Yuan. Maybe you aren't a radish after all then. Tell me, what do little boys eat?

A-Yuan: I'm not little! I'm 4 and a half!

WWX: Right, right, I sincerely apologize for my mistake. What do big boys eat then?

A-Yuan purses his lips and taps his chin, pondering his question carefully: Hmm… jelly beans?

WWX looks like he wants to laugh more, but instead says: I see, I see. Thank you for your wisdom A-Yuan.

He looks up at LWJ, dark eyes dancing. LWJ's heart rabbits against his chest

WWX: If your baba is ready, we can head down to my cave if you'd like. I have a lot of cool machines I'd love to show you.

A-Yuan's eyes widen into saucers as he gasps: A cave? Wowww

They grin conspiratorially at each other, before turning bright eyes up at LWJ

LWJ feels warm and much more relaxed inside, so he nods: Mn. We may go.

A-Yuan cheers and holds WWX's hand as the head downstairs.

LWJ trails behind making small talk with WN, watching WWX and A-Yuan swing their hands and skip ahead, feeling something warm blossom in his chest.

The hallway to Wei Wuxian's lab isn't anything like Lan Wangji expects.

The rooms at Gusu are all perfectly pristine and sterile, painted white to promote serenity, rest, and healing.

For one thing, he'd raided a Halloween store at some point and hung up all sorts of decorations, mostly vampire themed. There's one that's says "I vant to suck your blood!" except suck is crossed out and replaced with "donate". Wwx and A-yuan giggle together at wwx's fake accent

It's definitely not up to Gusu General's strict standards. For one thing, there're beanbag chairs in the hall outside. Wwx says it's to feel more comfy while others wait, as he's the only phlebotomist on staff and it can take a while. A-Yuan personally tests each one.

His lab is…adequate if far too small. There's a desk that's overrun with stacks of papers and textbooks and a shelf that's filled with even more. The actual space where blood is drawn is, thankfully, sterile and clean. Though he's decorated with demons demanding blood for food

There's a temp controlled room where the blood is stored, with a red door and the words "Blood Pool" written in menacing barely legible font

Despite the…interesting decor, the room is homely and, surprisingly, welcoming. A-Yuan at least is having a very fun time getting a tour

Wwx patiently answers all of A-Yuan’s questions, even the endless why's, with utmost sincerity, even when his answers are purely nonsense.

Lwj can't stop the fond smile from lifting the corner of his lips. A-Yuan had never warmed up to a medical professional so fast.

He's pulled from his musings when A-Yuan grabs his sleeve: Baba! Blood-gege says this machine makes blood spin around!

Wwx burst out laughing: Blood-gege? I love it!

Lwj is enchanted, head repeating those last 3 words again and again as wwx fondly ruffles A-Yuan's fluffy hair

Wwx: alright, now that you're familiar with my beauty Chenqing (referring to his bloody spinny machine lwj does not want to think about), shall we get down to business?

He says this with his bright dark eyes glittering at LWJ. Right. The blood donating part.

Lwj gulps, nodding. A prisoner walking up to the gallows.

TBC

(If you're interested, I'm probably going to continue at least up to the end of the first part before i just make it into one long fic! You can follow it on my twitter!)

#i tried the threadfic thing on twitter and im finding it hard to get any engagement there and i think this au is cute okay #and i cant write it until a couple weeks from now so im just gonna share it here #call me wwx the way im shameless with my self promotion #hehe #bushy writing #mdzs #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #mo dao zu shi #if the formatting looks dumb its cause im copying and pasting from shitter djfksh i dont actually write like this i just wanna share this o #anyways someone tell me how twitter fandoms work why are they so hardddd #from what i've seen the writing mdzs fandom is most active on there but i cannot understand how to get recognition there #to be fair i've always been a tumblr girlie and never posted much on my twitter besides retweeting art anyways #but i want validation for my writing T___T #also threadfics are a challenge of themselves and i admire writers who have the patience to deal with them because i am very much losing #mine like what do you do about all the typos and the mistakes and just ahhhhhhhhh #also i think its because im joining in the middle of twitter's mass exodus but idk where else to go #anyways

[alexanderlightweight]

Seven sentence Sunday tagged by @lawsofchaos1

Yes it’s not Sunday and it’s more than seven sentences but I’m bad at both math and telling time ^_^ (thanks laws for the tag)

This is for my unnamed kelpie!au and it’s brunch with team!immortal + Alec and Cat doing a medical check up on Alec because she wants to make sure Magnus’ boy is healthy

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It’s a very tricky process considering how much of Magnus’ extremely possessive magic seems to be in Alec’s body at any given time.

But Magnus also loves her and so even his magic allows her touch, delicate as it is.

“Thank you.” She says, because while she’s offering a service, it’s because of her own worries, not because he asked.

She turns her eyes to Magnus and gives him a glare until he stops poking fun at Ragnor and wilts, facing her.

“Is something wrong?”

“His electrolyte levels are down and his hydration isn’t the best. And he’s drying out physically. You’ll need potions and to have him soak in them, his aquatic nature is making it hard for him to adjust to a surface lifestyle.”

Magnus is immediately fussing over Alec. He presses one hand to the back of Alec’s head and the other takes his wrist, flooding it with magic. “But I’m honestly more worried about his iron and protein levels. Are you having trouble finding prey?” Cat asks worriedly, about to offer access to the hospital morgue.

But as she asks, Magnus' face twists into something frightfully beautiful. Jealousy is an ugly emotion on most, but Magnus makes it look divine.

“I’m fine.” Alec says quickly and gives her a quick look, mouthing ‘later’. “I just happen to hate juice. Especially because Magnus keeps insisting that ‘I just need the right kind of apple juice.” He rolls his eyes and looking directly at Ragnor says, “I keep telling him I’m not actually a horse. And he’ll agree. And then he’ll turn around and try to feed me sugar cubes.”

Ragnor blinks, as shocked as Cat is.

It’s the most Alec has ever spoken and the first time he’s ever voluntarily offered information. And he did it because Magnus is upset. Because he doesn’t want the conversation to continue.

Because he’s protecting Magnus.

Cat decides then that she’s going to protect Alec, because she doubts Magnus will survive if he loses him.

Ragnor notices as well and she knows it will be something they talk about, alone. He immediately takes the distraction offered and puffs his chest up.

“Sugar cubes? Sugar cubes? Those belong in tea, you absolute wanker! You, you! The colonies have corrupted you! Those aren’t something you shove willy-nilly in people's mouths, Magnus.”

“I was providing aftercare!” Magnus protests, face untwisting but he has a hand under the table, no doubt placed somewhere on Alec’s body. He’s calmer now, but still tense.

“They made my teeth feel gross and then you complained my mouth was too sweet for kisses. So I am agreeing with Ragnor on this.” Alec mutters, but he’s leaning closer to Magnus, his chair scooting closed.

Alec winces as it moves and Ragnor and she both catch it.

“You alright laddie? I’m afraid Cat and Magnus all have their own personalized chairs here. Magic makes them quite comfy after a few decades. Shall I summon a new one?”

Alec gives Ragnor a considering look before his eyes dart to Magnus, who still is a little subdued.

“No, but thank you Ragnor. It’s not the chair, it’s the dildo Magnus shoved against my prostate before we came here.”

He says it is so matter-of-fact and clinically that Cat almost thinks she’s hearing things. And then Ragnor is choking violently on his tea and Magnus is staring at Alec in pure delight, as if he’s seeing him again for the first time.

Alec looks smug as he settles a little closer to Magnus. This time when he winces, no one asks, but Magnus smirks, bad mood gone.

“Oh for the love of—“ Ragnor coughs, blowing into a handkerchief and wiping his eyes as he glares at Magnus. “This is your fault ducky, I just know it!”

(I’m only not tagging anyone because it’s closer to Tuesday than Sunday where I am and I’m confused about timeframe already)

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[heyitssashag]

We got a big dump of snow on Wednesday and Thursday. I haven’t been out of the house since Tuesday and the cabin fever is beginning to fester. The cold snap has ended so the snow and ice are finally melting. — Tomorrow the kid and I have to go to physio and dental appointments. Hopefully, it’ll rain all night and clear out the rest. I’m not interested in slipping and falling.

I did a comedy show over Zoom on Thursday morning for a big news organization in New York. Mornings have been really hard on me and I was not feeling well. I dragged my ass to be online for 8:45am (it was for their “lunch and learn” and they’re 3 hours ahead). It turned out to be pretty fun and I’m so glad I kicked my ass to show up.

I felt inspired enough to re-work some old jokes right after doing the show. The next day was comedy class. The jokes went over well so that felt good.

I’ve been watching a lot of stand up as well. I wish I could recommend one but none have particularly blown my socks off. One was Pete Davidson’s: Turbo Fonzarelli. It started off gross. Then it was a little funny. Then it went gross again. Then I fell asleep for a few minutes, woke up, and his material got extra weird but I got a few chuckles and that was it. This special was the first one of his that I was able to sit through in its entirety (aside from falling asleep for those few minutes). All of his other specials are stupid and gross. I loved him on SNL so it’s disappointing to see his stand up. — Another special I watched was Dusty Slay’s Workin’ Man. It started out funny and then it got boring until about half way through and it got better. If his first few minutes weren’t funny, I would’ve probably shut it off. I think I laughed the hardest when he talked about doing his “TedX talk”.

I hate being stuck inside so much. The last 3 days I’ve been going on my parent’s elliptical instead of walks. It’s not the same but at least I’m getting some exercise. My kid was yelling at me because I went all haywire with cleaning the house yesterday. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” they exclaimed! I was just trying to stay busy while not going bat-shit cray-cray.

On Tuesday before the snow hit, I went for my first day back to Art Therapy. I always wanted to try needle felting so they showed me how. I made a swan. Keep in mind, it started off as a sheep. I also wet felted a rock. It makes a great paper weight. 😂

I had a number of appointments this week with the “shrink”, the neurosurgeon and I also had my Zometa (bone strengthening) infusion at the hospital. A doctor from the cancer clinic also called to see how I’m doing on the new chemotherapy drugs. My actual oncologist is away on paternity leave. My CT scan requisition got lost in the medical abyss so I told her I needed that done, ASAP. They forgot to include my cervical spine on the last requisition so it was probably a good thing it didn’t go through. Now I don’t need to get scanned twice. The neurosurgeon needs to see that to make sure all is well in my neck …and maybe, possibly I can start running again.

Today is the last day of my first cycle of the chemotherapy. I don’t feel great. I get lab work later this week so I’ll get to see my tumour markers. It’s easier to push through side effects when you know the treatment is working.

I also finished my 7th book for the month. The Creative Act By Rick Rubin.

Rick Rubin is one the greatest producers of all time. (I didn’t say the greatest but he’s definitely one of the top). He’s also a life-long meditator. He seems like a pretty “zen” guy. 🧘‍♂️ I enjoyed the book and found a few nuggets of inspiration. Mostly, I felt validated around my own insecurities when making any sort of art. Apparently, I’m not alone. The art still needs to be made, though! It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks of it. Creating art and not feeling self-conscious nor judged around it is challenging. This has been one of my biggest hurdles. When I was younger, I’d get one negative remark and I didn’t want to create or play anymore. I just shut down. I felt too vulnerable to share that part of myself. It’s taken me this long to get over it. Now, I make art for me. — It’s a thick book but not a huge amount of content. Lots of blank space. I believe that was for effect to give “space” for what we just read and digest it. If you’re any sort of aspiring artist, you may enjoy this book.

I’m meeting with my volunteer coordinator soon to plan for a Chronic Conditions leader training that is starting next week. We’ll both be facilitating it (over Zoom). I’m looking forward to that.

This week, I have to face some dreaded paperwork. I’ve been really dragging it out and have to get it done. It’s stressful and gives me a stomach ache, though. Blah.

I also finally started Stephen King’s Fairy Tale. So far, it’s good. Apparently, it’s a true “fairy tale” (not a horror). So that’s my plan for tonight… along with a cup of tea, of course. Although, the kid just informed me they want to watch the movie “Dumb Money” so I may do that instead.

#metastatic breast cancer #who felts a rock? #I do lol #this post was a lot longer than I was anticipating #again lol #life update #blogging on my blog

[bopeisdope]

I posted an Unwind AU fic! It's from a Ghost!Roland au I made up. Read on Ao3 here

Connor wakes up in a haze, unsure of where he is. His whole body has a dull ache and there is pressure over his right eye. A bandage. The smell of bleach penetrates his nose. A soft and constant beep comes from his left.

He peels his left eye open to reveal a hospital room. His right shoulder aches as he moves his hand over the bed. The sheets are soft and feel as cottony as his brain does at the moment. Blinking the cobwebs from his mind he recalls what he can remember last.

The chop shop. The doors closing on him for what felt like the last time. An explosion. A revolt. And Lev, standing over him. That's all he can remember.

A nurse walks in carrying a chart, "So you're finally awake! How are you feeling?"

"Good," he croaks, then tries again. "How long?"

She glances down, "You've been in a medically induced coma for a little over two weeks."

Two weeks? The way his life has been going over the past year, where everyday feels like an uphill battle, two weeks seems like an eternity.

His mind is slowly catching up to him.

Risa... what about Risa?

He's too tired to mask his desperation. "There was a girl," he says, "She was on the roof of the Chop- the harvest clinic. Does anyone know what happened to her?

"That can all be sorted out later," the nurse dotes.

"But-"

"No buts. Right now you need time to heal-and I have to say, you're doing better than anyone expected, Mr. Mullard."

Connor's brain stutters, he must've misheard. "Excuse me?"

The nurse shuffles things around, "Just relax now, Mr. Mullard. Let us handle everything."

His first thought is that he's actually been unwound. He was unwound and his brain was put in another body. But realistically he knows that's not right. The voice he hears is his. He can feel his teeth as he moves his tongue across his gums. He can feel his unkempt hair on his head.

"My name is Connor," he tells her. "Connor Lassiter."

The nurse gives him a mysterious look. One filled with kindness and a deep sense of knowing. It's calculating- disturbingly so. "Well," she says, "as it so happens, an ID with the picture charred off was found in the wreckage. It belonged to a nineteen-year-old guard by the name of Elvis Robert Mullard. With all the confusion after the blast there really was no telling who was who, and many of us agreed that it would be a shame to let that ID go to waste, don't you agree?" She changes the angle of Connor's bed until he's in a more comfortable sitting position and looks into his eye. "Now tell me," she asks carefully, "What was your name again?"

Connor gets it. He closes his eye, takes a deep breath, and opens it again.

"My name is E. Robert Mullard."

The nurse smiles widely and reaches out her hand to shake his. "A pleasure to meet you, Robert."

Instinctively Connor reaches his right hand to reciprocate and gets that same ache in his shoulder.

"Sorry," she says quickly. "My fault." She shakes his left hand instead. "Your shoulder will feel a bit sore until the graft is completely healed."

"What did you just say?"

The nurse looks like she's been caught saying something she shouldn't. "Well, the bad news is that we weren't able to save your arm, or your right eye. The good news is that, as E. Robert Mullard, you qualified for emergency transplants."

Connor rotates this in his mind, letting it sink in. Eye. Arm. Emergency transplants.

She sighs, "I know it's a lot to get used to. I'll let you be alone while I get your lunch." She heads for the door.

"Yeah," Connor replies absently, having focused all of his attention to the arm. "Lunch. That's good."

The arm has a slightly darker complexion than his skin tone and the nails need to be trimmed. It is more muscular than his left; he recalls reading about physical therapy for this type of thing. He touches all of the fingers to his thumb. His sense of feeling is the same. He flexes the fingers. They flex. He twists his wrist. It twists. When he rotates it a bit farther he sees something that makes him stop. His stomach plummets and he feels a surging wave of panic. He doesn't want to believe it. Connor refuses to even acknowledge it. On his arm is the unmistakable tattoo of a tiger shark.

Still reeling from shock, Connor hears a voice he thought he would never hear again. A voice that, given the arm surgically grafted onto Connor, couldn’t possibly be here at all.

"So," the figure sneers, "the Akron AWOL goes into the Chop Shop and lives to tell the tale.”

Roland is leaning against the wall, looking hatefully down on Connor. But once what used to be a whole boy is now a nightmarish apparition covered in stitches. He could almost be real if it weren’t for the gaping hole where his arm used to be. While there is no blood, the wound seems to emit an inky blackness that Connor cannot tear his eye away from.

“H-how…”

“You did this to me, Connor.” Roland’s glare shoots daggers as he moves closer. Suddenly, Connor is acutely aware of his vulnerability, his logical mind is telling him this ghost can’t hurt him, but his heart doesn’t get the message. The monitor to his left starts screaming.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish, “No! You- you should be dead!”

Roland stops at the side of his bed, remaining hand toying with the cord of Connor’s IV. “Don’t you remember Connor?” A malicious grin spreads across his face, “Unwinding isn’t death.”

Paralyzed Connor watches as Roland silently reaches for his arm. “Weren’t you ever taught to share?”

A nurse rushes into Connor’s room, finally coming to investigate the shrill noise coming from the machine beside him. “Your heart rate is through the roof! Are you all right Mr. Mullard?”

Connor turns to where Roland had been mere seconds ago to find him gone. What just happened? Was that… real?

“Oh, I see you took your IV out! You really have to be more careful next time.” His heart rate slows but his mind fires at full speed. When did he take his IV out?

The nurse pats his hand satisfied that he’s all fixed again and goes to leave. “Wait,” he has to make sure he’s not going crazy, “has anyone been in my room since you left?”

Her smile never falters, “No, hun, just me. If you want to see any of your friends you’ll have to wait till after lunch.”

“What drugs did they give me? Would any, um, cause hallucinations?” Her picture-perfect smile wavers, probably rethinking her decision to save some kid who turned out to be a nutcase. “It could be a side-effect from your coma. The brain often tries to fill in gaps or create its own explanations when recovering from a trauma like this. It should wear off after a good sleep.”

Connor is doubtful more sleep could do him any good. He just slept for two weeks straight after all, but he doesn’t want to be here any longer than he needs to be by convincing people he’s insane. He returns a smile to the nurse, “You’re right Doc, thank you.”

—--------

After a hearty lunch of jello and chicken soup, Connor is finally allowed to leave his room to see Risa.

The nurse leads him to her room, most likely glad to be rid of him for a few minutes, and he lingers in the doorway. Risa is in a bed that reminds him more of a dentist’s chair. There are pins and rods supporting her up that Connor recognizes as signs of paralysis, something he’s only read about in textbooks heralding unwinding as the solution to all of your problems. His gut swirls with guilt. Risa didn’t accept unwind parts and she’s much worse off than what he would have been if he hadn’t either. How will he face her like this?

“You have a visitor.” The nurse steps aside and he can see Risa’s face. Her eyes fill with tears and she holds back a sob. “I knew they were lying,” she says. “They said you died in the explosion–that you were trapped in the building–but I saw you outside, I knew they were lying.”

“I probably would have died,” Connor says, “but Lev stopped the bleeding. He saved me.”

They talk of the victory at Happy Jack and the losses taken to get there. He tells her of his coma and new identity. In his happiness of seeing Risa he almost forgets his arm and the demon that came with it until he spots Risa looking at it. He flinches and the bandage shifts, revealing the tattoo. Her breath catches in her throat and Connor turns his head. She’s going to hate me. I mean, how could she not? This arm will always carry him with it.

“Connor…?”

“I promise,” he breathes, “I promise I will never touch you with this hand.”

Risa looks at Connor and he looks back, a broken soul. Connor takes her in, for this might be the last time she will ever want to see him.

“Let me see it,” she says, giving nothing away.

He hesitates, so Risa gently takes it from the sling. “Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

She brushes her fingers across the knuckles of that hand, and her voice is quiet, “Can you feel that?”

He nods. He watches her lift the hand to her face, the palm against her cheek, and she holds it there. When she lets go he decides. He decides what this hand will do. He decides its pressure, its direction, and its intent. And he tells himself he always will have that choice, not his parents, not Proactive Citizenry, and certainly not Roland. His hand brushes a tear from her face, moving down her cheek, across her lips. He takes his hand away and Risa opens her eyes and tightly clasps the hand in hers. “I know this is your hand now.” When she speaks, there is not a single thread of doubt, “Roland would never have touched me like that.”

She pulls him into a hug and he closes his eyes, sinking into her embrace. This moment is for them, after two eternal weeks of not knowing, after surviving the Chop Shop, after escaping the PC’s grasp, they can finally be teens again. There is still much more to do, but at least they will have each other to rely on.

However, a twitch in his arm shatters the peace, and he opens his eyes. Roland peers back at him from the doorway, watching them silently.Doctors and nurses shuffle about, unconcerned about the boy standing in the doorway, for this is not their fight. Connor realizes he’s the only one who can see him, because whether he likes it or not, they are now connected. He suddenly remembers what Roland said before he disappeared as he feels another uninvited twitch in his arm—Weren’t you ever taught to share?

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated. Also I have a LOT of thoughts about this AU so let me know if you want me to spill lol

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[acountrygirlsfun]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 👀

Still in the early stages of this one (section 3 of 30 🤪) but we’re 8k in and still going!

Buck doesn’t have anything to compare it to, but the location they’re walking up to has to be one of the largest in the nation. Even just walking in the front doors, Buck can feel the background noise of the rest of the city start to fade. Most of the building is set up as isolation rooms that block not just physical but emotional impressions as well. All the thick walls and barriers built into the walls makes even the lobby, with its two story ceiling, a hushed, calming space.

There are at least a dozen reception desks with dividers between each one like a normal clinic or hospital. Only half of them are actually staffed for the evening and Eddie leads the way towards one of the staff not already helping anyone.

“How can I help you?” She greets them, sounding bored.

“We need to register a bond,” Eddie tells her and she clicks something on her computer, types quickly and then turns to them again.

“Name and date of birth for both of you?”

“Guide Edmundo Diaz. 9/21/1991,” Eddie tells her then looks to Buck.

“Sentinel Evan Buckley. June 27 ‘93,” Buck tells her, watching as she keys it into the system.

“Intended nature of the bond?” She asks then and Buck can’t believe he didn’t think about this piece of it until just now.

Tagged by: @exhuastedpigeon and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove <3

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[brightgnosis]

Pain level seems to have stabilized. I'm still super sensitive, and the second I stand it drains everything out of me. But not being in pain just existing now is pretty rad and I'm grateful for it.

I put in a bunch of ILL Requests at the Library this week for Schulke and Boyer texts. Finished them this morning; I want to see how many I can get to come in. If I can get an ok amount, I'm going to turn around and put in Purchase Requests for some of the lower priced volumes; library doesn't want to buy any of the Wiccan texts I suggested because "they're too old" fine. You get purchase requests for Sabbatic and TradCraft books written after 2020 instead 🙃 Either way, I am fighting to expand this Library's Occult offerings in bumfuck nowhere.

Still waiting on any updates about my Mother in Law. She calmed down en route, but was still admitted to the new Hospital for observation; she's still very confused and they're not sure why- let alone why this keeps happening to her. And the Rehab Clinic won't take her until it's settled. Hhh.

I don't know what else to really do with myself today. I need to continue resting and actually recover- which means not doing anything. But not doing anything is so incredibly boring and I'm just not a TV person (Tv is boring, Movies are boring, Books are boring ... This is why I'm not involved in pop culture; it's all just boring to me). Bleh. I dislike having to sit around and do nothing. But if this flare is ever going to go away, I have to.

At least an Orange Peel and Honey candle came in from @myconia yesterday, along with a Rose Milk Tea from my favorite Thai Tea company and a bag of Deathwish's Pumpkin Chai from @filthy-gorgeous. I'm going to enjoy both today, and maybe that'll help with this whole "sitting still really sucks and I don't know how to recover" thing, ha.

Not to mention the book from @lavellan-commander / @henbane-and-honeysuckle- and eventually @musingmelsuinesmelancholy, whenever he finishes the one he's doing, though. The one Henbane sent's already been so wonderful to read through when I have the brainspace enough to focus on it. I can't wait for the other one now. I'm so excited (no rush!)

Genuinely. It means so much to me, y'all. Like, I don't have words for how much these tiny little things are helping just ... Ground us back into reality with everything going on right now. My Husband and I are so appreciative, even if we can't always say thank you the second we get them in, or can't do proper thank you's when we can.

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