I wanna make some more hcs about Randy in the hospital
Doc Ock is a balance of chubby and muscles
Sometimes I learn new things and just have no words?? Lidocaine toxicity???
My professor: lidocaine toxicity is really easy to give someone, that’s why there’s a certain amount you can inject into each body part
Me: 😰💀*war flashbacks*
the x and y nuzlocke is going well but grant is a run killer so i added a new rule
@marshalpride said: “ [check up] ( wwii au obviously 🥰 corpsman!raylan pestering tim about an injury when they're literally being shot at? more likely than you'd think )
Tim had never been particularly careful with his own body, never seeing any value within himself, anything worth keeping safe. That’s why he’d enlisted without a second thought, packing up what little keepsakes he did have (a watch that his mother bought him, a worn copy of Native Son and socks that Pearl had painstakingly knit him last winter when the holes in his shoes were uncomfortably obvious in the chilly wind) and shipped off to Camp Pendleton without a single glance back.
Pearl sent many letters requesting her big brother to take care of himself, and he had to a certain extent--if surviving the day to day was self-care, alongside starvation conditions and lack of water and a weaning will to live. It was all cyclical and repetitive and Tim couldn’t see how this was beneficial for either side, but far preferred it to what awaited him back home, the only light at the end of the tunnel seeing his baby sister again, though by the time he’d return she’d be all grown up.
If Tim weren’t numb to it by now, he’d be consumed by fear; the flashing of the ignitions in the darkness the only light aside from the occasional flare shot into the air, the roar of mortars and gunfire and shouts and pleading molding together into some sinister orchestra. Tim didn’t even notice that he’d been shot, too focused on firing off rounds in the depth of the treeline, landing a perfect hit every single time. He was shook from his reverie the moment he felt hands against his shoulder, smeared with blood and caked in mud but warm and nimble and the most physical affection he’d had in a long time. “’m alright, Doc. Y’gotta get off the line before they hit y’too.”
CLOSE TO YOU ASK MEME.
Does anyone else check for their own names on blocklists? It's like when I hear police sirens and get scared that I might have committed a crime that I don't remember
could i mayhaps ask for some headcanon asks if you’re feeling like sending one of my muses smth? i need to get the Writing kicking and this would help a great deal 🙏
pride flag for fanfic writers who never write
ravi reyes looks, march 1st — car duty
dolce & gabbana cape, velvet turtleneck, black pants, platform boots.
Everyone in Portwenn is a fucking idiot and they think Martin is an asshole just because a. Autism and b. He is not a fucking idiot. Notice the people who don't actively dislike the doc are people who either know they aren't educated in the field (Burt and Al) and know they fuck up or know he is neurodivergent and can tell the difference between him communicating and him being an asshole (aunt joan and the piano teacher guy I cant remember the name of). Louisa is Wayne worst because half of her respects him and the other half insults/disregards him and blatantly faults him for being neurodivergent
song recommendation of the day: Sleep by Slowdive
Let the Lord embrace you / Bow down, spare the reed / When I close my eyes / Your fate shall be free
Shoegaze, Dream pop, Slowcore
‘Sleep’ is an utterly beautiful shoegaze song riddled with guitar distortion, hard-to-hear vocals, and a heavily building atmosphere that creates a feeling that I can only (and very cheesily) describe as ethereal. It’s one of Slowdive’s songs that was sadly scrapped after recording and never released on what would become the album ‘Souvlaki’, rendering it almost impossible to find outside of YouTube and SoundCloud, which I find both incredibly infuriating but also somewhat helpful in creating a more captivating feel.
This is not a song to have conversations to. This is the kind of song that you would play alone in bed at night, or maybe when during a pretty sad moment in your day (it’s definitely a downer), but definitely not when having casual talk with people you know. I don’t actually know what the song is supposed to be about, but I think of it as a representation of the difficult parts of the transition between youth to adulthood (probably because I’m going through that transition myself).
Reki is so frustrating to me, and I think to an extent, at least at this exact moment, she’s MEANT to be, so fair enough. But my god, if you’re like, “I don’t think I’m going to make it to the next world” why not ask the fucking Temple idiots, or like, try to get past this ridiculous anger and hurt you have toward Kuramori, or do anything instead of be liuke, “WELL FUCK IT I GUESS” I mean, come on.
If you’re determined to go to hell, well then, fucking fine I guess. Have it your way. But there’s a zillion people around you who you HAVEN’T LET KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, AND HAVE ACTIVELY AVOIDED TELLING. Am I supposed to think that makes you brave? Am I supposed to think it makes you somehow noble, to just decide to paint it black over the whole thing and resign yourself to it? This is not yet an unfixable situation! YOU’RE NOT DYING, REKI! You could do better! And if even if it was all fucked? Even if you were already gonna be one of the temple idiots? COuld you not be the best one they had? The one that actually gave help and succor and guidance to other Haibane? FUCK THE SYSTEM, but to do that, you have to get up and fucking fight, and this isn’t that at all.
I get what you’re laying down here, but I think you can live both in the idea that you can help Reki, and that you’re allowed to be sad and frustrated on your own time. I’m not sure what Reki even NEEDS is someone just to be unquestionably nice to her, I think what she might actually need is a little bit of a kick in the ass and to be told to get her shit together. I don’t think smiling is going to tip the scales of this deeply personal, self-indulgent, ridiculous mind-bog she’s being sunk into.
told one of my best friends that I used to have a major crush on him like immediately after we met a few years ago and he went “dude I liked you too I would’ve totally dated you if you asked???” Like. MAN it’s so fucking funny how stupid we are
I am very definitely the queen of “eternity is a curse” and the idea that I could live forever, or that some conscious part of me will go on forever is horrifying and terrifying and I have no idea how people live with it. So yes, I agree with this! I think that everything breaks, everything passes, nothing lasts, and that’s truly a beautiful part of what it means to be human. To live in the temporary, for nothing to be able to be held exactly as it was.
thinking about buck and eddie and the “locked yard mystery” and honestly. how many nights have they sat watching true crime documentaries to reach this point
oh my god the amount of pride stuff i saw yesterday was AMAZING