#ENARM

[youngmissi]

Time is relative, follow your dreams.

[arleswag]

A iniciar la residencia

[labrecha]

Medicina de la UASLP, Primer Lugar Nacional de las Universidades Públicas en el ENARM

Medicina de #LaUASLP, Primer Lugar Nacional de las Universidades Públicas en el ENARM

San Luis Potosí, S.L.P. / Com Soc / Diciembre 20 de 2024.- La Facultad de Medicina de la Universidad Autónoma de San Luis Potosí (UASLP) obtuvo el primer lugar nacional de las universidades públicas y el quinto entre las instituciones públicas y privadas del país, según los resultados del Examen Nacional de aspirantes a Residencias Médicas (ENARM) 2024…

[yandere-wishes]

✮⋆˙Red Hood and The Big Bad Wolf ˙⋆✮

⭒⌒★ Yandere! Jason Todd x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓐𝓤 ♡ ｡ ゜

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

*ੈ✩‧₊ Thinking about how similar Red Hood is to Little Red Riding Hood, not just in name but also in practice. At their core, they are both things, red things, that survive. Reborn from the lugubre maws of death, forced to live another day, carrying baskets weaved of anguish and instability.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Jason keeps the old picture book tucked in his jacket pocket. He can't quite remember where he found the fickle thing. Can't remember why he chose such an evanescent tale to cling to.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Or maybe he does, maybe he knows exactly why he runs his fingers over his inside pocket after every fight, just to make sure the eccentric fable is still in place. Maybe it's because he understands Red Riding Hood. Knows what she's been through, what it feels like to have your innocence stripped like skin being torn from bones. To be killed and revived all in the same breath. Maybe it's because he wants to know what happens next. What happens when Little Red learns to breathe again? He wants to ask her, beg her to tell him. To be the solution to all his problems.

*ੈ✩‧₊ "How do you swallow the trauma? What do you do with the phantom pain of your heart's reanimation? How do you make the darkness go away? Did you come back the same?

*ੈ✩‧₊ There is only one thing that makes them differ. One fundamental little thing...

*ੈ✩‧₊ Jason doesn't mind the wolf. Pretty pup prowling about. He blames it on his upbringing. He'd been taught to fall in love with such wicked things. From as early as he can remember he's watched bats chase cats across gargoyle-littered rooftops. Watched pretty girls throw themselves at bleached killers. That's why he's quick to be enarmed with the new villain terrorizing the Gotham streets. The girl in a wolf mask, planting bombs in jewelry stores and biting off her victim's ears.

*ੈ✩‧₊ There is nothing scary about the big bad wolf, Red Hood thinks, as he re-reads the page where the wolf and girl meet. Why fear pain when you've been to the end of the road? Why fear something when you're acquainted with its ending?

*ੈ✩‧₊ "Shouldn't wolves only come out when there's a full moon?" He swings in from the skyline, ironclad military boots lodging into your stomach pushing you back into a glass display case. "That's werewolves you idiot" you mumble out of breath, glass shards pocking at your spine. The ticking of your newest explosive rings melodically through the air. He's quick to cut the wires, to defuse your toy without a second thought. Professional you think bitterly as you pounce on his back looking for an opening of flesh to sink your teeth into.

*ੈ✩‧₊ The thing they don't tell you about dying is that you always come back wrong. Primordially, spiritually, the person who closes their eyes, is never the same one who opens them again.

But Red Riding Hood was lucky, her story ended before she realized that dreadful thing. Jason has to deal with it every day, the reverberating scars, the colorless world that fractures and breaks should he let his mind wander astray. The fact that his heart only ever truly beats when he sees the fluffy ears of your cowl and that damn bloodthirsty smirk.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason Todd who's only brave enough to call it love after you stake a knife through his heart. The bulletproof vest and armor keep the damage away, but he can see the murderous intent shimmering in your eyes. It's only then that he pulls you down by the back of your neck. Lips to lips, a messy clash of anathema and apprehension. Your teeth gnaw at his lips while his tongue composes ballads on the roof of your mouth.

*ੈ✩‧₊ He wonders if Little Red ever went back for the wolf. If she ever dares kiss him with all the pain and anguish she has left in her body. Nicking her tongue on his razor-sharp teeth. Guiding his claws to ghost over her frail body. He wonders if the wolf can even hurt her. There's so little left that can hurt you when you've already felt the end.

*ੈ✩‧₊ He knows you stalk him, follow him even during the day. Sometimes he pulls you into the back alleyway. Knife at your throat as he soaks up your ethereal face. Mask on, mask off. In the end, you'd have found out anyway. His hands squeeze at your hips, needing the flesh, leaving his essence over your body. His lips danced over the back of your neck, biting tenderly at the apex of your shoulder.

*ੈ✩‧₊ You seem to like it when his knife cuts deep. When his punches crack bone. When his boots crush you into the pavement. You throw your head back and laugh, witty little threats spilling from your mouth. So this is love he thinks as your claws rake over his biceps ripping the muscle like ribbons, rummaging through the blood and tissue in search of bone. "Poor little puppy" he mocks "looking for a bone to chew on". "Shut up you tomato-looking freak" you scream as his teeth sink into your jaw, crunching of bone.

*ੈ✩‧₊ He thinks you look gorgeous when you're irritated, he thinks you're beautiful when your bloodthirst seeps through the anger. He bites back a moan as your knee nests into his gut.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Did Little Red ever talk to her mother again? Or did she hold a grudge, haunted by her betrayal of sending her into the woods unarmed, heartbroken that she never came looking for her? Jason's thoughts pound inside his head, picture-book illustrations flash before him of Little Red pushing her mother away, of tears streaming down her face, screaming, screaming, screaming. He hisses as his lacerations burn. Hand suspended, pushing down the urge to knock on his father's door. Bruce would know what to do...he always knows what to do. It's such a childish notion, he clings to. Even now, even after he was killed and left un-avenged Jason still wholeheartedly believes in the notion that Daddy will fix everything...He's halfway to the entrance gate when Bruce alls after him, cadence thick with grief and ache. Jason doesn't turn back, he runs and runs and runs.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason who crashes through your apartment window. Pushes you back onto the bed and lies next to you as you squirm and scream. He wraps his arms protectively around your waist and nuzzles into the crux of your neck. Mumbling Little Red Riding Hood's tale until you fall asleep. "How did You know I love the story?" you ask, the next morning to the empty half of your bed. Last night's tremulous dread still laying heavy on your corpse.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason who lays on his window seal, watching as the sun pokes through Granny Red's face. It's funny isn't it, in such a twisted way didn't he also die in his grandfather's house? Only to be reborn while he watched? Didn't the same thing happen to Little Red?

*ੈ✩‧₊ That night Jason dream he's was walking through the grass, headed for the forest behind Wayne manner. He's trapped inside his jejune body, the body of a boy wonder. Clutching a basket with a crowbar inside as dread dances in his stomach. His old red cape taut around his neck, suffocating, skin-tight. He's forgotten how to breathe, puerile fear of those ghoulish old trees clawing at his body. Through the dimness, through lose rays that escape the moon's greed he's able to spot you. Weaving through the bushes and trees, stalking closer and closer. He doesn't know whether to meet you halfway or retreat. Frozen like a robin being pounced on by a sickly smiling cat. His eyes meet yours, right before you attack.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason who misses you, when he doesn't catch you on patrol, of course, he misses you, it's hard not to miss a broken bone. Hard to feel the sting of your wounds and forget who put them there.

*ੈ✩‧₊ Yandere!Jason finally realizes that he just can't bear to be away from you. This love, this mania, it's all for you. He needs you. He's got you corned, the end of a chase. You smile, all teeth and games, "You're pretty when sulk" you whisper, tracing claws up his chest, digging into the space between each ridge. "Oh really? How can you tell when I got this helmet on?" You laugh, coy and flirtish "I just do" you shrug. Pulling his helmet up, lips ghosting over his in a mockery of a kiss. Jason pushes forward, entraping your lips against his. Lost in intimacy he's quick to grab you, to drag you back to his apartment, to lock the doors and throw away the key. To keep the big bad wolf where she belongs, right next to Little Red Riding Hood.

   

🎀I feel like every Batson deserves a villainess to fall in love with. Let's call this one WolfWoman. TBH I feel like I want to write more for her in the future.

[helloastridblr]

Hola mi hermoso amor, está carta es más para despedirme de ti, quiero decirte que te amo con todo mi corazón pero que por mucho que quería arreglar lo nuestro no me dejaste, no quisiste y lo comprendo, la distancia jugo en nuestra contra y se que es difícil sobrellevarlo, lo intente, intenté demostrarte todo mi amor, de incluirte en mis días, de buscarte, de llamarte pero me quedé con todo este amor en las manos. Me duele haber terminado porque creí que serías el único y mi último amor, te quería para casarnos y formar una familia, te idealice de tantas maneras que ahora eso es lo único que duele. Este nuevo año creí que estaríamos juntos pero veo que me equivoqué porque tú no me veías a tu lado, no se desde cuándo dejaste de sentir amor por mi, me di cuenta tarde de tu distanciamiento e indiferencia hacia mi. De pensar que tú ya habías planeado alejarte de mí me rompe el alma, todavía recuerdo el día que me dijiste veamos una película, veamos traje rojo, y yo te pregunté por ese milagro y me contestaste que tú no quieres? Y yo de si amor, claro que quiero, me puse bonita para ti porque tenía medio mes sin verte y ya te extrañaba, me acuerdo que la mayor parte de la película te la pasaste contestando tu celular y yo solo mirándote, que jodido se siente mi corazón. Pasaron los días y decidí comentarte mi preocupación, el día 11 de enero empezó bonito al ver tu chat y encontrar un buenos días amor ❤️, te lo conteste y te dije como estás, que haces? Pero como vi que no contestaste, dije es momento de hablar te dije amor si seguimos con esta rutina vamos a terminar y no quiero perderte... Al parecer me di cuenta tarde que ya te había perdido y solo estabas esperando por esta conversación, solo estabas esperando que yo le diera fin y si te di tu libertad aunque no quería dejarte ir, recuerdo que ese día no podía dejar de llorarte, me quedé con tantas cosas que decirte, me quedé en shock porque yo esperaba otras respuestas y me equivoqué, recuerdo que me limpie mis lágrimas, salí de mi recámara me puse a lavar los platos y hacer la comida para disipar mi mente, puse música y aún así me sentía débil por no haber desayunado más que una manzana, recuerdo que me empezó a dar asco el olor de la comida, la terminé y me volví a encerrar, mi mamá me preguntó que si ya la había terminado y le dije que si, que si estaba bien y le dije que no, empecé a llorar y le hable de que habíamos terminado, recuerdo que ella me abrazo, y llore más, recuerdo el dolor de cabeza me estaba matando así como el dolor de mi corazón, las náuseas intensas, recuerdo tomar medicamento sin mejoría alguna, recuerdo que desde ese día no me dejó sola, no me dejaba que me encerrara, la primera noche no dormí, la segunda noche te soñé pero no había mensaje porque te había bloqueado... Desde ese día siempre checo mi celular esperando un mensaje tuyo, pero se que no volverás, probablemente tengas a alguien más como todo el mundo me dice, o solo la distancia nos apagó al menos a ti.

Te quiero dar las gracias porque llegaste cuando no te esperaba, gracias porque pude dejar de fumar, deje de salir a tomar a cada rato, me convertí en una mejor versión de mi. Gracias porque me amaste, gracias porque me cuidaste. Te doy las gracias porque te cruzaste en mi camino aunque al parecer ya estaba previsto, aprendimos de ambos, me llevo un buen aprendizaje de esta relación, y perdón si hice algo que te hiciera sentir incómodo o que te lastimara, también te perdono si en algún momento llegaste a lastimarme.

Gracias por los recuerdos bonitos, las risas, las lágrimas, nuestras conversaciones juntos. Gracias por todo mi bonito amor. Te amo ❤️ y espero que en el futuro te recuerde con mucho amor, espero que Dios y la vida vuelvan a juntarnos y si no te deseo lo mejor, eres y serás un gran Doctor, espero que pases este año tu enarm y que quedes en la especialidad que tú deseas, espero seas muy feliz y que puedas crecer y desarrollarte como persona y profesional.

Hasta pronto mi Bombón 🥺

~ Black Rose ~

[shewholovesall]

So i've been rewatching this opening scene/gifs multiple times for the last week.

How am I supposed to belive that it was in character for this man who is completely besotted and enarmoued with his wife ghosted her while he was out of town.

The math is still not mathing two years later

[premier-amour-mm]

Since the final "episode" of the persona 5 royale series has been posted by Jcbackfire, I wanted to talk about this moment in his full stream (which is like 12 hours 💀) when he mentions these FACTS about Akechi.

Like, damnn, Akechi is my favourite persona character -someone with an unfortunate backstory, with a well-written character and with a tragic fate that he could never escape from. In other words he was doomed to have that ending from the very beginning. He could never be saved...maybe in another universe.

But not Maruki's universe. You see, when Maruki reveals that Akechi should be dead and it's only because of his reality that he's still alive, Akechi can't accept that. He doesn't want to be a puppet anymore, controlled by a false reality imposed on him by an other man. He would prefer to face the true reality where he's no longer alive, but atleast he's free. He's free, he and only he was the reason he's dead, he fought a puppet version of him, his past self and, in my opinion, the fact that he still doesn't want to be controlled by Maruki's reality proves that he won.

HE'S COOL bro, that's what JC said. He knows he's dead, yet he doesn't care, he prefers it actually from living in a universe created by another man to force others to be always happy. He DESPISES that fact. He doesn't care about his life, for him sth as trivial as that cannot affect Joker's decision about whether to stop Maruki or not. Joker, on the other hand, can't find it easy to just accept his death that casually. He had understood Akechi in such deep level, cared for him so dearly and now he learns that in the real real world, Akechi is dead. Imagine how hard it was for him to destroy Maruki's reality then. Not only that, if the player chooses the option to leave this false reality as it is, Akechi will tell Joker how enarmously disappointed he is.

That takes me to the main point of why I RESPECT Akechi and aknowledge how cool he is. Sorry if that was kinda rushed, I'm not that great at explaining my thoughts so tysm if you managed to get to the very bottom of my yapping 😔🙏. Ofc, if you want to add more things about Akechi and his character, feel free to write all your thoughts here (or you can send me a message if you really wanna 🤷‍♀️)

[aglaean]

It’s as if they are the pole on which the rest of the Earth twirls.

 L’Arachel had a habit of attracting things. No doubt an inevitability of her own startling magnetism, she couldn’t help it! Like moths, pilgrims to a holy flame they came, why, even the walls seem to lean towards her! Such were her charms.

She draw in the lights smudged at the edges, the piano, an ashen blot against streaks that were once a ballroom, the mural above which seems to dance along with them, tracing each step with painted eyes. L’Arachel is feeling exceptionally... floaty. Like her high heels - nay! - her feet themselves, had taken wing, disappeared. He was good! Perhaps too good, she had to be careful not to be outdone! Rennac would never let her live such a lapse down… 

A dip, and she is almost face to face with the floor. A beat, and she is back upright, the only sign she had ever been otherwise a swooping feeling in her head. There was something quite miraculous about dancing. A partner throws you to the brink, and just as you think you’ll never be released from the hold, you are brought back. A cycle of deaths and renewals that just keeps going. A dance can’t continue forever, but L’Arachel almost finds herself wishing this one could, just a little longer. 

‘Hmm, a veritable rouges gallery!’ Her eyes land on the chandelier. ‘It would be apt to keep one’s guard.’ 

rubies are a girls best friend

[carbolit]

La oveja negra pasó el puto enarm

[esther-dot]

Asha was horrified by seeing men burned alive by Mel and called it brutal. In the show Yara was team Dany. My main problem in show was those who has seen what Stannis and Mel capable of and disgusted by it somehow become team Dany or enarmed by hrr. Jon, Davos and Yara.

It was so annoying!!!! I wrote this a couple years ago about Davos:

I like Davos as much as anyone, but I have to say, Jon falling in love with Dany may be the tiniest bit less weird than Davos pushing that relationship even though he served a king who was entangled with a lady who burned people alive, resulting in Shireen's death (a girl he loved as his own), and then given a second chance at being hand of the king, encourages Jon to get romantically entangled with Dany, a woman who burns people alive. (link)

It was so strange that D&D knew the endgame and really went about achieving it in the most self-defeating way possible. Davos’ love for Shireen, his righteous rage at Mel, it was so compelling, and then they just throw it away, make him pro Dany immediately after. What a waste. It didn’t even make sense for Yara to remain team Dany, she wasn’t as attached to Dany as Tyrion or Greyworm, and she should have negotiated to get something she wanted in exchange for letting Jon’s stabbity stab slide. D&D's decision to try to act like Dany wasn’t as bad as they made her be will confound me forever. If they wanted her to be good, they shouldn’t have made her ruthlessly murder kids. If they wanted people to be loyal, they should have given them a reason to be. 🤦🏻‍♀️

[grinningghoulie]

I remember seeing a post that asked, what your user name stood for, and while my writing account is pretty straight forward with it's meaning my art account name has a bit more lore to it. c:

There's an old poem I was enarmed with that goes,

From ghosties and ghoulies and long legged beasties and things that go bump in the night,

Good Lord, deliver us!

But like, uno reverse that sentiment please 👀 because I love monsters and creatures. I don't want to be saved I want to hang out with them. uwu ) The other half is inspired by the well loved Grim Grinning Ghosts, Disney song which I was memorizing at one point so that I could go about and sing Halloween carols ahaha 💀💞

I have always wanted to do a stint of reverse trick or treating, running around giving out baked goods and singing spooky songs. =DDD

That sounds so fun...

[kurithedweeb]

Did you know the straps on the inside of a shield that help you keep a solid grip on your shield are called enarmes?? En-arme. I like saying it, it's a fun little word for part of a shield!

[drbeastmode]

Que rico sería llegar a Octubre con buen puntaje en el ENARM, 67 o más y así ya solo enfocarme en trabajar bien en el hospital, en mi cuerpo, en mi imagen personal, lo tengo que lograr.

[jartita-me-teneis]

Dato ENARM: Los dedos hipocráticos, pueden indicar cardiopatía congénita cianótica o hipertensión pulmonar avanzada.

Las acropaquias, dedos hipocráticos, o dedos en palillo de tambor, constituyen un signo físico caracterizado por un engrosamiento del tejido conectivo de las falanges terminales de la zona distal de los dedos de las manos y de los pies, acompañado de un reblandecimiento del lecho ungeal.

[oficinadecorresponsales]

Destaca la UAT en el Examen Nacional de Aspirantes a Residencias Médicas

Carlos Figueroa CIUDAD VICTORIA, Tam., 20 de enero .—  La Universidad Autónoma de Tamaulipas (UAT), se logró situar entre las instituciones de educación superior que mayor puntaje alcanzaron en el Examen Nacional para Aspirantes a Residencias Médicas (ENARM), prueba que se aplica anualmente y que es regulada por la Comisión Interinstitucional para la Formación de Recursos Humanos para la Salud…

[marianalopezga]

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