#Emergency Medicine as a Career

[clearedpaths]

[midnitetech]

Simdeed Recruitment Services (over 20 careers)

I’m a minimalist at heart, and seeing my career panel cluttered up was driving me crazy. So, I’ve created something a little different; Simdeed Recruitment Services!

Also, I hate a bunch of oddly named levels and lots of tasks to complete. Sometimes, I just want to give my Sim a job without all the fuss!

You’ll find 20 different jobs, EACH with 3 levels all under one roof. You can use this in addition to any of my other careers, but this is completely BASE GAME COMPATIBLE. You cannot choose a different branch once you've selected one, that's how the game works, but you can reset it with UI Cheats or MCCC.

GRAB IT NOW ON PATREON!

Above link becomes public on 20th March 2022

Here’s what you get;

Accounting

• Bookkeeper

• Entry-Level Accountant

• Accountant

Animal Care

• Pet Sitter

• Dog Walker

• Animal Shelter Manager

Automotive

• Tire Technician

• Auto Technician

• Master Mechanic

Banking

• Client Services Assistant

• Bank Cashier

• Bank Manager

Computing

• Computer Support Specialist

• Computer Programmer

• Software Developer

Customer Services

• Customer Service Assistant

• Team Leader

• Customer Support Manager

Dentistry

• Dental Assistant

• Dentist

• Dental Practice Manager

Education

• Elementary School Teacher

• Middle School Teacher

• High School Teacher

Electrical Field

• Apprentice Electrician

• Journeyman Electrician

• Master Electrician

Emergency Services

• Emergency Dispatcher

• Firefighter

• Paramedic

Farming

• Farmhand

• Agricultural Machinery Operator

• Farmer

Food Services

• Busser

• Front-of-House Host

• Server

Graphic Design

• Junior Graphic Designer

• Graphic Designer

• Creative Director

Information Management

• Library Assistant

• Library-on-Wheels Assistant

• Librarian

Law

• Paralegal

• Lawyer

• Law Office Partner

Military

• Cadet

• Lieutenant

• Colonel

Pharmaceuticals

• Medicine Counter Assistant

• Pharmacy Technician

• Pharmacist

Plumbing

• Apprentice Plumber

• Drain Technician

• Plumber

Real Estate

• Receptionist

• Rental Agent

• Real Estate Agent

Veterinary

• Veterinary Receptionist

• Veterinary Nurse

• Veterinarian

[nurmedics]

Oxford Handbook of Emergency Medicine (Oxford Medical Handbooks) 5th Edition

Oxford Handbook of Emergency Medicine (Oxford Medical Handbooks) 5th Edition

Now in its fifth edition, the Oxford Handbook of Emergency Medicine is the essential rapid-reference guide to emergency medicine for everyone from junior doctors to specialist registrars, nurse practitioners, and paramedics. New and improved, the Handbook has been thoroughly revised throughout, with 100 extra illustrations and the latest guidelines and treatment advice, completely overhauled…

[bruciemilf]

Darling, I just had an idea, but my brain doesn't know how to process it yet. And I want your opinion on it.

So, we know Thomas was a doctor, all right. Bruce ended up dropping out of medical school and all that. To put on the suit and be a mogul/justice fighter.

And well, that thanks to all that he was reunited with his kids and blah-blah-blah--

But I feel like he gave up the career for more than one reason.

It was relatively comforting and nostalgic for him to study medicine… I mean, it was his father's profession and I refuse to believe anything other than Bruce using his father's anatomy books to study or going through old medical cases to see his father's take on them.

And I doubt Alfred didn't chide him every now and then that Bruce would have been a wonderful doctor. And that, although he doesn't complain about what he's achieved, he would have liked to have seen his boy be a doctor.

But, I'm just saying, can you imagine what would have happened if Alfred had convinced Bruce to just take a year off and then go back to medical school?

How would things have been? How would he have met his kids?

I feel like Bruce would have been a pediatrician. Because I have a feeling he would have been a wonderful one. A strapping, sweet, tender, dedicated paediatrician.

I feel that, when the circus people noticed that Dick wasn't eating or drinking anything at all after his parents died, they made a triple effort between them to get him to a paediatrician. And Bruce, or God, just to see poor Dick completely depressed and traumatized…. It was like looking at himself at that age.

I feel like he didn't want to charge the Crico people anything, he covered the cost of Dick's recovery himself. And when he found out that Social Services wanted to take him away from the circus, he didn't think twice about it.

And before he knew it, he was in the legal department of the hospital, signing the legal guardianship papers. Alfred almost threw away his dinner when he saw him arrive at the mansion, after three straight guards, with a little Dick curled up in his exhausted arms.

I feel that Jason, out of some Samaritan soul's desire, inadvertently runs him over as he flees with the tyres of a stolen car. The person in question, noticing what he had done, takes Jason to the emergency room… and that's how Bruce meets his other child. Obviously the unknown pays for everything.

A little Jason, completely frightened and disoriented in a huge hospital bed, who does not know how he got there. A little Jason, who from one moment to the next has to answer the silly questions of a rather rude policeman who makes him want to burst into tears. A little Jason who, amazed, watches in wonder as Dr. Wayne takes the ugly policeman out and helps him eat and tucks him into bed, gives him extra jellies on the sly and always reads him a story until he falls asleep.

The kindly Dr. Wayne, who cries when he learns that the boy's parents won't pick him up and have basically abandoned him at the hospital…. So now he's in a huge room, inside a huge house, with a rather boisterous older brother… but now Doctor Wayne is his dad, he always has warm food and is tucked in every night; and then sneaks into his new dad's bed.

What do you think?

(Just a visual reference of Bruce, holding a baby in NCIU)

Hey bestie thanks for considering me!!! Honestly, looking through the peep-hole, the medical field seems like the most desirable career for Bruce (calculated, energy taxing, honestly kind of horrifying but also moving in a constant speeding wheel of innovation)

It's more so the branch of medicine where it gets fickle. Thomas was a surgeon if I'm not mistaken (okay, talk your trash Dr. Strange) and I feel like Bruce would feel a constant pressure of living up to him if that were the case, which is why he dropped out in the first place besides batman (for me)

There's also the detail of Bruce's hands barely hanging on for dear life after so many fractures and Injuries. I don't think he'd like to take the risk djsjs

Peditrican seems like the best option, former to nurse! I love the backstories for the kids as well :>

[bonbonthedragon]

Hi! I'm a relatively new reader, but I've come to enjoy all of your stories. Could you maybe make a bakugo x y/n cannon about like y/n going off somewhere on her own, bakugo cant find her and when he does he makes her give him her phone number and install a tracking app on her phone. And maybe have him also pin her to the ground (on grass) and ALMOST kiss her as in to 'show' what someone could've done to her if she wasn't careful. This would mean a lot to me! Fingers crossed lol <33

HI I LOVE THIS HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME HAVING SOME CHANGES

Warnings: angst, almost kiss? Swearing, angry bakugou

Enjoy!

She could feel his fingers slipping, her blood no good but only making him slip further. It dripped from her forhead, the drops falling inot the creases where there hands met and she cursed, that copper aroma filling her senses. He was going to fall, Bakugou would eventually loose strength and so would she, he would plumble to his death. Fuck. (y/n) squeezed her eyes shut, tears building in the ducts of her lashes just to tumble and hit the boys cheek. That had grabbed his attention, the dissociation of fear gone and now set on his classmate. The ground shook, a gasp choking from (y/n) and her second hand reaching out to grab into his shirt.

He grunted, watching as her own body began to slip forward from his weight. The girls eyes narrowed and it was like something hit, her sudden strength bewildering to him as she heaved him up in turn only for her to take his place. Because as his body fought it way up to safety, she fell.

Bakugou tensed, looking back to see the edge of the pillar utterly empty, no sign of any presence. He shot foward, hands gripping the ledge and his body half way over to see to the ground. (Y/n)s body lay lifeless on the ground, unmoving and blood pooling from under her and staining the pavement.

Never had his heart slammed so hard, that when he horrible sound of her body cracking against the pavement, his chest just left him. Nothing but pure confusion and venom poured into his veins. It’s was like something in him snapped, that the sight of her just barley breathing body is what awoke him.

…

Bakugou tried not to think about it, not to relive that day. It wasn’t just an accident. It was his career.

As a hero he should have been able to save her. Yes, she might be fine today, thanks to modern medicine and healing quirks, it’s like nothing happened at all. But that doesn’t mean the trauma wasn’t there, that his trauma wasn’t there. He saw the blood. He saw how her limbs twisted in ungodly ways and had him almost puking. It was a sight that couldn’t be unseen.

“Has anyone seen (y/n) today?” Aizawa asked, checking down his clipboard of students.

Everyone, including the ash-blond, looked around at each other. Something in his chest began to race, realizing that nobody knew.

His hand shot up.

“Yes baku-“

“I gotta pee”

Aizawa stared a moment, looking up at the clock and sighing before nodding his head toward the door. His student was quick to stand and leave.

“Oh yes…” the teacher went back through the chart. “That’s right. (Y/n) has requested a half day today for a family emergency. She’ll be back around lunch.”

——

Oh and bakugou wasn’t in the bathroom. Actually the boy was already walking out from the school building and straight to the dorms. And in this time he was breaking many school rules and, if caught, would definitely have more than detention. Otherwise, it didn’t seem to be something he was too worried about as he couldn’t find (y/n) in the dorms either, until, from out the window, he spotted her red jacket she always wore.

So, as would any demon boy do who is rockers with hormones, he opened and jumped out the window.

That had her jumping almost two feet in the air when he slammed onto the ground behind her. (Y/n) was immediately in a fighting stance and before she could even lash out, she was on the grass. A nearly crushing weight fought on top of her, and once she realized who that stranger was, she stopped struggling.

“Baku-“

“And where ya goin?” The boy hissed, making a point to have her wrist bound in his hands

With this position, her under and him on top straddling her hips, (y/n) just couldn’t help the red that climbed her cheeks. “Get off me!” She squeaked. His face came awfully close to hers, so close in fact, she could smell the mint of his breath from the gum he chewed before class. She could have sworn he looked directly at her lips.

“Not until ya tell- ya know what, fuck it- where’s your phone?” And he backed away, his hands letting go to search her pockets. Scorching scarlet, her hands went after his to try and stop him but he had been determined. Finding her phone, he reached out his hand and away from her own reaching grasp.

Opening it easily without have a password, he positioned his leg a little higher so she stayed down and began to go to the App Store. (Y/n) struggled under him, her strength almost as superior as his so it was becoming a bit more difficult the more anxious she became. Just before he was sure she’d win, the app was finished and got up, his hands still away from her reach.

“Oi- stop fighting’ me!”

“Give me my phone! What the hells wrong with you lately?”

“Nothin’s wrong with me! With you though?” He scoffed, turning to complete his task only to hand it back.

“Me?” (Y/n) scoffed back, foot stomping as she looked to see just what the boy did to her devise. “A tracking app? Your the one who’s been acting like a stalker!”

“Hah! As if!” He walked closer, a finger hitting her upper chest. “Your the one who’s been disappearing on me! What the hells up with that, hah?”

“Disappearing?” She mumbled. Suddenly his hand was grasping her wrist and his face just an inch from hers.

“Yeah! Not to fucking mention your defense skills suck ass!”

“Hey-“

“Ya could have gotten hurt and no one would know! I wouldn’t know!”

That had made (y/n) freeze, eyes searching his blazing ones. A mix of confusion and hurt swirled in them, and her brows furrowed. “Bakugou…”

“See how fucking easy it was for me to get after you?” He continued, “I coulda been a villain. I coulda killed ya.” And his other hand went to jab a finger onto her shoulder. “You. Would. Be. Dead.”

(Y/n) stared a moment before grabbing the finger he so rudely pointed at her. Instead she held it and made him look at her, face still so close. “Is this about what happen at USJ?”

He stilled, gulping. A almost cricked smile cracked across his face, yet he was breaking, trying to hard to conceal the pain that held him down, but to no avail, she saw how he was trying so hard to mask his emotion.

“Bakugou…” (y/n) breathed, her hands grasping tight around his, he yanks them away.

“T-the hells your problem?” He stuttered, finding his angry tone waining. “You’re the one who’s crazy” and he walked away.

The boy had left her standing in the field, her bag for her parents house on the ground and scattered of her things. She didn’t care. But apparently he cared for her.

[sea-owl]

I'm rewatching RTTE and just had the cutest modern httyd au.

So you know those tiktoks that go:

20 something year old: *Me complaining to my 30 years older coworker who I forced/bullied into being my friend* I think I finally had enough

Pans to older coworker who's roughly in their late 40s early 50s: I think you're full of shit.

So it's that but with Stoick and Astrid.

Stoick is the leader of Berk and Dragons Foundation. They work with dragons and human/dragon relations. His wife Valka is the leader of the Sanctuary that rescues and rehabilitates dragons. His son Hiccup, who will one day take over is starting his career in the Acadmey that teaches humans about dragons and living with them.

Well recently on a business trip Valka and Hiccup found an abandoned baby Flightmare. It was a rare chance to study the dragon while getting it rehabilitated. The baby Flightmare was sent back to Stoick who would find a caretaker to help raise and study the baby.

The only problem was, no one wanted to go near it since every known encounter with a Flightmare ended with the person freezing where they stood.

"Maybe I can come home early," Valka suggested. "The poor thing needs a caretaker and it may be our only opportunity to figure out why every one freezes."

Stoick sighed, rubbing an ice block on his head. Every researcher he has tried to approach latley has fled at the sight of him. And what's worse is that the Flightmare is refusing to eat. It eats just enough to live another day, but not enough to heal. Thornado nuzzled his rider. "I know Val. If only everyone wasn't afraid-"

"Mr. Haddock!"

Stoick was not expecting a girl, probably around his son's age, to land right on table two feet in front of him. Or a Deadly Nadder to land moments after her.

"Odin's eye lass! You'll give an old man a heart attack!"

The girl blushed, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "Sorry sir, I've just been looking for you all morning."

Stoick set his phone down. "Well you found me lass. What can I do for you?"

"I want to be the caretaker for the Flightmare."

Stoick paused. The girl was volunteering?

The girl was young, probably didn't have her specialty yet. Her blonde hair was loosley braided. Determined blue eyes stared at him through her glasses. Only few would have the experince they would need to take care of a Flightmare at her age, and all five of them were raised along side their personal dragons from birth.

Stoick sighed, "Lass I admire your eagerness but a dragon like that, even a baby, is too dangerous at your experince level."

"But I have tons of experince!" The girl exclaimed, a desprate edge slipping into her voice. "I was in the Hatchling program until I was fifteen."

Stoick blinked. The Hatchling Program is an ongoing study Valka has of human and dragon relationships if they were raised together from birth. The kids gain a ton of experince most researchers dream to have. They orginally had six kids in it, one was taken out by her parents after an emergency search and rescue mission led to the death of her uncle by a Flightmare, right in front of her.

Stoick leaned back in his chair. "You're Finn's niece."

The girl sat straighter. "I am Dr. Astrid Hofferson. I study dragon's biological defenses such as venom, and posion. I also make antidotes to these biological defenses and test how they can help in things such as medicine."

Her field is perfect to be the Flightmare's caretaker. Her history with said dragon though is not. Blast, why does she have to be the only volunteer?

Astrid must sense his hesitation because soon she's standing. "I'll give you time to think it over sir. If it's not me then please find someone who can find out why. I don't want another tragedy like my uncle."

The girl walked back to her dragon. "Come on Stormfly, let's go visit Garf."

Stoick watched as the girl flew away. He picked his phone back up. His wife still on the video call. "What do you think Val?"

"I think she should be the Flightmare's caretaker." Valka answered as she read something over on her tablet. "Astrid has done some amazing work. Stroke prevention medicine from her Deadly Nadder's posion, a burn cream made with Monstrous Nightmare spit, and wow, they're running trials on an insulin medication using ground up pieces of Death Song amber."

Stoick looked over Astrid's accomplishments. "She's kept up with her training from the Hatchling Program."

Valka nodded. "It looks like she took to exploring on her own to get the experiences she had here at the foundation. I'll have to get updates from her for my data when I visit the Flightmare."

"Val, the girl's history with Flightmares isn't the best, and we don't know if this will cause a break in her. And no one is going near the Flightmare so we can't get anyone to supervise her."

"Well you're used to doing your paperwork in the labs already."

Stoick rolled his eyes and ended the call.

Over the next week Stoick could set his watch to when Astrid would find him. Asking him about the Flightmare and if he's found a caretaker for it. Whenever he said no she would always remind him that she's available to take on the task.

It all came to head when Astrid flew next to him, two sealed buckets attached to her saddle, and a glowing dragon.

"Lass why is your dragon glowing?!" Stoick studied the Nadder, it glowed golden but otherwise seemed fine.

Astrid rolled her eyes. "We were studying how different foods may affect Stormfly's venom. Then she had to go and eat some mysterious glowing algae-oof"

Stormfly made a chirping noise at her playful attempt to buck her rider.

"And the buckets?"

Astrid turned back to Stoick. "This algae has to be what the Flightmare eats. I looked it up and this alage grows along the same path as the Flightmare's. The Flightmare follows it's food!"

Stoick stared at the girl. She found the Flightmare's main diet?

That's how Stoick found himself watching over Astrid as she took care of the Flightmare.

Needing extra protien, Astrid would slather the alage on fish and give it to the Flightmare. Eagerly the Flightmare ate while Astrid prattled about the Flightmare's health to all those in the room. Stormfly would sit with Thornado, keeping an eye on her rider, her tail ready should Astrid need her.

When the Flightmare was strong enough Astrid decided it was time to take some blood samples.

"Okay little one, you're gonna feel a little pinch but it will he over soon." Astrid whispered to the Flightmare as she prepared the needle.

She was doing as routine demanded. Rub the sweet spot and then draw blood from just above it. Astrid entered the needle, Stormfly became alert.

The Flightmare sprayed Astrid with a mist just as Stormfly sent a spike flying warning the baby dragon to back off.

Astrid was frozen.

"Astrid!" Stoick yelled. He had to get the girl to decontamination. Yanking the her up Stoick noticed she was freezing. He had to het her into warm water.

Clothes and all Stoick threw the girl into the shower and turned on the hot water. 30 seconds and Astrid starts shivering. 1 minute goes by and Astrid can freely move. 2 minutes and Astrid can speak.

"That mist, it was like I was frozen in ice," Astrid babbled. "The Flightmare must have some nerve chemical it produces that drastically lowers a body's temperature. With most dragons producing fire it would only temporarily freeze them so the Flightmare can either flee or strike but humans don't have that ability."

"So humans freeze to death," Stoick concluded.

Astrid sits up. "Imagine what a small amount could do to stop someone from bleeding out. Slow the heart down long enough to get help and transport them to a hospital. It could really help emergency services."

More precautions are taken now. Anytime Astrid needs a sample she sedates the dragon. She has name it Misty, and continues to bond with tje Flightmare, and Stoick.

Stoick learns that Astrid has missed the Foundation very much and always wanted to return. Stoick also finds he has a lot in common with the girl. While his wife and son care for both dragons and humans they tend to go a little overboard with the dragon's side. He and Astrid seem to balance better when it came to protecting dragons and humans.

In fact if memory serves right didn't his son used to have a crush on the girl?

Hiccup was lazily scrolling through tiktok while waiting for this meeting to get started. He, his mom, and Gobber were meeting with potential partners to see if they work out a collaboration for a dragon clinic in the area. It's been months since they sent the Flightmare to his dad and he's been itching to see how the research is going.

He paused at one video. A very familiar blonde sat leaning against a Deadly Nadder with a baby Flightmare in her lap.

The text on the screen read.

Me to my boss who I begged to let me train the Flightmare, complaining about the very same Flightmare: I think I had enough

The camera pans over to to . . . his father?!

The text changes as his dad lip syncs the audio.

My boss: I think your full of shit

Hiccup watches the video loop 3 times. Why was his dead making tiktoks with a random employee?

Valka looks over her son's shoulder. A laugh breaking out. "Looks like Stoick finally let Astrid become the Flightmares caretaker."

That's why the blonde looked so familiar. "That's Astrid? When did she come back?" Hiccup asked. And why didn't he know? Astrid was his best friend before her parents forced Astrid to cut contact.

Gobber looked over Hiccup's other shoulder. "No wonder lassie looked so familiar! I started seeing her around the Foundation when you went to Berserker Island to open up the school there with the other Hatchlings."

So Astrid's been back for a year and a half now. Hiccup really should talk to her when he gets back.

Clicking on the comments Hiccup could see a response video made to a comment.

isn't that stoick haddock? the ceo/owner???

Hiccup clicks on the video.

Astrid is still sitting with the Flightmare, leaning against Stormfly. His dad is sitting next to her now with Thornado's head resting in his lap.

Astrid reads the comment then pretends to look offended.

"Excuse you sir this is my work dad!"

Stoick is holding up a piece of paper that Astrid doesn't notice. It has an arrow pointing down to her. On it is written my future daughter in-law.

Valka and Gobber burst out laughing again while Hiccup's face flushes.

[starlitsilvereyes]

19 Things I, Draco Lucius Abraxas Black Malfoy, Learned at Nineteen 

I originally intended to post this on my 20th birthday (last September 17) but I was drowning in College work and I only found the time to post now!! :(( | Warnings: References to the wizarding war, therapy, implied sex | Read on Ao3 | Ko-fi

Life after the War felt like the same difference at first. The world spins too fast and everyone is too good at pretending they’re okay.

Putting life on pause isn’t such a bad thing. Before I took a leap of faith with Wizarding Medicine, I sort of... wandered for a while. It was nice not to have darkness loom over me on some days.

Making a career out of something you love can be difficult. I love far too many things. I like to think that I’m an astronomer in another universe, a florist in another, and an apprentice Healer in this one.

My love for the stars only grew over the course of silent nights spent studying on my apartment’s rooftop. I study the stars right after I’ve studied the human brain. I can’t decide which one is more interesting—the consciousness that lives inside of us or the unknown that lives out in the universe.

Muggle tattoos feel incredible. I have three at the moment–a snake that wraps around my thigh, a dragon on my back, and the narcissus flower on my forearm. Mother wasn’t very fond of them at first, but I think she likes the flower more than she admits.

Father likes it when I call him Dad. He remains complicated, but has learned that there are more things in life than anger and resentment and power. He sends me a letter every Sunday to tell me about his week and ask how I am. I think he’s trying to make up for lost time. It’s okay, I am, too.

Potter gets into accidents more often than I get to visit Mother in France. Seriously, he’s in the emergency ward at least twice a week.

Things have changed since I left Hogwarts. This includes whatever Potter and I had.

Muggle psychology is interesting, though less advanced than the wizarding one. I go to a Muggle therapist once a month. I prefer that my therapist only knows and believes what I tell them. It makes me feel better about the part I played in the War. 

I enjoy watching Quidditch matches, despite deciding that I preferred medicine over this career. It’s nice to see a familiar face dashing towards a snitch, too. Especially if it’s a pair of forest green eyes looking back at me.

Potter has gotten wickedly good at being a Seeker. He’s always been good, but I think he’s better than me now, especially since I’m out of practice.

A "clubhouse" sandwich might just be the most magical thing I have ever tasted. After Mother’s blueberry pie, of course.

Potter is a wonderful cook, but a bad baker. He burnt the cupcakes three times in two hours!

I'm a decent baker — at least better than Potter.

The ocean isn’t as scary as it sounds. I used to fear it as a child, because I was always afraid of what lay in the unknown. Turns out, it isn’t too bad. Especially if I’m with Potter.

I cannot fucking sing the Happy Birthday song. It’s out of tune no matter how hard I try. It’s a stupid song anyway—it’s not funny, Potter!

Apparently, Potter can speak four languages now. What a menace! I’m learning another one as we speak so I could outlanguage him.

Muggle ‘cars’ are... something else. I still don’t trust it enough. No, definitely not more than a broom. This thing called the "engine" is too loud and—Potter!

Apparently, theoretically, you could have intercourse inside of a Muggle vehicle. At the back, rather. I’m too tall for the front. Good to know. 

—

See: 18 Things I, Draco Lucius Abraxas Black Malfoy, Learned At The Ripe Age of Eighteen

(If someone could find the Tumblr link for this one I’d really appreciate it. I can’t seem to find my own post 😅)

[hamsterclaw]

Poster Boy

You, Jungkook and Yoongi liven up the most boring conference in the world.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! reader, Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut

Word count: 8k

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing

Author note: This is the couple from Foundation a couple of years down the line, still together and still having a fucking good time. I hope you enjoy this, I had a ball writing it.

You pull up your coat collar and accept the coffee Jungkook passes you with a grateful ‘thanks’.

‘Whose idea was it to go to the mess night last night?’ he croaks, voice cracking from overuse.

‘Fuck knows,’ you rasp. Your voice isn’t holding up much better than Jungkook’s, a combination of the mess night and the messy blowjob you’d given him after. Every swallow of your coffee feels like razorblades but you need the caffeine.

Jungkook hands you a blister pack of painkillers, because he’s sometimes thoughtful like that.

You pop two and slip the rest in your pocket.

‘Did you email them your poster?’ you whisper, because it’s the only way that talking doesn’t hurt.

Jungkook nods, tugging his beanie down. All you can see of his face now is his wide eyes and the bridge of his nose above his face mask.

The train pulls up at the station, and you get on, sighing with relief when you spot a set of unoccupied seats.

You’re headed to the airport, and beyond that to a conference in another city. Jungkook and you are at the point in your careers where you need to get posters and presentations on your CVs to look competitive for future job applications.

You’re presenting posters of projects you completed during your urology job together at the largest international urology conference, and paying handsomely for the privilege. The cynic in you loathes the whole process.

Jungkook’s scrolling through social media on his phone. His feed seems to mainly consist of women in various stages of undress tagged ‘skincare’. You roll your eyes as he pauses at a woman who’s got her bare tits pressed under her arm, extolling the virtues of cleansing.

Jungkook pats your arm, thinking he’s being reassuring. ‘Your tits are great too,’ he tells you.

You tuck your hands under your legs so you don’t slap him.

‘You’re a tit,’ you mutter.

Jungkook flexes a little. Your eyes drop to his pecs, defined under his plain white tee. His smirk both infuriates and arouses you.

You bury your face in your tablet and try to concentrate on reading.

***

Jungkook and you have seats next to each other on the flight. It’s half empty, you plan on ditching Jungkook as soon as you take off.

Jungkook puts his hand on your arm as soon as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

‘Where are you going?’ he asks, whiny.

One thing you’ve realised about tired Jungkook is that he needs coaxing to sleep, otherwise he gets progressively needier.

‘Go sleep, baby,’ you say, fluffing his pillow for him.

‘Are you going to ditch me?’ he asks, suspicious.

‘Only to get some sleep,’ you tell him.

‘I thought you liked sleeping on me,’ mumbles Jungkook. You’re rubbing his shoulders, and he’s getting sleepier and sleepier.

You wait until his eyes close and his mouth drops open and he starts doing that huffing noise he does when he’s deeply asleep.

Finally.

You pick an empty row a few rows back and stretch out.

You’re jolted awake by a passenger announcement.

‘Can any medics on board please make themselves known to the cabin crew?’

You stand up abruptly and nearly collide with Jungkook, who’s already standing at the end of your row, reaching for you.

‘What do you think it is?’ he asks, pressing your call bell.

‘Hopefully nothing serious,’ you mutter, running a hand over your face, trying to wake up.

You and Jungkook were interns together and are now residents in different departments in the same hospital. Jungkook’s gone into emergency medicine and you’re trying out paediatrics.

‘Were you awake?’ you ask.

Jungkook nods. ‘I woke up cold,’ he says, looking at you accusingly.

‘Look how big you are, there was no point us both being squashed into two seats,’ you say.

A flight attendant comes to your row. ‘Can I help?’ she asks, pleasantly. The name on her pin says ‘Darla.’

‘We’re medics,’ Jungkook says.

You can see the way Darla’s taking in Jungkook’s gorgeous face, the muscles subtly delineated by his t-shirt and his grey sweats.

Your boyfriend’s a dish, there’s no doubt about it.

‘Come with me,’ she says.

You know you’re pretty too, Jungkook’s told you enough times over the last couple of years whilst you’ve been dating, but Jungkook’s dazzling.

The imposter in you sometimes wonders what he’s doing with you.

You shake your head to clear away your thoughts and snap to attention as the flight attendant leads you to a man in his forties, looking breathless.

There’s a woman next to him, looking worried. ‘He’s had radiotherapy for a lung tumour, about a year ago, and he’s just become breathless. He was fine earlier,’ she tells you.

Jungkook and you exchange a glance. You haven’t worked together in a while, but you remember that you were a great team when you had to work together at simulation days.

‘Let’s get some oxygen on him, and find out what kit’s available,’ you suggest.

Jungkook’s already opened the medical kit bag Darla’s handed him. He takes out a stethoscope and hands it to you, and you listen to the man’s chest.

You almost think you’re imagining it until you see the black tattooed dots on the left side of the man’s chest and it all comes together in your head.

‘Jungkook,’ you say, trying to keep your voice steady. ‘I can’t hear air entry on the left.’

Jungkook stares at you. ‘No air entry?’

You get the man to take his shirt off, noting how his trachea is deviated as you do. His lips are rapidly turning blue.

‘It's a pneumothorax. Got a needle?’ you ask.

Jungkook’s two steps ahead of you, drawing up lidocaine and opening a dressing pack.

You explain to the man, John, and his wife, Lin, that he has a collapsed lung, likely secondary to the combination of flying at altitude and his previous radiotherapy.

Jungkook’s looking at the sterile gloves, and you put your hand on his shoulder.

‘I think you’d be better at it,’ you tell him.

He nods, his hands steady as he administers lidocaine to numb the man’s skin. He’s going to put a needle in the man’s chest to decompress his collapsed lung and allow it to reinflate.

Jungkook looks at you before he continues, and you hope to god you haven’t got the diagnosis wrong. You arrange the airway kit in the order you’ll need to use it in in the event of it all going wrong.

Jungkook needles the man’s chest, and the sudden hiss of air nearly makes your knees buckle.

You were right. Thank fuck for that.

The man’s already breathing easier.

‘Thank you Dr Jeon,’ comes Darla’s breathy voice, and you nearly roll your eyes.

You help Jungkook tape down the cannula he’s left in the man’s chest, and attach a tap to it to be able to aspirate air if you need to.

You notice Jungkook's hands are trembling. It's the adrenaline wearing off, you feel pretty trembly yourself. You put your hand on his arm.

'Need a breather?' you ask.

Jungkook nods gratefully at you. You settle the man into a reclining position and ask him to let you know if he starts feeling breathless again.

'Do we need to make an emergency landing?'

You look up to see a man in a pilot’s uniform.

‘I’m Park Jimin, I’m co-captaining the plane.’

‘Y/N L/N,’ you say. ‘I’m one of the docs who came to help when the call went out. He’s got a pneumothorax, we’ve decompressed but it’s not definitive.’

‘We’re an hour away from starting landing protocols. Why don’t you come with us and speak to the docs on the ground?’ Jimin says.

You ask Darla to get you or Jungkook if the man starts to get worse again and follow him to the cockpit.

You speak to the doctors on the ground and decide it’s probably safer to continue with the scheduled flight than to divert.

When you get back, Jungkook’s back with your patient.

He passes you a bottle of water. ‘You ok, baby?’ he asks.

‘Yeah,’ you reply. ‘We’re landing in an hour. We should probably keep decompressing regularly until then.’

‘I’ve just aspirated,’ Jungkook says.

You and Jungkook sit with John and Lin until it’s time to land. Your patient’s received by the medical team on the ground and wheeled away on a stretcher.

You’re packing up your things to go when Jimin comes up to you again. ‘Thanks so much for your help,’ he says, smiling.

For the first time you notice how gorgeous he looks when he smiles. He pulls his hat off and shakes your hand.

‘It was both of us,’ you say. Jungkook nods to Jimin.

‘We should probably get your contact details, I’m sure the airline will want to thank you for your help,’ Jimin says.

Jungkook watches as you scribble your details on a clipboard for Jimin.

He smiles at you again before you leave.

‘What was that?’ Jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

‘What was what?’ you ask.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. ‘Here’s my number, Captain Park,’ he says, in a falsetto.

You burst out laughing. ‘Thank you for your service, Dr Jeon,’ you say, breathily.

Jungkook is laughing too. ‘She didn’t sound like that.’

‘Yes, she did. Let’s face it, you’re hot as fuck, Dr Jeon,’ you tease.

Jungkook tugs at your bag gently. ‘I’m hot as fuck for you,’ he says, waggling his brows comically.

‘What does that even mean?’ you ask, giggling.

‘It’s too bad we didn’t get a chance to get up to anything on board the flight,’ Jungkook laments as you’re queueing up for a taxi.

‘Flight sex is over-rated. Let’s have sex in our hotel instead,’ you suggest.

Jungkook brightens. ‘Great. I’m holding you to that.’

‘Damnit we should have asked Captain Park for his hat. You’d look sexy in a pilot’s uniform,’ you say to Jungkook.

Jungkook scoffs. ‘Please, I know what I look like. I could wear anything and you’d still love it.’

‘You’re such a cocky shit,’ you grumble.

Thing is, he’s right.

***

Jungkook’s walking towards you, and you’re admiring how handsome he looks in his black sweater.

‘Hey,’ you say, smiling at him invitingly.

‘Hey yourself,’ he says.

You tip your glass towards him. ‘Looking good, Kook.’

Jungkook leans in to brush his lips against your cheek. ‘Likewise, Y/N,’ he replies. His hand rests against the curve of your hip, and you feel a thrill despite the fact you’ve just spent the whole afternoon after arriving at the hotel in bed with him.

You turn back to your drink, and a moment later his hand brushes your cheek.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘What’s up?’

How can you explain to your gorgeous boyfriend that you’re feeling insecure about how gorgeous he is? He’s always seen you as confident, self-assured. You hate admitting any sort of weakness in front of him.

You paste a smirk on your face. ‘Nothing’s up at the moment,’ you say. You brush your hand across his groin, and he smiles at you, long, slow.

You straighten your back and take another sip of your drink. You’ll fake it until you make it.

***

You’re looking through the conference programme.

‘Where do you want to go first?’ Jungkook asks. He hasn’t touched his conference programme yet, he’s still clutching the coffee you picked up before heading in this morning.

‘I thought I’d do session 1,’ you say, frowning over the page.

Jungkook’s exclamation catches your attention. He’s being greeted by a group of people you recognise as doctors from the emergency department.

‘JK!’ says one guy, you think his name is Ed. ‘Let’s head to the main hall, they’re doing free massages before they start.’

Jungkook glances at you. ‘Fancy a free massage?’

‘I’m good,’ you say, smiling. ‘I’ll probably just go to session 1 and catch up with you after.’

Jungkook touches your arm. ‘Are you sure you’re ok, babe?’

You nod. ‘Yeah, see you in a bit.’

You head into session 1 and take a seat near the back. You’re looking through the list of posters when a voice next to you makes you look up.

You know that voice.

You look up, and straight into the intense gaze of Min Yoongi.

You haven’t seen him since he left for Japan for a fellowship two years ago.

He’s as beautiful as ever.

‘Is this seat taken?’ he asks, gesturing to the seat next to you.

You’re smiling. ‘It’s yours, Yoongi.’

His half-smile is equal parts sexy and affectionate. ‘You look –‘

‘Tired?’ you suggest, gesturing to your coffee.

‘Pretty,’ he replies.

You laugh. ‘You look pretty too, Yoongi.’

The last time you saw Yoongi, you were leaving his apartment having had a night of debauchery with him and Jungkook. The memory makes your cheeks burn.

Yoongi’s looking at you, perceptive as ever.

Before he can say anything, you ask, ‘Are you back now? Or just in town for the conference?’

‘I’m just here for the conference. I’m coming back, though, in six months.’

‘It’s great to see you,’ you say. You mean it. Yoongi was always lovely to you when you knew him. You haven’t kept in touch apart from the odd text, but you’ve always thought of him with fondness.

‘Are you here on your own?’ Yoongi asks.

‘With Jungkook,’ you reply. ‘He’s getting a massage.’

Yoongi’s laugh is warm, rich. ‘And here you are, learning about latest tech in lithotripsy.’

‘Am I a nerd?’ you wonder.

Yoongi smiles at you, but before he can say anything the lights dim and the lecture starts.

After the session you’re topping up your coffee with Yoongi when Jungkook comes up to you.

‘Yoongi!’ he says, genuine happiness in his voice as he gives Yoongi a hug in greeting.

Yoongi pats his back, and you sit back and admire the sight of your gorgeous boyfriend and your beautiful ex-lover embracing.

‘I thought I’d come with you to your next session,’ Jungkook says. ‘Where are we headed to?’

‘I wanted to go to advances in immunomodulation for bladder cancers,’ you say.

Jungkook blinks. ‘Ahhh… sure.’

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘I’ll go with you, if that’s ok.’

You’re actively trying not to sit between Jungkook and Yoongi, but somehow you end up in the middle anyway, squashed up between them in the tiny lecture theatre. Both their thighs press up against yours, and you can feel your cheeks getting warm at their proximity.

You take out the notepad you’ve been given and a pen.

Jungkook snorts. ‘Are you seriously taking notes? This is a conference.’

You roll your eyes but put your pen down.

‘I’m just kidding. You know I think it’s cute when you’re all dorky,’ Jungkook says.

You glance at Yoongi, and realise he’s also smiling at you.

You put both men out of your head as the lecture starts, and miss the glance Yoongi and Jungkook exchange.

Jungkook’s hand slides onto your thigh, massaging gently.

You’re trying to concentrate on the differences between the chemotherapy regimes when Yoongi’s hand lands on your other thigh.

You look at Yoongi first. He tilts his chin at you. ‘Is this ok?’ he asks, voice so low you have to fight a shiver.

You turn to Jungkook. ‘Is this ok, baby?’ he asks. You’re trying to modulate your breathing, because you’re breathing so fast you’re sure someone will catch on.

You lean back in your seat. There’s something oddly erotic about watching both men’s hands on your thighs. Jungkook turns a little in his seat, and his hard chest presses against your shoulder. His left hand slips under your skirt, and you suck in a breath as he runs his fingers over the cotton of your panties.

‘Are we really doing this?’ you squeak. ‘Right now?’

Jungkook responds by pushing your thighs apart. He looks at Yoongi, who’s still drawing circles high up on your inner thigh. Yoongi’s rings are cold against your skin, and your fingers squeeze around your pen as he tugs your panties aside.

He hums at the slickness he finds.

‘God, I’ve missed you,’ Yoongi whispers in your ear.

Jungkook’s thumb is rocking over your clit. ‘Your clit’s so swollen already,’ he says, in your other ear. ‘Fuck, do you like this, baby?’ He strokes up, and your hips move of their own accord.

Yoongi’s fingers are sliding against your folds. He leans over, lips brushing your cheek, as his fingers slide into you.

Jungkook’s hand is under Yoongi’s, cupping you, his thumb continuously stroking over your clit. He knows you so well, he’s made you cum with just his fingers exactly like this so many times over the last couple of years.

You’re so wet you can hear yourself. You bite your lip and bury your face in Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook cups your face. ‘Cum for us, baby,’ he whispers.

You tuck your face into Jungkook’s neck as Yoongi’s fingers scissor you open and Jungkook strokes at your clit. And then you’re cumming, trying not to make a sound.

Your thighs tighten together, and Jungkook murmurs, ‘good girl.’

Yoongi huffs out a breath, and you put your hands over both men’s forearms.

The first thing you see when the lights come back on is your boyfriend’s flushed face.

‘God, you’re so hot,’ he tells you. ‘You look so fucking pretty right now.’

Yoongi tucks your hair behind your ear and helps you straighten your skirt.

‘I think you’ve made a mess of my dress,’ you say, worried.

Jungkook is unrepentant, adjusting his trousers carefully before he stands. ‘Where are we going next?’ he asks.

***

You’re helping Jungkook button his shirt before you go out for dinner. He’s running his fingers through his hair, combing it away from his face.

‘You look so good,’ you tell him.

Jungkook looks down at you. ‘Ok, what’s going on?’ he asks.

He puts his arms down on the sink counter, caging you in between. ‘You’ve had this look in your eyes since we were on the plane,’ he tells you. ‘I don’t know what it is, but something’s bothering you.’

You don’t want to say it, it’ll sound so stupid, but he’s looking at you so intently the words come out anyway.

‘I’m not as pretty as you,’ you blurt out.

‘Few people are,’ Jungkook replies, reflexively. He laughs, then stops abruptly when he sees the expression on your face.

‘Are you serious?’ he asks, incredulous.

You bury your face in your hands. ‘Forget I said anything.’

‘You are serious,’ Jungkook marvels.

He tugs at your hands, pulling them away from your face.

‘Are you really insecure when you look like this?’ he asks. ‘Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. I’m hard right now just thinking about your face when you came on our hands earlier.’

He pushes his hips against yours, and you can feel his hardness.

‘Maybe I don’t tell you how pretty I think you are as often as I should,’ he says, ‘but I’m telling you right now that I think it all the time.’

‘All the fucking time,’ he tells you. He tilts your chin up so you’ll look at him.

‘I feel like an idiot,’ you say, pressing your hands to your cheeks.

‘You are,’ Jungkook agrees. ‘Come on, let’s go. The sooner we’re done with dinner the sooner we can get back and I can show you how pretty I think you are.’

***

You’re in a corner of the club Jungkook’s emergency room buddies dragged you both to, sipping your drink and watching as Jungkook downs shots.

Your romantic dinner segued into a rowdy club night, and you’re not feeling it tonight.

You head over to Jungkook, who curls an arm around you and nuzzles your neck.

‘I’m gonna head out,’ you say. ‘Do you have your room key, baby?’

Jungkook’s kissing your neck hungrily. ‘I can come with,’ he says.

‘Ok, sure,’ you say. He’s about to follow you out of the club when Ed grabs his shoulders.

‘JK!’ he cheers. ‘Where are you going? We’ve got more shots to do.’

You look up at Jungkook. He looks torn.

‘Stay if you like. I might go for a swim before bed,’ you tell him.

Jungkook looks at you for a moment longer. ‘Stay up for me?’ he asks.

‘Feel free to wake me if I’m asleep,’ you say, kissing him.

‘Want me to walk you back, love?’ he asks.

‘It’s next door,’ you scoff. ‘I’ll be fine.’

You look at Ed. ‘Get him back safe,’ you say. Ed’s not a bad guy, he’s been out with Jungkook before and you know he’s pretty reliable.

‘I’ll look after him,’ Ed promises.

You head back and strip off into a bathrobe and your swimsuit to go for a swim in the heated pool.

You’ve done a few laps when you realise you’re not alone in the pool.

Yoongi’s standing at the end of your lane, fully dressed.

‘Where’s your swimmers, Yoongi?’ you ask, swimming up to him.

He smirks at you. ‘Thought I’d swim naked.’

You laugh.

‘I’ve just been out for a run. I saw you heading down here and thought I’d say hello,’ Yoongi says.

You smile up at him. ‘I just needed some time away from people.’

‘Am I people?’ Yoongi wonders. He’s already sitting down in front of you.

‘These conferences are overwhelming,’ you say. ‘Plus Jungkook gets so much attention wherever he goes.’

‘Your boyfriend’s a good-looking guy,’ Yoongi agrees. He leans back on his hands.

‘Too good-looking for me?’ you ask.

Yoongi scoffs. ‘Jungkook’s a good man,’ he says. ‘Don’t let your own insecurities blind you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.’

You hoist yourself out of the pool, and grab your robe, slipping it on.

‘What happened to the girl I knew who got Jungkook to chase her around the damn hospital?’ Yoongi asks. His tone is gentle.

‘Everyone has insecurities,’ you say, shrugging. ‘I’m probably just going through a down cycle. I’ll be bouncing back before you know it.’

‘It’s ok to be a little fragile sometimes,’ Yoongi says.

‘Are you ever? Fragile?’ you ask.

Yoongi thinks about it before answering. ‘Yeah. Probably not about the same things you are. I’m worried about what it’ll be like coming back after nearly three years away. I’m worried I won’t find a woman who’ll love this face.’

You giggle. ‘I love your face.’

Yoongi chuckles. ‘You love everything about me,’ he says, and in that moment he sounds just like Jungkook.

You realise you have a type. You’re drawn to confidence, and although Yoongi and Jungkook aren’t similar physically, they both have a natural confidence you love.

‘Want to grab breakfast tomorrow?’ you ask, stifling a yawn.

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says.

You head back up to your room and run a bath. You’ve just settled into the sunken tub when you hear the door open.

Jungkook walks into the room.

‘Your tits look amazing,’ he says, openly ogling the tops of your breasts above the water.

‘You can come and play if you want,’ you say, gesturing to him with a soapy arm.

Jungkook’s already unbuttoning his shirt, slipping his trousers down.

‘How drunk are you, Jeon?’ you ask.

‘Pretty drunk,’ he says, sliding into the bath. You wrap your arms and legs around him and hold him. He leans into you, head tilting back to rest on your shoulder.

‘I’d better keep an eye on you. Wouldn’t want you to drown,’ you say.

You slide a hand down to his groin, fingers curling over his cock.

Jungkook groans and leans into you. He’s hardening as you stroke him, gasping as you pick up the pace.

‘It was bad of you to make me cum in that lecture earlier,’ you say, nibbling his earlobe. ‘I had to walk around sticky all day.’

He’s fully hard now, humming, closing his eyes as you slide your fist up and down.

You slide your other hand onto your clit, touching yourself.

‘I want to cum again just thinking about you touching me,’ you tell him.

You moan into his ear, and his cock twitches in your hand.

‘Shit,’ Jungkook says. He turns over suddenly, splashing bathwater everywhere, but you give no fucks, because he’s leaning back, pulling you onto his lap, sliding his cock into you.

‘Fuck, Jungkook,’ you gasp, as he fills you.

Jungkook grunts, squeezing your tits, tugging at your nipples.

You lean back and cup his balls, and Jungkook lets out a whine that sends a throb straight to your core.

‘Like that?’ you ask.

‘Fucking love it,’ Jungkook says. He buries his face in your neck, bucking his hips up into you. He thumbs your clit with one hand, and you tighten around him.

‘Good. You feel so fucking good,’ Jungkook pants.

He’s pulling your hips against his, thrusting up into you, and you marvel at how strong he is.

‘Gonna cum,’ he warns you.

You tighten your fingers in his hair, and he whines again. ‘Fucking cum for me, Jungkook,’ you tell him.

He slams his hips against yours, and then he’s cumming, holding you tight to him as he throbs inside you.

‘I’m sorry, my love, I couldn’t –’

You press your fingers to his lips. ‘Come on. Let’s get you in bed.’

You dry yourselves off and get into bed. You slide up against his back, curling your arm around his waist, flattening your cheek against his warm skin.

You kiss the back of his neck, and he hums with pleasure. ‘G’night, baby,’ he says.

‘Good night, Kookie,’ you say. You close your eyes and fall asleep tangled up with him.

***

When you wake up, Jungkook’s passed out, half on you. You push him off and kiss him on the forehead before rolling out of bed. He snorts in his sleep and rolls over.

Despite the early hour, Yoongi’s already waiting at the café. He looks fresh, pushing out a seat for you as you approach.

‘I got you a coffee,’ he says, ‘and a croissant.’

‘Thanks, Yoongs,’ you say. You nod at his hair. ‘By the way, if I haven’t said, you look hot with your new hair.’

Yoongi almost looks surprised. ‘This?’ he says, running his hand through his blonde undercut.

‘Yeah, seen yourself in a mirror lately?’ you ask.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Up for dinner tonight? There’s a seafood place near here I want to check out.’

‘Sounds good. I’ll just make sure Kookie’s up for it,’ you say, munching your croissant. ‘We can’t do anything rowdy though, I’ve gotta present my poster tomorrow.’

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says. ‘I’m doing a talk tomorrow too.’

You order a coffee and pastry for Jungkook and walk back to the conference hotel with Yoongi.

‘See you later,’ you say. Yoongi leans in to kiss you.

‘Sure, see you at the conference,’ he says.

When you get back up, Jungkook’s just stirring. He blinks sleepily at you. ‘Are we late?’

‘You have time, I got breakfast,’ you tell him. You put his coffee and pastry by the bed and give him a hug.

‘Mmmmm,’ Jungkook says appreciatively, sipping his coffee. ‘I love you.’

You laugh. ‘Are you talking to me or the coffee?’

‘Both,’ Jungkook says, immediately.

You strip off your clothes. ‘I’m gonna hit the shower whilst you have breakfast.’

Jungkook’s busy eating, getting croissant flakes all over the bed.

You’re signing in for the day with Jungkook when his friends approach, including a woman you don’t recognise.

She sidles up to Jungkook, smiling up at him. ‘Hey, I had such a good time last night,’ she says.

You raise an eyebrow. Jungkook smiles back, then turns to you. ‘Anna, this is Y/N, my girlfriend,’ he says, pulling you close.

Anna smiles at you. ‘Nice to meet you.’

‘Likewise,’ you say.

You slide in next to Jungkook for your first session. He’s chatting animatedly to Anna and Ed, discussing one of the colleagues they work with.

You doodle on your notepad, catch up on your emails and look through today’s programme. Jungkook nudges you and you realise he’s stolen your notepad.

You press a hand over your mouth to hide your laughter when you see the ejaculating cock and balls he’s drawn on your pad.

‘Do you mind,’ you say. ‘Do it on your own notepad.’

Jungkook leans into you. ‘I’m getting horny again,’ he says.

You stroke a hand over his forearm, and he flexes. ‘Can we go to dinner with Yoongi later?’

‘Sure,’ Jungkook says. ‘These guys want to go out after too.’

‘Don’t you have to do your presentation for tomorrow?’ you ask.

Jungkook looks supremely unbothered. ‘It’s a five-minute presentation. I’ll be fine.’

After the first session you head to one of the breakout rooms to attend a discussion about ultrasonography whilst Jungkook and his friends head to the main hall.

You spend the rest of the morning on your own.

When you come out for lunch, you spot Jungkook, Anna and Ed in the lunch queue. Anna’s got her hand on Jungkook’s forearm, and he’s smiling down at her.

For the thousandth time, you admire how gorgeous he looks.

What the fuck are you doing in this boring conference? You and Jungkook have come here together, and you feel like you’ve barely spent any time with him.

You miss him.

There’s only one thing for it.

You walk to Jungkook, Anna and Ed.

You put your hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, and go up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. ‘Wanna get out of here?’ you ask.

You lean back to see his reaction, and he’s smiling at you. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

***

Jungkook takes your hand as you leave the conference. ‘Should we get changed?’ he asks.

‘No. We’re going right now,’ you say, determined.

You take a half hour bus ride to the beach in your conference clothes. It’s a gloriously sunny day, and you spend too many days like this cooped up inside.

‘You’re gonna burn,’ Jungkook says, brushing your hair away from your face.

‘We’ll get SPF,’ you say. You make a quick pit stop and pick up sunscreen, slathering it on quickly as you make your way to the beach. It’s deserted on this random Wednesday, there’s barely anyone else here.

Jungkook’s tugging off his grey jacket, unbuttoning his white shirt, undoing his belt. He strips down to his briefs, and you take your cue from his complete lack of self-consciousness.

You unzip your dress and fold it onto Jungkook’s pile of clothes. Thankfully you’re wearing black lingerie. It’s too lacy to pass as a bikini but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Jungkook’s hands are warm as he smooths sunscreen over your shoulders. You do the same for him, your hands running over the planes and dips of his shoulders, his muscular back.

‘We should do this more,’ Jungkook says. He looks the most relaxed you’ve seen him since you got here.

‘Fuck the world federation of urological advances,’ you say. You grin at Jungkook. ‘Come on, race you to the water.’

Jungkook chases you to the water’s edge, and squealing, you crash into the surf.

You’re a better swimmer than he is, plunging into the water, swimming away from the shore. It’s the best you’ve felt in ages. You turn to check on Jungkook, and he tugs at your bare leg.

You try to kick him off, but he’s too strong, pulling you into his arms. He kisses you, and you both nearly go under.

You’re laughing as you surface. ‘Kook! Let go!’

‘I’m taking you down with me,’ he says, flailing comically in the water.

You go in for another kiss, and he shakes his head vigorously, splashing you.

You fool around in the water for a bit and swim back when you get tired. You’re lying in the sand next to Jungkook, drying off in the sun because you haven’t brought a towel.

Jungkook climbs on top of you, covering your body with his. His stomach growls.

‘You hungry baby?’ you ask.

‘Yeah. We haven’t had lunch,’ he reminds you.

‘Let’s go then,’ you say.

Your panties and bra are still wet. You take a quick look around before stripping them off and pulling your dress on.

‘Nice,’ Jungkook says. He sounds genuinely thrilled. He cups himself, tugging off his wet briefs. You cover him with your hands as he gets dressed.

You both look at the pile of wet underthings in the sand.

‘Let’s go,’ you say.

Chuckling, Jungkook grabs your hand and you leave the beach together.

***

‘There’s sand everywhere,’ Jungkook complains, dusting himself off in your hotel bathroom.

You slap his bare ass. ‘Here, let me get that off for you,’ you say, brushing at his cheeks with your hands.

Jungkook laughs and hiccups. You’d stopped to have a boozy lunch by the beach before heading back.

You turn on the shower. ‘Come on, let’s get clean.’

You’re soaping yourself up when Jungkook opens the shower door and steps in after you.

He steps up to you, pushing you against the wall, hand squeezing your ass.

His hardening cock pushes between your ass cheeks.

You hum encouragingly as he dips his head to tongue your breasts, licking at your nipples.

‘Skip the foreplay and just fuck me,’ you tell him.

Jungkook laughs darkly. ‘Yeah?’ He hooks a hand under your leg and pushes you hard against the wall.

You go up on your tiptoes and he pulls back, lining himself up and entering you with a smooth thrust.

You’re already stroking your clit, fingers split over where his cock joins you.

You’re convinced that the curve of Jungkook’s cock when he’s fully hard was designed specifically for you. He fits you so well. He’s thrusting into you now, holding up your leg, chest rubbing against yours.

‘Why can’t we do this all the time?’ he whines.

You’re arching against him, grabbing his ass. ‘Don’t know,’ you pant. ‘I’m close, Kook.’

‘Already?’ he taunts.

He circles his hips, grinding against you, water splashing all over you from his wet hair.

He pinches your nipples as he rolls his hips into you.

‘Go on, baby, take it,’ he chants, mouth opening to kiss you, tongue sliding into your mouth. He’s insistent, cock throbbing inside you, mouth hot and slick on yours.

He growls and bucks into you, stroking your hair, humming with approval as you cum on his cock.

‘I love this,’ he tells you, pulling back to look you in the eye. ‘I love you.’

He slows as your grip on him loosens, going back to a slow grind, breathing deep and slow.

‘I love you,’ you say, trailing kisses along his jaw, running your hands down his back, pulling him closer.

‘Say it again,’ he says.

‘I love you,’ you tell him, and he groans, long and loud, the steady rhythm of his hips stuttering as he cums inside you.

He stills against you, head dropping onto your shoulder. You push his hair back from his forehead.

Like this, his arms wound around you, his mouth on your neck, it’s easy, so easy to let your insecurities fall away.

***

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow at you and Jungkook as you meet him at the restaurant for dinner.

‘How did you get a tan between this morning and now?’ he asks.

Jungkook smiles at you, hand warm in yours. ‘Went to the beach,’ he tells Yoongi.

Yoongi takes it in his stride. ‘Heard there was one close by,’ he says. ‘Come on, let’s eat.’

After dinner, you wait with Jungkook and Yoongi for a taxi.

‘You sure you don’t want to come out?’ Jungkook asks.

‘Nah, you go, babe. I’m gonna swim then maybe practice my presentation for tomorrow.’

Jungkook leans in to kiss you. ‘Wait up for me?’ he asks, with a smile.

‘Gonna make it worth my while?’ you ask.

‘You know I’m good for it,’ he replies.

He waves you and Yoongi off in the taxi. You turn to Yoongi. ‘It’s been great seeing you,’ you tell him.

You can’t quite see his eyes in the darkness of the taxi, but you see the flash of his teeth as he smiles. ‘I’m glad to see you and Jungkook are going strong.’

‘I love him,’ you tell Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. ‘I see it. You’re good together.’

You’re swimming laps whilst Yoongi sits at the end of the pool on his laptop when Jungkook walks in.

You watch as Jungkook walks to you, completely comfortable in his swim trunks, chest bare, tattoos on show.

‘What are you doing here, babe?’ you ask. He plunges into the pool.

‘I missed you,’ is all he says. He snaps the strap of your swimsuit and swims away before you can catch him.

You swim a few laps together and bid Yoongi goodnight.

Jungkook’s laid back against the headboard of the bed, watching as you dry off after your shower.

You catch his eye in the mirror. ‘You ok, Jungkook?’

He smiles at you and pats the bed next to him. ‘I miss you,’ he says, rather sweetly.

You sit on the bed next to him, turning towards him.

You run your fingers through his hair, arching your head back as he presses kisses down your neck.

‘I want you,’ you tell him, hand against his heart.

Jungkook lifts your hand to his mouth, kissing your fingers with a tenderness that moves you. You lift your other hand to the nape of his neck, kissing him back. His mouth is warm, his taste sweetly familiar.

He whines a little as you curl your fingers into his hair and pull.

You love the sound of his voice, the neediness in it, the way it goes husky and breathy when he gets aroused. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the way Jungkook sounds when you’re kissing him.

He’s cupping the back of your head as he devours you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, setting a rhythm he’ll duplicate when he’s inside you.

‘Jungkook,’ you say, as he pulls back to breathe. His gaze falls to your swollen lips.

‘I love the taste of you,’ he tells you. He pushes his fingers into your mouth. ‘Here.’

His other hand’s tugging your robe apart, reaching for the wetness of your pussy. ‘And here,’ he says, licking his fingers clean, eyes on yours as his tongue slips between them.

Your nipples harden when the heat of his gaze lands on them. He holds you still as he dips his head to wet them with his tongue. ‘Goddamn, these tits,’ he says, pressing his lips to your breast in an open-mouthed kiss.

‘Like them?’ you ask, breathless. You’re desperate for friction at this point, your hips rolling against his thigh. You don’t even remember straddling him.

‘Baby, I like every fucking thing about you,’ Jungkook tells you. ‘Come ride me.’

***

Yoongi smiles at you as you return to your seat after presenting your poster. ‘Great job, Y/N.’

‘Thanks,’ you say.

Jungkook’s scribbling some notes for his presentation, having left it to the last minute despite you reminding him a number of times since you got to the conference.

You leave Jungkook to it and go and get coffee with Yoongi.

‘I’m going to miss you,’ you tell him. You mean it, it’s the last day of the conference, you’ve really enjoyed hanging out with him again and you don’t know when you’ll next meet.

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair.

‘I’ll miss you too. I’ll get in touch when I get back, ok?’

‘You’d better,’ you say. You touch his arm. ‘I’d better bring Jungkookie some coffee.’

You stop by the corner Jungkook’s parked in, where he’s still furiously scribbling.

‘You’ll be fine, Jungkook,’ you tell him.

He looks up at you, worried. ‘I haven’t practised it.’

‘You’ll be fine,’ you say. You kiss the top of his head. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’

You’ve learned over time that Jungkook’s a perfectionist, always working at things to get them exactly how he wants them. It’s an aspect of his personality you didn’t find out about until you got to know him better, he’s always come across as effortlessly confident. It’s endearing, you try to support him as best you can.

You and Yoongi spend the rest of the morning going to other sessions until he has to give his lecture.

As he walks up to the stage, you admire how confident and beautiful he looks in his suit. His low voice resonates through the room as he talks through his slides, and you’re sure you’re not the only one sighing at how polished he is.

‘Fuck, that was hot,’ you tell him when he walks back to you.

Yoongi laughs. ‘TCCs are such a sexy topic, aren’t they?’

‘They’re sexy as fuck when you’re talking about them,’ you say. You’re not even teasing him.

Yoongi just chuckles. ‘Come on, let’s check on JK.’

Jungkook, to your surprise, looks more frazzled than ever. ‘Baby, are you ok?’ you ask, concerned.

He looks up at you. ‘I can’t do it. I haven’t prepared enough.’

You’re about to reply when Yoongi steps forward.

‘You’re fine, Jungkook. It’ll be fine,’ he says, reassuring, hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook’s unconvinced.

You all go to Jungkook’s session. As they announce his name, he shoots you a panicked glance but gets up.

He steps onto the podium, slides on display behind him, and he freezes.

You see it, the way his eyes flit around the room before landing on you.

You grab Yoongi’s arm.

Yoongi’s looking at you.

‘He’s freezing,’ you say. You look at Yoongi worriedly.

Yoongi’s already up. ‘I’ll take care of it.’

The seconds tick by, and you don’t know where Yoongi’s disappeared to, but you know you can’t do nothing. You’re halfway up to the podium when the fire alarm goes off.

You reach Jungkook and grab his arm.

The fire marshall starts evacuating the hall, and you wrap your arm around Jungkook, walking with him to the exit.

Yoongi appears next to you, taking your arm.

‘Come on,’ he says. You, Jungkook and Yoongi detour into what looks like supply closet. Yoongi locks the door behind you.

‘Did you do that, Yoongi?’ you ask, looking at him incredulously.

In response, Yoongi brushes shattered glass off his sleeve.

Jungkook bursts out laughing. ‘Fuck.’

You grab Yoongi and kiss him. ‘Fuck.’

Yoongi stiffens in your arms for just a second, and then he’s kissing you back. His lips are warm. He pulls back, and then Jungkook’s kissing him.

It’s the hottest thing you’ve seen in your life.

Your breath quickens as Jungkook reaches out and pulls you between them.

You’ve been here before, and you know you’re going to enjoy every second of this.

Jungkook’s tongue is hot on your neck as he kisses down, unzipping your dress, pushing it off your shoulders.

Yoongi’s rings are cool on your skin as he pushes your dress the rest of the way down. As soon as your ass is bared Jungkook pushes his clothed cock against it.

‘Fuck,’ you utter as Yoongi takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks at it, making you moan.

Your hands reach out blindly. Jungkook grinds his rapidly hardening cock against your hand, and Yoongi hisses as your other hand brushes across his groin.

‘Clothes off,’ you say, and in moments, you hear the clink of belt buckles, the scritching of zippers.

You take a moment to admire how gorgeous the two men in front of you look.

Yoongi smirks at you. ‘Gonna let me into that pretty pussy?’ he asks. His hand’s curled over his rigid erection.

Jungkook laughs darkly. ‘You want us both at the same time, don’t you?’

You’d be affronted at how cocky he looks if you weren’t so fucking turned on.

You drop to your knees in front of Jungkook, and he taps his cock against your mouth. He’s already so hard it looks painful.

Yoongi’s kneeling behind you, fingers kneading your ass. His hand cups you, and he hums with approval when he feels for himself how wet you are.

‘Ready for me,’ he says. It’s not a question. He knows you are.

You turn to smile at him.

Yoongi smiles back. He's stunning like this, hair sticking to his forehead.

In front of you, Jungkook’s angling his cock to feed it through your parted lips. You lean back to lick along the underside of him, and his fingers tilt your chin so you meet his eyes.

‘Baby, if I forget to tell you later, I fucking love the way you look when your mouth is full of my cock,’ he tells you.

You would laugh but he’s smearing his pre-cum over your lips, then pushing into your mouth. ‘Get it wet for me,’ he says.

Yoongi’s hands are on your hips, he’s easing his way into you gently despite his words from earlier. ‘You’re a fucking angel,’ he says, sighing when he’s fully sheathed in you. You wriggle your hips, adjusting the angle, and he reaches down the front of your pelvis to roll his fingers over your clit.

Jungkook’s moaning as he rocks his hips against your face, thrusting into your mouth.

‘Baby,’ he says.

You don’t think you’d be capable of speech even if he wasn’t filling your mouth.

The stretch of Yoongi’s cock is so good. You haven’t fucked in years, but he was always so good to you. He’s still being good to you, cupping your breasts, rocking his fingers over your clit as he fills you.

Your orgasm rips through you like a live thing, destroying you in its wake. Yoongi’s there, holding you up as you pulse around his cock. Jungkook’s hand is threaded through your hair still.

‘You like that,’ Yoongi groans, and again, it’s not a question. He pulls out of you, hand working his cock quickly, urgently, before you feel the warmth of his cum on the cleft of your ass.

Jungkook’s hand tightens in your hair, and he pulls out quickly.

‘Fuuuck,’ he says, drawn out like a sentence. ‘You’re a piece of art, baby.’

You moan at the feel of Yoongi’s cum sliding down between your ass cheeks. Jungkook kisses you quickly.

‘I’m gonna fuck Yoongi’s cum back into you,’ he tells you, and then he’s behind you, holding you up against his chest as he uses his cock to smear Yoongi’s cum over you before plunging inside.

Yoongi’s in front of you now, kissing you deeply. He pulls back, stroking your hair back from your forehead.

‘I’ve missed the fuck out of you,’ he tells you, quietly. It’s unexpectedly tender.

Jungkook’s grinding against you now, emptying himself into you with a deep sigh.

A knock at the door has you all scrambling. Yoongi’s up and dressed quickly, whilst Jungkook helps you get your dress back on. He steadies you as you tuck him back into his trousers.

‘You ok, baby?’ he asks, sliding an arm around your waist as Yoongi unlocks the door.

‘Yeah. This was some conference,’ you say, and Jungkook laughs.

Yoongi leans forward to kiss you again. ‘It’s not always like this,’ he says, so straight-faced it takes you a second to work out he’s joking.

‘You mean, you don’t always have sex in broom closets?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

‘Not usually,’ Yoongi says. He grins at you. ‘I don't usually set off the fire alarm, either.’

Jungkook chuckles. ‘Saved my ass again, hyung.’

‘But not mine,’ you grumble. Your panties are a mess, you can feel cum drying on the insides of your thighs.

Yoongi pulls you both into a hug. ‘I should go. I’ll get in touch when I’m back,’ he says.

You and Jungkook watch him walk away.

‘He’s good, isn’t he?’ Jungkook says.

You smile up at Jungkook. ‘Come on, let’s go home.’

Jungkook curls his arm around your shoulders and drops a kiss on your head, and you get the fuck out of there.

©hamsterclaw 2022

[venusianbbaby]

Astrology Signs

(Career/Work/Jobs)

This is a little information post with resources about astrology signs and these things ^ I would love to hear if you have any comments or questions :)

If it doesn’t resonate, it could have to do with other things in your chart and your life!!! You can look to your sun sign, sixth house sign, and tenth house sign.

Aries -

athletes, may like military, marketing?? firefighting (emergency services), involving defense + fighting, mechanic?? trainers, management?? enforcement jobs.

something that helps you or involves self, aren’t scared to do anything lol

Taurus -

photographers, desk job?? into design, arts (fashion, artist, ect), security job, real estate, accountant, likes music, i also read dog walker lol it’s fitting.. service jobs too

need a low energy environment, sales person, someone into arts, likes routine and it to be stable..

Gemini -

writers, journalism, something involving media, fashion, self-employment, teachers, involves social media?? also communication/information, reporters, may be babysitters, plans things/events,

likes to do what they want (things like making your own schedule) and restless..

Cancer -

healthcare, teachers^, jobs involving family matters, maybe daycare worker, they like cooking/gardening, catering, bartending, administers, managers..

like appreciation in their jobs, are hard workers, likes history too

Leo -

great salesperson, make-up artists, good at planning things (parties ect), consultant?? manager/CEO, architect?? actors, jobs that use strategy??

can do great in leadership roles and where they can express themselves..

Virgo -

healthcare/medicine, nurses, public services, assistants?? critic lol, investing/stocks, tech, accountant?? veterinarian, housekeepers??? are perfectionist and kind in work field..

Libra -

hairstylist (involving hair), likes design, counselors, job involving law (lawyers/judges), good at planning, finance, arts (dancing painting ect)?? office jobs?? influencer, good at speaking.. human resources lol..

Scorpio -

jobs involving death?? tax?? therapist?? forensics, detectives, psychologist or psychiatrist, surgeons, scientist?? involving power (politics)?? work involving sex, likes challenges, may like complex job?? involving details..

Sagittarius -

professors/teachers?? jobs involving travel, law, public, pilots (flying), hotel industry, physical jobs, coaches?? academic careers, ambassadors??

can adapt and change for it, like to be on the go, likes adventuring/exploring and independence..

Capricorn -

business owners/entrepreneurs, corporate people, directors or administrators?? involving banks?? doctors?? cashier job lol (money), labor jobs, secretary??

like to have authority and status..

Aquarius -

astrologers :) involving weather, engineers/electricians?? technology?? researchers, farmers?? welfare, astronomy, inventors, trainer?? planner.

they like intellectual things and possibilities can be endless..

Pisces -

pharmacist, jobs involving helping, therapist?? astrology^?? instructors, designers, babysitting, something involving creating, painting/photography, spiritual people/psychics..

imaginative people who don’t like boring work environments, are creative..

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

I wanted to wait!! But I wait no more!! Ask the pack, What’s everyone’s college majors and what are your plans for after school?

"Biology." Seungmin says matter of factly, as you raise your hand at the same time he speaks.

"Also Biology." You offer him a fond smile. "That's how we met. Study buddies."

"More like Fuc-" Jisung starts to say, but doesn't get the rest of his sentence out before Seungmin hits him hard in the side.

"No two biology fields are the same though." Seungmin continues once Jisung is suitably subdued, gasping for breath beside him. "I'm going into the pharmacological side of things. Hopefully once I get my masters, I'll pursue a job making high end medicines for drug companies."

"So a glorified drug dealer." Jeongin quips with a wicked grin, and Seungmin rolls his eyes, but doesn't instantly attack him.

Perks of being the baby, you guess.

"And I'm on the forensic side of things." You parrot, thinking about how to put your career goals into words. "I wanna work with Medical Examiners in the lab and in the field to collect and analyze data and materials gathered from crime scenes."

"I've never realized how many of us are some sort of science major." Hyunjin remarks, brow cocked.

"I mean. How else would we all meet?" Jisung quips back, shrugging slightly. "I'm an Animal Science major. I'm not great at the mathematic and equation side of things, but I kick ass when it comes to holding down a feisty patient that doesn't want to cooperate for their vaccinations." He grins. "I'm hoping to get a job as a tech at the emergency animal hospital downtown."

"Pretty sure my cats love him more than they love me." Minho sighs regretfully, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend. "Which is a crime."

Hyunjin raises his hand now. "I'm also a science major. Chemistry, mainly. I do however have a minor in art." He smiles and cocks his head in an endearing sort of way that reminisces a curious puppy. "Ultimately, I'd love to teach kids eventually-Chemistry and Art."

Minho sighs. "I'm a dance major. Everyone already knows that. Surprise." He waves his hands sarcastically, and Felix laughs from beside him. "End goal is hopefully not teaching kids at the community center. I'd love to dance professionally someday on stage."

Changbin clears his throat and everyone turns to him next in anticipation. "Music major. Mainly composing and lyricism. I don't produce a whole lot of my own stuff. I work with people to get their stuff ready for the public. I'm hoping to secure a private studio with Chan-hyung some day and we can team up as a producing team."

Chan nods. "Yeah, I'm in the music department as well. I actually write and produce a lot of my own stuff, and Bin usually critiques it for me. He has a really great eye. Us joining forces when we can get our own studio space would be amazing."

Felix leans his head on Minho's shoulder and speaks up next. "I'm a kinesiology major. Basically it's just a fancy way of saying I want to become a physical therapist who specializes in dance injuries and dancer movements. Think of a PT for a sports team, but for a dance team. So Minho-hyung and I hang out in the same department more times than not."

"And I am undecided." Jeongin announces proudly, once again, the baby of the pack. Felix pinches his cheek. "I am, however, leaning toward teaching. I wanna teach little kids-like kindergarten or something."

"Yeah, because you are a little kid." Jisung mutters under his breath, and Jeongin launches himself across the open space to the tackle the beta, already giggling.

"Anyone wanna be a relationship counselor?" Chan sighs from beside you, watching the two boys tussle on the floor.

[your-krazy-uncle-bob]

By now everybody has heard the horror stories about learning loss suffered during the pandemic.

Shutting down schools for months or more, it turns out, wasn’t such a hot idea. Who could have guessed? Politicians are scrambling to escape blame, parents are getting madder by the minute, and editorialists are doing their chin-stroking think pieces about how unfortunate this all is–as if they weren’t at least as blameworthy for the crisis as anyone.

Yet the pediatric education crisis is only the most obvious of the many horrible consequences of the COVID fascist policies. Doctors on the front lines of pediatric medicine are being taught a real-time lesson in reality: immune systems work by fighting off bugs, developing defenses through exposure to bacteria and viruses. Because of this fact, the 2+ years of making children into “bubble boys” protected from every disease has made many children defenseless against the everyday bugs that plague everybody.

Katherine Wu at The Atlantic tells the tale:

At the height of the coronavirus pandemic, as lines of ambulances roared down the streets and freezer vans packed into parking lots, the pediatric emergency department at Our Lady of the Lake Children’s Hospital, in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, was quiet. It was an eerie juxtaposition, says Chris Woodward, a pediatric-emergency-medicine specialist at the hospital, given what was happening just a few doors down. While adult emergency departments were being inundated, his team was so low on work that he worried positions might be cut. A small proportion of kids were getting very sick with COVID-19—some still are—but most weren’t. And due to school closures and scrupulous hygiene, they weren’t really catching other infections—flu, RSV, and the like—that might have sent them to the hospital in pre-pandemic years. Woodward and his colleagues couldn’t help but wonder if the brunt of the crisis had skipped them by. “It was, like, the least patients I saw in my career,” he told me. That is no longer the case.

Across the country, children have for weeks been slammed with a massive, early wave of viral infections—driven largely by RSV, but also flu, rhinovirus, enterovirus, and SARS-CoV-2. Many emergency departments and intensive-care units are now at or past capacity, and resorting to extreme measures.

At Johns Hopkins Children’s Center, in Maryland, staff has pitched a tent outside the emergency department to accommodate overflow; Connecticut Children’s Hospital mulled calling in the National Guard. It’s already the largest surge of infectious illnesses that some pediatricians have seen in their decades-long careers, and many worry that the worst is yet to come. “It is a crisis,” Sapna Kudchadkar, a pediatric-intensive-care specialist and anesthesiologist at Johns Hopkins, told me. “It’s bananas; it’s been full to the gills since September,” says Melissa J. Sacco, a pediatric-intensive-care specialist at UVA Health. “Every night I turn away a patient, or tell the emergency department they have to have a PICU-level kid there for the foreseeable future.”

Of all the viruses out there to worry about, COVID-19 should have been near the bottom of the list of concern when it comes to children. Rather than using intelligence and reason, policymakers and some parents who got freaked out by the COVIDiots shoved every child they could into a germ free bubble to protect them from a disease that wasn’t terribly dangerous for them.

Many doctors knew that this was insanely stupid, but few had the courage to speak up. And those who did were vilified mercilessly. Some had their license to practice medicine threatened–including Minnesota’s current candidate for governor Scott Jensen.

For a while it seemed a miracle happened: kids weren’t quite so snot-nosed as usual. See! Protection works!

The long-term result? Kids are more vulnerable to diseases to which they should have developed immunity by now. And they are getting worse cases, more frequently, and winding up in understaffed pediatric ICU units. Pediatric ICU units that had often cut staff and beds because demand during the pandemic was abnormally low.

One of the great lies of public policy is that there needn’t be any trade-offs. Everything can be a win-win. Yet usually that is not the case. In the real world you balance risks vs rewards, costs vs benefits, and find messy solutions for even messier problems. People get sick, have accidents, deal with tragedies. You do what you can, but life inevitably happens. You can mitigate risks, but not eliminate them. And often you have to balance competing risks.

Yet with COVID, policy makers took the exact opposite approach, treating the virus as the ultimate evil and everything else was worth sacrificing to reduce COVID infections. This was always insane.

From the beginning of the pandemic it was obvious who was at most risk–very old and very sick people–and we should have focused our energies on protecting the people at most risk. Everybody else needed to get on with our lives.

We did the opposite. Politicians put COVID patients into nursing homes, killing off thousands of people prematurely. And at the same time they demanded children be isolated–shut up in homes planted in front of a computer to get their now revealed-to-be-worthless “education.” Not only was COVID not particularly dangerous to these kids, but lack of exposure to the unavoidable illnesses of childhood has left the kids more vulnerable to severe illness and death from common viruses.

Early on in the pandemic I got involved in the anti-lockdown movement, and I was struck by how taboo it became to refer to the immune system as a defense against illness. It was not uncommon to be accused of the most vile motives for suggesting that natural immunity can be a good and necessary thing. Vaccines depend upon stimulating the immune system, not some magic hocus pocus.

Our masters in politics and the media decided to bet on the magic, and everybody else is paying the price.

As I wrote yesterday, some are now calling for a COVID amnesty–a mass forgiveness for all the harm done by the COVID policy madness. My answer is no, not because making mistakes is unforgivable. All of us make mistakes and we all deserve more than a bit of grace when we do.

My answer is “hell no” because the COVID fascists at the top knew that what they were doing was wrong–how could they not after it became obvious?–and did it anyway. For money. For power. To transform society to their liking. That is unforgivable.

If the powers-that-be want amnesty then we need a “truth and reconciliation commission,” as they did in South Africa after Apartheid fell. Lay it all out on the table. The good. The bad. The ugly. The people who did this need to be exposed and to beg forgiveness.

Short of that, my solution is to politically destroy every COVID fascist politician and grind their careers into the dust.

What really is unforgivable about all this is that progressive adults were willing to inflict this horror on children for their own false sense of security.

[the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond]

Star Wars Ultimate Sheet 2.0

Okay so I have rework slightly on my previous character sheet for Star Wars. Same as the previously, it have made as an help to develop your original star wars character, but also canon etc... I use it to put down all my ideas for a character, as well than picking up some ideas to develop an OC whith competence than I wasn't thinking of before (like picking up details for an unusual weapon, or crafting skill etc)... Of course the sheet isn't fully complete, there is a lot of hobbies, skills, personnality trait that I haven't put there, but please, please, feel free to add anything you wish, or MP me if you have more idea to add or anything to correct! Also of course you can use it as you wish, and don't complete all informations!

INTRODUCTION

Name - gender – race – age – sexuality – homeworld

 GLOBAL Nickname – place of residence – main languages spoken - their ship/speeder/mount owning name/class – marital status – pet? – education level

BACKGROUND + ERA in which era your character is evolving – summary & main backstory info (ex: your family caste, previous work etc.)

BODY DETAIL shape – height - hair – eyes - skin - freckles – scars – birthmark – cybernetic – tattoo – prominent feature - natural hair color – accent - etc.

DISABILITIES / or chronic heal condition etc.?

RELATIONSHIP family - lover/partner - allies – enemies – friends - famous connection - mentor - student

ALIGNEMENT chaotic/neutral/lawful - good/neutral/evil - faction - religion

ACTIVITY career/ job – etc.

GOAL

PROFICIENCIES

STRENGHT stamina - athletic

DEXTERITY acrobatics - stealth/sneaky - sleight of hand/thievery - insight - piloting

INTEL investigation – perception - history: native/faction/other culture – quick learner – language – tactical (strategy making) – adaptation – cartology

WISDOM nature knowledge: animal handling/taming, fauna/floral specialist, herbalism, surviving, gardening, farming – biology mastering: emergency medicine, medicine, chirurgical, cyber-prosthesis technician, alchemy, biochemical etc. – teaching – force knowledge: jedi order, sith order, ancient red sith science and magic, planet mystics (Gungan on Naboo, Voss, Nightsister, etc.), minor cult etc. – astrology – geology – protocol - demolition

CHARISMA deception – intimidation - persuasion – debating – diplomacy – leadership – acting

TECH slicing - engineering -tech maintenance – droid/machine technician -

CRAFTING forge: armor/weapons - sewing/embroidery/colorist textile(dye)/leatherworking/ etc. – handcrafting: wood, pottery, plasteel, etc. - cooking/bakery/mixology -

ART writing: lyrics, poetry, books etc. – drawing: tagging/painting/ etc. – dancing (style?) – singing – playing instrument –

INVENTORY does they have a special object of which they are proud? – what contain the bag/ belt pouch they often carry around?

ABILITIES

FIGHT weapon: type, left/right/ambidextrous and medium/heavy/light - explosive - medical fields - night battle - Melee/mid-distance/distance/far distance - riding fight - artillery, etc.

WEAPON one/dual/two hands in one - shaft - cultural weapon - vibroblade/vibrosword/vibroaxe/ vibrostaff - flamethrower - grenade - missile/rocket - combat gloves - sniper rifle - hold-out pistol - blaster rifle - blaster pistol - gatling - energy canon - experimental weapon - laser bow/crossbow - shield, etc.

ARMOR light/medium/heavy/none - stealth and/or technologic suit - secret weapon inside suit (like Theron Shan bracelet/Mandalorian etc.) + outfit style: casual/formal/fancy/plain/comfortable/sportive/smuggler/sithy/jedi etc.

LIGHTSABER barrier - throw - Telekinetic lightsaber combat technique - sith alchemy(DS)/ force weapon ritual(LS) - jedi stance discipline (Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, Ataru, Shien/Djem So, Niman, Juyo/Vaapad) - new jedi order stance (Strong, Medium, Fast) - wielding style (dual, solo, pike, double-bladed, Lightwhip) - other fighting Forms and Style (Unorthodox and Hybrid Fighting Methods, Trispzest, Tràkata, Sokan, Dun Möch, Lus-ma, Su ma)

FORCE ABILITIES

Light side: force listening (communicate with someone while not speaking their native tongue) – animal friendship - plant surge – Severe Force/Force light (jedi only user is directly attacking a Dark Side user's connection to the Force and negating their ability to communicate with it)-

‘Gray’: healing (revitalize other ppl, hibernation trance themselves, dark transfer, rez) - psychometry/retrocognition² (feeling memories of people who have touched an object) – telekinesis (force barrier, lightening: shock, lightening channeling; force push², force blast², &force burst, &force grip, &force wave, &force repulse, force destruction, force crush, deflection, whirlwind, &storm,  slow, shadowstrike, stealth², &pyrokinesis, &force travel(DS)  -  &levitation/flight – force sense (tracking, traumatic events, physical danger to a loved one, interconnectivity to the universe) – &force illusion (conjure projections, apparitions, or even Force projections of themselves, hiding their signature from the force)- precognition – body enhancement (running, charging, jump; berserk, agility, strength, unbreakable will, ) - &metamorphosis (shape into that of another person, creature, or entity, mask: reshape an individual's appearance, altering the subject at the molecular level ) –

Dark Side: &force walk (interacting with ghosts, bind them to the user ) - &life manipulation (dark side only, force drain: life sucking from another person; Midi-chlorian Manipulation; dimmish: damage to an opponent's health and vitality) –  control² (mechu-deru: mechanical structures could be bound to the will of the user and imbued with the force, creating technobeast // mind trick/control, emotions, mind probe, crushing darkness/horror/insanity, malacia: troubling opponent equilibrium, stun, stasis²,) -  &Battle Meditation (mass mind control) - &Corruption (force plague) - Dathomir magic (traditional Allyan Magic//Shadow magic: force healing, bubble shield, whirlwind, teleportation, enhance physical, Nightsisters talismans crafting, mommies rez, conjure solid items, communicate with the other realm, rituals, spirit-conjuring techniques linked with Nature, heartshadow: foresee the various possible futures, scrying: peeping, Mesmerism : mind domination) – old sith sorcery (diseases such as rakghoul, rituals) – old sith alchemy (permanently alter an item or living being, nefarious toxins, crafting artefacts, creative dark side creature, enhance the strength of weapons and armor, Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut : waking dead servitor) -

PERSONALITY

INTEREST sleeping; romance; friends; one-night stand; imagination; creating; flora; fauna; photography/video; reading; food; conversation; fashion; entertainment; fighting; debating; ruling; credits; pranks; droid; spaceship; etc.

CHARM lively – confident – persuasive – charming – chatty – diplomatic – cheeky – cocky - popular – funny - friendly

NEGATIVE - cruel -  mean - etc.

MOOD active - calm – dynamic - cheerful – lazy -  // childish – mature // aggressive //  adventurous – creative – enthusiastic – intuitive – optimistic

PERSONAL sociable – loud – quiet – reserved - unconfident – self-deprecating – humble – proud - arrogant // authentic – honest – manipulative – ambiguous – helpful – unreliable // shy – extrovert //  neat -  // realistic -

RELATION possessive –insecure - understanding – arrogant // Loyal – respectful - insolent – polite  // affectionate – gentle  // selfish – easy-going – generous - // magnanimous -

R dominating – bossy – ambitious – power-anger -  submissive // careful - conscientious - focused – adaptable – determined – deliberate - impulsive – patient - stubborn - truthful – unpredictable -  hard-working - meticulous// frank – bold – tactless // argumentative – circumspect – //

L lucky – unlucky - clumsy //  fearless – prudent – cowardly  - brave - // spoiled - // silly – crazy - wise //

OUTBURST delusion – berserk - excited - obsessed - despair – angry - belligerent -  stress crisis

CODEX

- and // is to separate two ideas

italic is the main idea of something who is developping after the word

& in force abilities means that it's a very very strong technique

² in force abilities means it's a rare and moderate hard technique

DS: Dark Side force technique

LS: Light Side force technique

CREDIT & MORE

All the dividershave been made by the fantastic @firefly-graphics

An old character sheet that I have made some times ago, in a roleplay chart character style for Star Wars

Swtor era: The Alliance personal headcanon & worldbuilding

An awesome name generator for SW, based or races!

SW character generator (Race, faction, homeworld, Ship, weapon)

SW Galaxy Map + ressource for this map

The Ultimate Star Wars reference link, very useful (I don't even know why I have lost my time searching for all my link reference when this guide is just so complete fjsdjdjdjsdk)

More SW resource link because we never had enough

My alt blog SW resource tag in case you search even more references

Medic writing resource: 1 2 3 4

Togruta: * and **

Sith pureblood culture: red sith face, red sith biology, red sith global links of worldbuilding of @fluffynexu

Sith tattoo *

A big SW worldbuilding links by @badsithnocookie (jedi & sith culture, language etc)

GAR: batalion organization;

Jedi resources by GFFA and more jedi

... I will probably add more later or made a special post...

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Thanks you'all for reading this post, again if anyone wants to add or correct something please feel free to said anything. You can freely use this "sheet" as you please! :)

[tanadrin]

In Khardhamma, there is a profession called vrassir, which has emerged only in the modern period. The vrassir is a quintessential symbol of modernity, in fact, in the same way that the automobile, electric lighting, or vaccines are. The word originally applied to a kind of minor clergyman. These ancient vrassir, unlike the fully-consecrated lhagai, did not reside on temple grounds, married and had children, and often even had a second profession. As the temple-bureaucracy expanded and the state religion became a major avenue of social organization, the role of the vrassir was expanded to include charitable work in the community; common second professions for vrassir came to include medicine (in its pre-scientific form), legal services (especially on behalf of the poor), and education.

Professionalization and bureaucratization in the 19th century affected Khardhamma no less than it did other parts of the globe, but the role of vrassir expanded rather than contracted; it became freestanding even as the formal hierarchy of a state-supported religion was replaced with a secular one, and now the only trace the office bears of its clerical inheritance is the outfit worn on formal occasions, and the customary term of address, "Sau," which is used only for vrassir and for ministers of any religion.

A vrassir has six years of special training, approximately equivalent to a university degree.  Admission to the seminary does not require any prior formal education, only passing a written exam. The seminarians are trained in medicine, psychology, social work, certain aspects of law, the theory of education, and a handful of humanities, such as history, music, philosophy, theology, or literature. On graduation, a vrassir applies to a College for admission, where he begins work in association with more experienced colleagues.

The Colleges are state-supported professional associations, intended to support the vrassir's work. Vrassir early in their careers may reside in rooms provided by the College. The actual work is a combination of general-practitioner-type medical services, psychotherapy, social work, legal aid, and spiritual counseling. In short, the job of a vrassir is to fix problems, any problems, of those who come to them.

For in Khardhamma, it was long ago noticed that troubles often follow on one another closely; and in doing so, they inflict much more suffering on their unhappy victim than they ever could if they came one by one. A man who is poor, and grief-ridden, and sick may be thwarted at every turn to mend one of these ills, since they cooperate to oppress his spirit. The  work of the vrassir operates on the principle that none of these problems can be adequately addressed alone.

When one seeks the help of a vrassir, one applies to the local college, or to a recommended vrassir directly, with a short description of the help they need; if applying to a college, or to a vrassir whose register is currently full, their application will be handed off to the first member of the college available, or to a vrassir who is especially well-acquainted with similar issues. No fee is paid, since vrassir are state-funded. An initial consultation is usually held between the client and the vrassir; and after that consultation, future appointments are scheduled as needed.

The unofficial slogan of the colleges is that no difficulty is too great, and no worry too small, for the vrassir's attention. Vrassir may undertake many small tasks in a week--tracking down information on which municipal office to visit for a small claims issue, helping someone find an apartment to rent, notarizing a will, treating a mild cough, or finding a Khardhammese language class for a visitor are all the kind of things vrassir are only too happy to help with. Clients with more substantial needs are also part of the profession: the houseless, the grief-stricken, those with complex health problems, those who are dying. It is a normal and expected part of the work of a vrassir that specialists in certain matters will need to be consulted. Vrassir are not litigators or surgeons, but they *are* especially well-equipped to find a litigator or surgeon who can help you, and they will, of course, attend appointments with these specialists with you. A vrassir is always very careful about the size of their workload, and it is considered much better to encourage the training of more vassir than to try to save money by increasing the number of clients they take on.

It is probably true that the institution of the vrassir arose purely by luck, and would not occur again if Khardhamma had to go back and modernize itself from the beginning. Outside observers have balked at those who have suggested a similar model for their own country, and their objections are perhaps reasonable--Khardhamma is small and isolated, the colleges are expensive, the vrassir are inefficient, they reduplicate roles already served by doctors and lawyers and social workers. But the Khardhammans themselves find these objections strange. Irdan Ahdakkhar, a Khardhamman traveler who spent a great deal of time in the United States and Europe, once wrote,

"A vrassir is not a doctor; he is not a member of a sanctified company that society regards as an inherent source of authority. Nor is the profession considered so holy that admittance is restricted by grueling trials and strict quotas, lest it drown in oversupply. A vrassir is not a social worker--a martyr that society claims to value, but refuses to empower or justly compensate. A vrassir is not a lawyer. He is an officer of no court, and his duty is only to his client."

Some Khardammans would go further; it has been opined once or twice, that the vrassir *is* the Khardhamman state, or at least the heart of it: it is the model for a society which is based first and foremost on frank generosity and an active, practical approach to problem-solving. This perhaps overstates the matter, as Khardhamma's culture is as complex and vibrant as any other. But it is perhaps right that they take pride in this, most of all out of the things they prize about their country.

--Rylat Tyree, Travels in the Imaginary Latitudes (University of Niwhair Press, 2017)

[astroaquarium]

Signs on the House Cusps series: Part 1 Aries-Virgo

Aries on the 1st: you come across as being headstrong, determined, and a go geter! you are an open book, and are unapologetically you.

Aries on the 2nd: you take your finances very seriously, and are likely very good at saving money. You are open and honest about what you value.

Aries on the 3rd: you were a leader in school in front of your peers/and siblings. Your voice might be quite brash or loud.

Aries on the 4th: in your family, you are the leader or the dominant voice. Your home life might have been aggressive in terms of living arrangements or relationship to your family in either a positive or negative way.

Aries on the 5th: you might enjoy sports as a passtime, and/or the gym and excersise. You might look at dating like its a sport or a competition. Your children might have Arian qualities.

Aries on the 6th: your routine is very fast paced and on the go. You don’t like to sit still, instead you smash through your daily to do lists. You are blessed with a good fighting immune system.

Aries on the 7th: you are attract dominat romantic partners, who take the lead in the relationship.

Aries on the 8th: your sex drive is very healthy and might have a high libido. You are most likely very dominant in the bedroom.

Aries on the 9th: you might have very strong religious or spirtiual beliefs or very strong beliefs against this. you might like to study or be interested in the human body and human movement.

Aries on the 10th: you might have a career in sports, managment/leadership, medicine, or emergency services. You like to be seen as a leader in the workplace.

Aries on the 11th: you are a very supportive and encouraging friend, you push them to be better.

Aries on the 12th: you keep hidden your feelings of anger, rage, and passion, as these feelings scare you.

Taurus on the 1st: you come across as being very calm, cool, and collected. you are traditionally beautiful.

Taurus on the 2nd: you love the finer things in life and that is what you get when you set your mind to it, although you may have a tendancy to procrastinate and indulge.

Taurus on the 3rd: you have a beautiful soothing voice. you likely have a good relationship with your siblings.

Taurus on the 4th: your family may be very nurturing and supportive, you may have found memories of your upbringing.

Taurus on the 5th: you may enjoy winning and dinning frequently, you might like to cook or bake in your spare time. Your children may have been a breeze to take care of.

Taurus on the 6th: you may procrastinate daily tasks and chores, you like taking things slow and need freqent naps.

Taurus on the 7th: you attract beautiful romantic partners, who may be slow, stubborn, and materialistic.

Taurus on the 8th: you are very sensual being, you crave touch and tantric sexual encouters. You may die a very peaceful death.

Taurs on the 9th: may be interested in or study the arts or art history or even beauty therapy.

Taurus on the 10th: seen as very beautiful and lusted over in the workplace. this is a model placement. may also have a career in the arts.

Taurus on the 11th: very caring friend, maybe a little bit lazy in checking up on them at times, but you care so deeply for them. You dream of a better world.

Taurus on the 12th: you hide your femininity and vulnerability, this scares you.

Gemini on the 1st: you come across as very chatty, socialable, and fun. People trust you easily!

Gemini on the 2nd: you may like to gamble (money, and valuables). Your values might change frequently.

Gemini on the 3rd: you are very easy to talk to, you may talk very fast and be super chatty. You are likely the most talkative out of your siblings, and have very open communication with them. Such a wordsmith!

Gemini on the 4th: may have grown up in a very intellectually focesed family. You probably keep in contact with your family regularly.

Gemini on the 5th: you might like to write in your spare time. Your kids might be chatterboxes.

Gemini on the 6th: you hate routine and prefer to do things on your own watch. You might have ups and downs with your health, but you may recover from illness quite quickly.

Gemini on the 7th: you attract chatterboxes and intellectual types. Your romantic partners often challenge you mentally.

Gemini on the 8th: you might keep your thoughts to yourself and be reluctant to share. You are quite changeable sexually, and are open to most things.

Gemini on the 9th: you might love to study, and even be an eternal student and find it hard to narrow down to just one thing, as you are always changing your mind.

Gemini on the 10th: you might be seen as a becon of knowledge by work collegues. You may have a career in journalism, the media, academia, or performing arts.

Gemini on the 11th: you are the chatty friend. You have big ideas ans dreams that are always changing.

Gemini on the 12th: you keep your voice hidden, you dont like to speak up for yourself because you might be scared of others judgement.

Cancer on the 1st: you come across as extremely sweet, shy, and affectionate. People can feel instantly protected and close to you.

Cancer on the 2nd: you hold your finances very close to your heart and may be inclined to spend and put value on centimental items over others.

Cancer on the 3rd: you have sweet, soft voice. you may have been very shy in school. you are likely the nurtuer of your siblings.

Cancer on the 4th: you had a very wholesome upbringing, maybe slightly sheltered? your relationship with your family is very warm and personable, you love your family.

Cancer on the 5th: you might like to cook, knit, or create art in your spare time. Your children may have cancerian qualities.

Cancer on the 6th: your routine is very dependant on how you feel. if you dont feel like doing something chances are you wont.

Cancer on the 7th: you attract romantic partners who are nurtueres, people who will take care of you and dote on you.

Cancer on the 8th: you are the ultimate lover and nurter. your death may be very emotionally painful.

Cnacer on the 9th: you may be interested in studying childrens studies and/or primary or early childhood care and teaching. You may also be interested in studying the culinary arts.

Cancer on the 10th: you are the mum of your workplace, your collegues come to you for emotional support. You may have a career in psychology, primary teaching, hospitality, or nursing.

Cancer on the 11th: you are the mum friend. you have dreams of being loved and nurtered by those you care about, you crave affection.

Cancer on the 12th: you hide your emotions, these are what scares you most, as you dont even understand them yourself.

Leo on the 1st: you come across as confident, loud, and bold. people gravitate towards your boldness.

Leo on the 2nd: you have over the top taste, and love luxuries of life. You value people and things that give you the most affection and praise.

Leo on the 3rd: you might have a loud, warm voice. you might have a very fun, and full relationship with your siblings.

Leo on the 4th: likely the golden child of the family, your family likely adores you and showers you with praise. alternatively you could of had a lot of pressure to perform and meet high standards of your parents and been more of a trophy than a child.

Leo on the 5th: you might enjoy the performing arts, and/or music, you might be very into performing for others in your spare time.

Leo on the 6th: your routine is very egocentric, you do things on your terms to suit yourself. you need to have fun in your day to day life. blessed with good vitality, health wise!

Leo on the 7th: you attract bold, egocentric, and life of the party type romantic partners.

Leo on the 8th: you are a lion/lioness in the bedroom, and demmand to be praised and have all attention on you!

Leo on the 9th: you might be very religious and/or spiritual! you might study performing arts, business, or legal studies.

Leo on the 10th: your work collegues see you as someone of high authority and noblbility. you may have a career as a lawyer, actor, politician, ceo, or entreprenur

Leo on the 12th: you hide yourself from others, as you aren’t really evern sure of who you are, this scares you.

Virgo on the 1st: you come across as a bit standoffish, intellegent, and practical. People come to you for real no bullshit advice.

Virgo on the 2nd: you are smart with your money and know how to budget. you value practicality and logic over everything.

Virgo on the 3rd: you might have a soft but stern voice. your relationship with your sibling might be a bit cold, or maybe just avergae.

Virgo on the 4th: your family might have been strict and/or very traditional upbringing. You may have felt a lot of pressure to stand up to perfectionistic expectations.

Virgo on the 5th: may like to write and journal in your spare time, you might also love to excersise and find healthy recipes.

Virgo on the 6th: very organised routine day to day, you love structure!! very health concious, you make good healthy choices and your body rewards you for this.

Virgo on the 7th: you attract very detail oriented, perfectionsts as romantic partners, who have a knack for picking you apart and wanting to better your life.

Virgo on the 8th: you might keep your thoughts to yourself. you are likely to be very kinky and sexually expressive.

Virgo on the 9th: you love to study!! you might go on to study journalism, media communications, history, health, or even medicine.

Virgo on the 10th: your seen as very organised and together in the workplace, your collegues can always count on you. you may have a career in naturopathy, medicine, health care, nursing, journalism, or communications.

Virgo on the 11th: a very wholesome friend, who would bend over backwards for others, you put your friends before yourself always.

Virgo on the 12th: you hide your thoughts and ideas, these are always changing and seem almost out of reach for you and this scares you.

[cloudsandwaterfalls]

Hello again 👋

What kinda job should should I try looking for I have an Aries MC (20°), the ruler of my MC i.e. Mars is in Virgo in the 3rd house (24°) conjuncting Sun & Jupiter (both r in 3rd house). The Aries MC trines Leo Venus (1st house) and Sagittarius Pluto (5th house). (You can totally choose to delete this ask if I'm asking too much)

Thank you ❤️.

Hello again! 

And MC in Aries shows a person who wants a career that is self-starting, fast-paced, independent, and wants to be in the public eye. So possible careers are teaching, public or motivational speaking, and leadership roles will suit you best, ex: surgeon, singer, tattoo artist, firefighter, law enforcement, emergency service worker and entrepreneur. 

The 3rd house is associated with communication, learning, and early childhood. So careers would be education, writer, speaker, childhood care worker, or pediatrician. Since Virgo also means service to others, these careers wicked be suitable. 

Also, the planets and signs which are connected to your MC are fire signs, sun, and Jupiter. 

Sun = politics, teaching, bankers, commanders, CEOs. 

Jupiter = teaching, motivational speaking, medicine, lawyer, writer, philosopher. 

So overall, the most prominent careers coming through are: 

Politics. 

Teaching. 

Motivational speaking or writing. 

Entrepreneurship, CEO, start-up worker or investor. 

Law enforcement (lawyer, policer, soldier). 

[jelzorz]

96.

Callum doesn't know how they do it, but they do it. Getting an internship was one thing. Getting one in emergency medicine at Katolis General was another. Getting their internships together was another thing again. Granted, this probably has something to do with the fact that his dad is on the board of directors, but that's not the point--that was all well and good for him, but it was still a long shot that Rayla would get her internship here too, and yet--

Callum shakes off his nerves. The locker room is busy with nurses and attendings discussing the details of handover and his scrubs feel loose and ill-fitting. It's certainly not his first time--he's done placements in the past as part of his medical degree--but this is the first where he's actually supposed to be a doctor, and that's a terrifying thought on its own. He's only an intern, sure, but he's still supposed to function and make decisions as a professional, and it's just... a lot more responsibility than he feels prepared for and suddenly, four years of med school doesn't feel like enough.

But across from him, Rayla slams her locker shut and leans her shoulder against it, stethoscope hanging lazily around her neck, hair tugged back into a sloppy pony tail, half-finished coffee still in her hand. Her grin is toothy, and a little cocky, but the way her lips twitch betray her, and Callum feels the tension leaving his shoulders at the fact that it isn't just him.

"You're looking kinda green," she says.

He gives her a look. "So are you."

Rayla chuckles at that. "It's the lighting," she snarks. "You know how these fluorescents make everyone look sick."

"Mmhm." Callum rolls his eyes good-naturedly. She should know better. Four years of med school together have made her easy to read. "This just feels... a lot more real, y'know? Placement was all fun and games because they didn't let us make any decisions but this..."

"Yeah." Rayla ducks her head and fiddles with her tag. "It's okay to be nervous, right?"

"I think we'd be crazy not to be," says Callum, looking sheepish.

"Crazy or a cocky bastard like Kasef over there." Rayla jerks her head at the intern at the far end of the locker room having a rather heated conversation with a very done looking nurse. "Guy gives interns a bad name, it's no wonder the rest of the hospital hates us."

Callum shakes his head and snorts into the last of his coffee. "I'm just glad we're here together," he admits quietly. "It'd be so much worse to have to do this alone."

"You would have managed, your dad being who he is. And you would have had Claudia and Soren with you too. You would have been fine."

"You know what I mean."

Rayla presses her lips shut and lifts her coffee again to hide the flush in her cheeks. There's history here--things they know that they haven't said, and won't say until the end of this rotation because it's not appropriate or professional to have... attachments to a fellow intern, much less one in the same department at the same hospital. She'd considered going home to Silvergrove and doing her internship there to make things easier, but there's no denying that training at a facility like Katolis General would have looked better on her resume, and who is he to stop her from applying for the best when she's more than capable of it just because of feelings?

The air in the locker room grows electric, and Callum thinks of the quiet moments between their labs and clinics and the heated moments in their dorm long after classes had finished for the day. They had promised to be professional about this, because it's both their careers on the line and they're not in some stupid medical drama. They can be here without compromising each other. It doesn't have to be weird.

Rayla sucks in a breath. "Yeah," she mutters, finishing her coffee and tossing it deftly into the bin. "We got this. We're gonna be fine. All our patients are gonna be too, you'll see. Nothing to be nervous about. We're professionals now, right?"

"Absolutely," says Callum, forcing a grin onto his face. "Professionals. We can do this. Look out ED, we're coming for you!"

Rayla laughs at that, a light pretty sound that still makes Callum's heart stutter when he hears it, even after all this time.

(She's right, in the end. They do manage--even if professionalism goes out the window six months in).