#IF YOU WANTED TO DO MEDICAL THEN STICK WITH IT

[alotofpockets]

That's a lot of blood | Arsenal WFC x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "That's a lot of blood."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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The match was intense, the kind where every step, tackle, and shot felt like it could make or break the game. The crowd roared in the background, but you barely heard it, your focus narrowed to the field in front of you.

The opposition broke through your team’s line of defense, the ball sailing over the top. A one-on-one with the keeper was the last thing you wanted in a game like this. You pushed yourself to sprint back, muscles burning, and made the only choice you could: throw your body down for a tackle.

Your timing was perfect. The ball ricocheted off your foot and away from danger. But the striker tripped over you, her cleat catching your thigh as she fell. It all happened so fast that you didn’t process it until the sharp pain hit, like a knife slicing through your leg.

“Jesus.” Katie’s voice broke through your haze as she ran to your side. She dropped to her knees, her hands instantly on your shoulders as you tried to sit up. “Stay down.” Her tone was softer than you were used to from her on the pitch. “Trust me, that is not something you want to see.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” The panic very present in your voice. Before Katie could answer, Manu’s voice piped up from behind you. “That’s a lot of blood.”

Your eyes widened, and your stomach churned. Blood? That wasn’t a good sign. “Nice going, now she’s scared.” Katie snapped, glaring at the goalkeeper. It was well known within the team that you didn’t handle blood well. Let alone your own blood covering your thigh.

“Right, sorry!” Manu kneeled down beside you. “It’s not that bad. Really.” You shot her a look, “You can’t say that right after you say there is a lot of blood. Those two do not work together!” 

Katie chuckled at your comment, but quickly gathered herself to be there for you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the seconds dragging on as you lay there waiting for the medics to arrive.

The pain in your leg throbbed, and you felt the warm fluid in your leg. Your shorts sticking to your leg even more than before.

Then curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced down. A mistake. “Oh god.” Your face turned pale as you saw how much blood was covering your leg. You couldn’t even see the wound anymore. 

A wave of nausea washed over you. Lotte, who had been hovering nearby, quickly knelt by your side. She gently pushed your shoulders back to the ground. “Hey, don’t look at that. You’re going to be okay. It’s not as bad as it seems. Just focus on me, alright?” 

Her calm demeanor steadied you slightly, though your breathing was still shallow. The medics finally arrived, gauze and gloves in hand. You flinched as they applied pressure to the wound, the sting making tears spring to your eyes.

“Just breathe,” Lotte said, her voice soothing as she wiped dirt and grass from your face. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. You’ve got this.”

Katie took your hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t make me show you how to breathe,” she teased, a playful glint in her eye despite the situation.

Her joke makes you chuckle. “See, you’re doing just fine.”

One of the medics looked up after inspecting your leg. “Good news, it’s not too deep. You’ll just need a few stitches.”

You sighed in relief, though the idea of stitches made your stomach twist. “A few stitches isn’t so bad.” You said out loud, trying to convince yourself.

Katie’s smirk appeared again. “Yeah, and chicks dig scars. You’ll find a girlfriend in no time now.” With a roll of your eyes you tell her that she’s awful. “If I’m awful, then why are you still holding my hand?” You stared at her deadpan. “Annoying too.”

Lotte shook her head at the two of you, a small smile on her lips. “You’re impossible, both of you.”

The medics wrapped your leg and helped you to your feet, with Katie and Lotte supporting you on either side. The trip to the tunnel was a blur, and before you knew it, you were sitting in the medical room with a couple stitches, a fresh bandage and crutches.

When you finally hobbled out to the bench, the game was nearing its end. The team checked on you, their faces a mix of concern and relief. You assured them you were fine, and that they could stop worrying about you.

The final whistle blew, and you looked up just in time to see Leah running your way with a grin on her face. “Scored that goal for you.” The team on the bench had informed you that Leah had scored off a corner just before you had made your way back.

You shook your head with a chuckle. “You so didn’t.”

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “Okay, maybe not.” She admitted, “But I am dedicating it to you. End of story.”

It didn’t take you long to get used to the crutches, so you joined the team on your round around the stadium, taking pictures with fans and signing their jersey’s and signs. 

You noticed that no matter where you went, one of the girls was keeping an eye on you. While you appreciated their support, you were not looking forward to being babysat for the next few weeks while your leg was healing.

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[ajwrks]

Would you be willing to write about a gender neutral human reader that views Ratchet as a father figure? :)

—Father Figure

ratchet x gn! human reader

oh my gosh you have no idea how excited i got when i saw a request LMAO. i have never done one of these before so i apologize if this isn’t what you wanted..

ratchet as your father figure on the lost light can either be bothersome or absolutely fun. there is no in between LOL

i see ratchet as a father figure who can be overbearing at times, but only because he has an instinctual feeling to protect you at all cost. with you, ratchet tends to be a nurturer

taking you under his wing means that, of course, you stick around like glue to help him with any procedures that might be underway and overall help facilitate things for him <3 

with that comes very crucial lessons about cybertronian anatomy (even if you don’t ask for it) and dealing with medical instruments. ratchet is very adamant about you knowing what you’re doing especially if you’re going to be assisting him— or maybe take this seriously in the future

“y/n! you’re not holding the laser scalpel correctly!” he groans in his servos. your body does a complete 180 full of exasperation. 

“then how do you want me to hold it?!”

“were you even paying attention…?” he scoffs. 

sometimes, you and ratchet could be bickering and poor first aid has to stand awkwardly in the same room and pretend he can't hear anything 

ratchet always makes sure that you’re at 100%. you can expect to hear him ask if you’ve eaten, drunk any water, etc

ratchet knows a lot in the health realm for humans, and as soon as the words “i don’t feel good” or something that indicates you’re not at 100%— oh he’s going FULL dad mode. so be ready for scolding and ratchet being worried to death 

in the beginning when activities were being done at swerves bar, you were usually the one who got him to come out of his comfort zone and “not be boring” you tell him, and at least get him to take part in something.

ratchet is definitely always there for you when you need emotional support. whether that's reassurance or you just need a pillar of support to lean on.  

ratchet is for sure one of those individuals who is gonna lay it down how it is and won't sugar coat it. soooo if you’re looking for him to take your side in a certain situation and he shouldn’t? he WILL make it known (he lowkey be living for your gossip sessions)

oh and you for sure have to deal with drifts antics at trying to get at ratchet

“hey y/n! Is ratchet here?” 

“yeah why?” 

“to talk to him...?” squinting, you lean on the frame of the entrance with a knowing grin— practically stretching from ear to ear. 

“oh yeah? about what— ”

“for primus' sake. let him in y/n!” with a roll of your eyes, you step aside.

“first aid. let's jump him.” (he never helped you btw💔)

the time that ratchet came back from delphi and you noticed his servos didn’t freeze up and rather, moved more fluidly than before

“hey ratchet. what did you do to your hands?” you asked. closely peering at his servos. “they seem less tense,” he stills at your question. 

“you don’t need to know.” 

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS DRIVING

scout: scout is actually one of the better drivers. undistracted, and he will lecture anyone who attempts to take his eyes off the road. knows stick shift because soldier taught him how to drive stick shift because “men know stick shift”. however, he doesn’t have his license, so he is legally not allowed to drive for Mann Co. for whatever reason, THAT rule is the one they follow.

soldier: he’s…. definitely capable of driving. nobody would willingly ask him to drive anything that handles better than a campbells soup can, the dogshit cars always act so well maintained with him. he eats at mario kart tho. he’s allowed one (1) shitty car that doesn’t even turn over unless he’s the one with the key in hand. if you ask him about how he happens to start the car he says “just jiggle it!”

pyro: will eat up a vespa. wants so badly to drive a fire truck. can’t for obvious reasons. also eats at mario kart.

engineer: a GREAT driver until you get him on the back roads. then it’s “darlin’, i’ve been driving on texas roads longer than you could see above the wheel, i got this” while your drink is splashing onto your shirt and you’re holding onto the the car handles for dear life and it seems like he’s actively going out of his way to hit every single pot hole and whooping like he’s a kid jesus fucking christ—

heavy: also a great driver! does his best driving on snowy roads, and will not drive a car not within legal parameters. he refuses to allow sascha to be taken because of something as silly as the insurance. easily distracted on the roads though, does better with a passenger princess taking care of directions. brakes for critters, brakes harder for road rage. he does love a good fight.

demo: a bad driver with a lead foot. treats the actual roads like mario kart. he’s also not allowed in the drivers seat of the company cars. that’s why he’s the main user of the teleporters. he uses his turn signals though, and frankly he thinks that’s all that should matter. once tailgated heavy so hard that heavy pulled over and as demo got out, fully ready to fight, and made eye contact with heavy he jumped back in his car and sped off. that was a sobering experience. heavy still laughs about it though.

medic: please do not ask this man to drive. he will be making calls, eating, drinking, changing the radio station, yelling at everyone in the backseat who’s “distracting him”, swerving in and out of lanes, using his knees to keep the wheel straight so he can clap to whatever music he decides on, and if you try to call him out on it, this fucker… this fucker scoffs. “don’t be a baby! i’ve been driving longer than i haven’t been driving, i am a wonderful driver!” with road rage to boot. he is not in his lane half the time. the last time he was allowed to drive for the company he also got into it with heavy. he’s the only one who didn’t get back in his car, but he did apologize. he will fight anyone who asks to fight on the roads, he will race anyone who asks to race. it’s lawless country. sighs about the autobahn often.

sniper: a good enough, responsible enough driver, because he’s the only one (aside from soldier…. technically….) with his own van to maintain. he will never let anyone else in the car if he’s in the car; he has no interest in letting people find out if he’s a good driver or not because his van is his sanctuary and that means everyone else get out. spends most of his time in his van anyway. doesn’t like sedans. does have a habit of tailgating people, and if you are allowed the rare opportunity to be in the vehicle with him and say something about it he’ll go “oh! am i? i’ll stop, thanks for letting me know mate” and then you will never be allowed in the car again. only thing he hates more than passengers are backseat drivers. he will tailgate whoever he wants to. fuck off. has also tailgated heavy so hard heavy pulled over to fight him, and he also got immediately back in his car and waved him off with an appeasing smile. heavy laughs about that too.

spy: you ever wanted to feel like you’re the worst driver in the world? get in a car with spy. feels like james bond. drives with no music, and one of the few times he won’t smoke. feels like an uber frfr. please do not speak to him when he’s driving, he would like to forget about the life he’s actively living and you are a part of that. makes a KILLER getaway car driver. prompt, punctual, professional. won’t drive anything without window tints.

[cha0ticr0b0tic]

continuing to Nosferatupost because Robert Eggers you madman I love your work and gender commentary <3

I think first and foremost, this film is about the horrors of being a woman who isn't believed by men -- this includes issues like medical misogyny alongside things like how patriarchy can be intertwined with classism (Friedrich Harding, the man of his house, clearly saw Ellen as a burden. That said, Ellen & Anna had such a sweet relationship built on nothing but love and support.) The Witch explored this with a teenage girl, but what happens when that teenage girl grows up and is still seen as strange and misunderstood?

Alongside that, I really think Nic Hoult deserves his flowers as Thomas because it's a thankless role that I think was received really well! Jonathan Harker is a dedicated Wife Guy and that's like 90% of his personality. (The other 10% is pure dedication to killing the fuck out of Dracula.) I've seen folks on here with bigger brains than mine talking about the masculine competition between Thomas and Orlok; where the latter emasculates the former both through feeding on him as he would for his female victims, and through manipulating Ellen, who calls her husband weak. (This is meant to be seen as out-of-character, because she loves him as much as he loves her.) But there's also an anxiety which is present even before Thomas arrives at Orlok's castle, and it's all about financial stability.

There's a scene in The Lighthouse where Willem Dafoe's character Wake asks Robert Pattinson's character Winslow why he took the job as a lighthouse keeper, given that Winslow had been working as a lumberjack up in Canada. It's a huge shift, not everyone can handle the isolation, Winslow clearly isn't knowledgeable about maritime lore and superstitions, etc. Winslow responds that he just wants to be able to make his own way -- and, later on, when Wake threatens to fire him without pay, Winslow insists that "he works as hard as any man."

We also know that in Nosferatu, Thomas feels the (masculine) pressure to Protect and Provide, especially because he and Ellen have rich friends and there's this sense of being behind. This is played straighter than in The Lighthouse, because Winslow is also on the run after having committed a murder, but in both cases, both men are drawn into increasingly horrifying situations because it's Part Of The Job. And, as Part Of The Job, both Thomas Hutter and Ephraim Winslow (or Thomas Howard -- T.H. initials again!) find themselves forced to do things against their will. Orlok insists that Thomas stick around, he insists that Thomas refer to him as "my lord," he makes Thomas sign paperwork in a language Thomas doesn't even know! In The Lighthouse, Winslow feels emasculated by being forced to do housework, but even more concerning is that Wake essentially forces Winslow to drink alcohol on their (supposed) last night working together, despite Winslow doing his best to stay sober until then. In both cases, the boss demands it, and the younger employee must obey. This should be obvious, but bosses are perhaps vampiric.

[macgyvermedical]

I messed up. I thought I knew how diabetes work, and I evidently do not, and I don't know how to save the whump in this fic so you are my last hope.

I wanted the blorbo to have undiagnosed diabetes and pass out/become super tired/weak and barely conscious, and then have his friend inject him with insulin the he found. But now I discovered that insulin doesn't really work like that... It doesn't make you feel BETTER it's just supposed to not make a diabetic feel WORSE, if I understand this correctly?

Is there still a chance to have my blorbo turn weak/pass out (either from diabetes or another illness) and for his friend to inject him with a drug that is not too hard to find that'll make him feel better...?

Let's talk diabetes for a minute.

There are 2 types of diabetes.

Type 1 Diabetes (T1D) occurs (usually in younger people) when the body stops producing a hormone called insulin. Insulin's job, essentially, is granting cells permission to use glucose (a sugar the cells use for food) from the blood. If there's no insulin, the cells starve because they can't use glucose. The glucose also never gets taken out of the blood like it's supposed to, so the person's blood glucose levels increase.

Type 2 Diabetes (T2D) occurs (usually in middle-age) when the body's cells become less sensitive to insulin. That means it takes more insulin to allow cells to use glucose. The pancreas (the organ that makes insulin) at first produces more insulin to make up for the lack of sensitivity. But over time it wears out and can no longer keep up.

You can have both short-term and long-term problems with diabetes.

Before diabetes is treated (or if it is not treated well), short term problems either occur because the cells are starving (diabetic ketoacidosis in T1D) or because the blood sugar is so high the blood itself has become thick (hyperosmolar syndrome in T2D). After diabetes is treated (with insulin (T1D) or certain oral medications (T2D)), you can also have a problem called hypoglycemia, where there is too much insulin and the blood sugar gets too low. All three of these problems are life threatening if not treated quickly.

Now, to treat ketoacidosis or hyperosmolar syndrome, you need a hospital. There are so many other problems that need addressed with either of these that simply injecting them with a single dose of insulin wouldn't work.

To treat hypoglycemia however, you can just give a person sugar (and some fat and protein to help sustain it after) or if they're unconscious, you can inject them with a hormone called glucagon. Glucagon can quickly raise blood sugar.

Now, where you might be getting confused is that there are also long-term consequences to having diabetes. These include poor eyesight, numbness and tinging in the hands and feet, kidney disease, and non-healing wounds. Taking care of diabetes well by sticking to a lower-carbohydrate diet and taking certain medications or insulin helps prevent or delay the long term consequences.

So like, will a single dose of insulin fix a patient having one of the common pre-diagnosis emergencies? No. But having the character take it as prescribed will drastically reduce the potential consequences later in life.

If your patient already knows they have diabetes and they're taking a medication that can lower their blood sugar to unsafe levels and they didn't eat enough that day? You could totally do something with injecting glucagon to reverse hypoglycemia there.

[don-splinterson]

He gives the kid another sympathetic look as he sinks slightly into his shell.

"Almost bud, almost done. I won't make you sit through the whole medical check up right now, but we do need to cover those gashes so they don't get dirty or bleed everywhere."

He pats his knee gently.

"I'll be super quick and gentle, alright? Just going to put these bandages on you to keep those cuts from getting infected."

He holds up one of the bandages to his own face in show.

"If you want, we can even draw red on them like your markings afterward."

He pulls the back off of the bandage, holding it ready to quickly stick to his head.

* As you enter the room, you can see a turtle in the corner of a cage along with a file detailing the procedures done on the turtle at the bottom, which it said revived from death. There are pictures taken before the turtle was revived, and before the turtle was with the scientist*

He pushes the door open carefully. Noticing the turtle in the cage, he enters the room fully. This is it. He glances around, noticing the file. Curious, he walks over and picks it up. Flipping through it is a rollercoaster of thoughts and feelings. The edges of the file's contents crinkle in his grip.

'How could he do this to a kid?'

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, huffing angrily. He sighs, snapping the file shut before opening his eyes again. He stuffs it carefully into his bag.

The file mentioned revival. But Bishop said body. Looks like he's going to have to check if the poor kid is alive or not for himself.

He hums softly, locating the key and opening the cage. Crouching down next to the kid, he reaches down to check his pulse.

[somaticmilk]

You can easily spot the nurses who used to be mean girls because they stand out immediately-

Like you’re not slick

Changing “tolerance” with “patience” doesn’t make you “nice”

“Soma you have so much PATIENCE with the special kids I would never 😚”

Tf.

[voiice-of-the-soul]

It irritates me alot when people say that making medic more compassionate is ''missing the point of his character'' when he is literally shown to be in the comics.... did you miss the part where he showed concern for both sniper and miss pauling's well being in comic 5 and 6.

His actions are a combination of genuine attachment + clinical interest and these things do not cancel out one another. He is always pushing boundaries and going against the grain and i think this is what led to him losing his license in the first place. He felt stifled by the rules imposed on him.

He is shown to be extremely passionate so it makes sense that he would use his endless fascination with medicine as a way to show his affection. He loves his friends so he will find a way to make them borderline indestructible. Malpractice is his love language.

[lynxfrost13]

Maybe I’ll finally Wanze post soon

[opikiquu]

aventurine pl. Plea s e . PLLEEEEEEASE

[swaghaver69]

i feel a heavy pressure like someone is sitting on my chest making it so i can’t breathe whenever i think about how every single structure in society and social conditioning makes it so that women have no choice but to inevitably end up with a male and it is pushed so hard as the only possible viable option and it feels choking and inescapable (personal rambling vent in tags)

[lecliss]

Sakura gets a second point for being the first to complete the tree climbing at being better at chakra control, but at the same time it just feels like she was made good at it so no extra training segment time would have to be put into her getting good at it and it can be all about Sauce and Nart. Idk that feels too pessimistic but also could totally be true.

[savage-rhi]

🫂

[kakusu-shipping]

Rät by Penelope Scott has been a Nezu song in my head for years. Glad to finally be able to put down some of the vibe of why.

[salty-software-engineer]

It really sucks that military, tactical, and similar stuff is so cool and frequently very useful because not only do their fandoms suck but they're also inherently tied to systems of oppression.

[pallases]

submitted my first app 😖