#Second Opinion

[icarus-lizard]

goretober day 2

Bro wants OUTTT

[cheemsroniakalittleguy]

OKAY I REBLOGGED THE SAME IDEA AWHILE AGO THEN I REMEMBERED I ALSO MADE THIS BEFORE I HAD TUMBLR BSGAJVAHA

[djkerr]

Alden Parker Outerwear

[bm96-tf2]

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An edited SFM Poster, BLU Soldier and RED Demoman ^^

...I usually would say more about random things, but I genuinely don't know what to say 😅

So, have these two unedited SFM posters...

I did these just to test a Second Opinion material texture, again...

(Here's the link to that:-)

The pose or the scene is just Medic said something and the Second Opinion just kinda frown?? I don't remember what I was thinking about 😀🙃

Anyway... Take care and have a nice day, everyone ^^

[mygoogledrivescaresme]

I need a second opinion but I can't ask my friends irl bc I don't really want people to know I make these

I like jt but idk what are we thinking

[uncontrollable-teenage-girl]

“Why can’t you be good for something” ~ Lana

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 24: Prey (Primal)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Medic play a little game of cat and mouse while you have the base to yourselves

Tags: Primal, Second Opinion, rough, being hunted, hair pulling, scratching, roleplay, teasing, aftercare

Word Count: 3.1k

The Masterlist

The halls were dark and foreboding, the only illumination being the cool glow of the moon. It’s light shone through the few windows that were present in the building. The chaos that was usually commonplace was absent. By some miracle, all of the other mercenaries were out for the night, allowing an eerie quiet to permeate throughout the base. Well, all but one of the mercenaries, to be exact.

You shivered, glancing cautiously towards dark corners that couldn’t be reached by the moonlight. You were only wearing a thin nightgown, but the reason for your shivering wasn’t due to the cold air of the desert night. It was due to the unwavering feeling that you were being watched. Your heart was beating so fast. Much too fast, and much too loud, like it was going to burst.

Your breathing wasn’t much better, sounding ragged and cacophonous in the otherwise silent environment. Every tiny sound seemed to echo throughout the base. The base, which only held two inhabitants; you, and that which you were fleeing from.

You didn’t dare to actually run. Knowing that the harsh fall of your footsteps would simply announce your location, you essentially speed walked past dark corners, trying to stay in the most well lit areas. You knew there was no point in hiding. He would find you eventually. Instead, you stood blatantly in the light, betting everything on the possibility that it would give you the advantage of sight, at the very least. You could take away the element of surprise. You would see him coming first.

Of course, all that logic was for naught when you actually did catch sight of him. It wasn’t all of him, but it was enough. In the shadows you glimpsed it, the shocking paleness of a clouded white eye, ever so slightly reflecting the moonlight followed by the metallic glint of the staples that held him together. That was all you were able to register before your brain was overrun with one simple, urgent, primitive command.

Run.

Just like that, you were racing in the opposite direction of those blood lusting eyes. You turned corners wildly, almost slipping, but thankfully managing to recover at the last minute. A fall or a trip could mean capture, and you wouldn’t even let your mind entertain the thought of what may happen after that. No, you thought only of running, only of escape, but to where?

Then you saw it, a side door, most likely leading to a storage closet. You weren’t sure how long a simple lock would hold, but at least it would buy you some time to think. You broke into a sprint, reaching out to the doorknob that was almost within reach, so close to safety.

You hadn’t even heard the footsteps closing in behind you. An arm wound around your waist, jerking you backwards and away from the door. A shout escaped you as you were turned around and pulled flush against the body of your pursuer.

For just a few moments, you were held there. Medic’s hands splayed out across your back as you were pressed tightly against his chest- a comforting reminder that no matter how convincing this predator-prey scenario may be, you were safe. This was nothing more than an extremely elaborate game of cat and mouse, and as always, you had lost. Now it was time for the predator in question to decide what would become of you.

Then the grip tightened. Fingers dug into your back painfully, reminding you of your role in this act. You squirmed in a mock attempt to flee, but your efforts were for naught. Just as you managed to break free from his grasp, you stumbled. Before you realized what happened, you were face down on the floor, pinned beneath a body much stronger than your own. You had only succeeded in further trapping yourself.

A malicious chuckle sent shivers down your spine as you struggled to look behind you, to catch a glimpse of your captor, but you couldn’t crane your neck far enough. You made one last desperate attempt to squirm away, only to feel his body press down against yours, his mouth right next to your ear.

“You’re not getting away so easily, liebchen.”

Your blood ran cold at the sound of that voice, vicious and far less forgiving than the Medic you knew by day. You were flipped onto your back, forced to face him directly. Now up close, you could see the ghostly pallor that overtook half of his face, a face completely split down the center. Those mismatched eyes looked down at you with a wide and wicked gaze, like a starving animal offered its first meal in days.

His mouth descended upon your neck before you could get a word out, stealing your breath away and turning any plea for mercy you had prepared into a soft gasp. It almost became a moan, but you managed to reel yourself in. You were supposed to be scared. After all, you were mere prey, caught in the jaws of a ravenous hunter.

Medic inhaled deeply, face pressed into the crook of your neck. “You smell so sweet. Perhaps I should simply devour you right now?”

“No, please!” You played up the begging, looking up at him with doe-like eyes. Every aspect of you exuded the aura of a helpless creature, willing to do anything to survive this encounter. “Spare me.”

He paused, considering your plea. The few moments of silence that passed as he did so were tense and felt painfully long. His face was still buried against your neck, so you couldn’t even examine his expression. There was no way to get any kind of read on what he was thinking, and the anticipation was killing you.

Finally, you got a response in the form of a dark chuckle. Medic pulled away to look at your terrified expression. You blinked, waiting for the verdict, waiting for him to seal your fate.

“Oh, liebling, mein liebes hilfloses Mädchen.” His tone clearly mocked you. A hand found its way into your hair, tugging it roughly and making you whine. “You beg so pathetically, but I suppose I could have mercy on you.”

The grip on your hair was released, and you gasped in relief. His hand moved to caress your cheek, then your neck, continuing downward.

“There is more than one way to sate a beast’s hunger, after all.”

Your heart somehow managed to beat even more rapidly and your breath quickened as you understood his meaning. Before you could say a word, whether it was to protest or beg, that thin nightgown you wore was quite literally torn away from your body, leaving you completely exposed. Instinctively, you moved to cover yourself, grasping at the shredded pieces of the garment in vain. Those strong hands pushed your thighs apart and your arms were pulled away from your chest. You whimpered as he reached forward and rubbed a couple fingers over your slit, already quite wet.

“So, you’re aroused by this?” He asked, chuckling. “You’re the kind of little schlampe that gets off on being hunted down like a weak little rabbit?”

You only whined again, hiding your flushed face in your hands. Medic laughed louder. Your reaction was quite telling on its own.

“I suppose you don’t need to answer. After all, this speaks for itself.” He pressed his two fingers into your entrance and you gasped, startled by the sudden intrusion. “Oh, I like the sound of that, mädchen. Those choking, shuddering little gasps. I wonder what other sounds you can make for me?”

His fingers curled within you and you cried out louder. You heard the growl-like chuckle deep in his throat. He knew he had found a good spot, and he planned to make full use of it. Every curl sent sparks of pleasure up your body and you moaned shamelessly.

A thumb brushed over your clit and your whole body convulsed. Your every reaction was met with more low laughter. The sight of you writhing beneath him already had him feeling painfully aroused, but he intended to finish you off first.

“You’re already so close. I can feel it, the way you're throbbing around my fingers,” he said. You barely registered his words, responding with little more than another needy moan. “Go on then, desperate little thing, let yourself come.”

His voice dripped with faux sweetness. Still, you followed his command, your body reacting as if those words were all you needed to push you over the edge. You gasped and moaned, letting the ripples of pleasure overtake you, reaching out to grasp onto the fabric of Medic’s shirt, and remaining like that until he pulled himself free of your grip.

He removed his fingers and examined the slick digits with an unreadable stare before licking them clean. He kept his eyes on you now, making sure that you watched every moment of the lewd display until he was finished.

“Oh ja, just as delicious as I thought.” He smirked devilishly and a shiver ran through you as he turned his attention to the rest of your body. Those hands began to stroke over every inch of you. His fingers traced along your curves, twitching, as if he could barely resist the urge to tear into you.

The way he looked at you was chilling. It was the way a hunter looked at a prized buck, freshly shot and ready to be mounted on a wall. Although you had a feeling you were going to be mounted in a much different way. A glance downward confirmed that suspicion as you caught sight of the generous tent in his pants.

“Gott, this body! I want to get my hands on every part of you, fraulein.” His eyes were wide, looking down at you with a lustful gaze. You whimpered, looking around as if you were searching for an escape, still playing up your role as fearful prey, even though you truly wanted nothing more than to be taken by those very capable hands. “Oh yes, I see that little spark of fear. I’m going to use every last inch of you until I’m satisfied.”

Those fingers of his really did work quickly, unzipping his fly and lowering his pants and briefs just enough to free his erection within moments. Almost unconsciously, you spread your legs wider for him, your eyes going alight at the sight of him so hard, so ready to claim you. Medic lined up and entered you with a carnal sound that sent sparks of arousal through your body.

“Oh Gott, so eng!” His voice seemed strained, as if he was barely keeping his composure. After a moment, he managed to recover his domineering tone. “You feel just how a good little schlampe should.”

You bucked up against him, almost involuntarily. The feeling of him finally within you was setting your nerves alight, and you just wanted him to start moving already. In response, a pair of hands latched onto your waist, their grip unforgiving, keeping you perfectly still.

“Not enough for you, liebchen?” He hissed, clearly displeased with your impatience. “Well then, perhaps I don’t need to waste time being gentle with you.”

He set a breakneck pace, barely giving you a chance to adjust. It was rough and savage. You knew that it would leave you sore, but you didn’t care. You just wanted more, and so you begged and moaned for just that, much to Medic’s delight.

“Ja, keep crying out like that,” His nails were beginning to dig into your skin and you winced. He laughed low, a wicked glint in his eyes as he watched your reactions. “Look at you, my sweet little haustier, quivering under my control, and to think, just a little while ago you were trying to run from me.”

He leaned down and you shivered as his breath tickled your ear. You felt the fabric of his shirt against your chest as he continued to thrust into you at a dizzying pace.

“But you weren’t hoping for escape, were you? Oh nein, you wanted to be caught from the beginning, didn’t you?” He asked. You tried to answer, but all you could manage was a desperate moan. He paused, and you whined at the loss of stimulation before he took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. “Answer me, maus. Admit it.”

“Yes! Yes, please! I wanted this, I wanted you to take me!” You practically screamed. You were so close and you needed him to start moving again.

“Gutes mädchen. Such a good girl.” Just like that, he resumed that merciless pace as if he had never even stopped. He pulled you into his arms, holding you against him as he snapped his hips down, hitting his mark perfectly every time. All the while, he continued to whisper the filthiest things in your ear. You clung onto every word.

Before long, you found yourself clawing at him, but not in an attempt to get away like before. You tried to pull him even closer to you, tugging at his clothes and digging your nails into his arms. He hissed at the sting and thrust harder into you, as if to force you back into submission. It only made you scratch, beg and buck harder.

“Ah, that’s right darling. Let me know just how badly you’ve been aching for someone like me to pin you down and fill you, just like this!” He smirked, knowing that he had succeeded in turning you just as savage as him, just as ravenous for unrelenting pleasure. And you were loving every damn minute of it.

“Please! Please, don’t fucking stop!” You begged, even though he wasn’t showing a single sign of stopping. Your breath hitched as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts. You nearly screamed when he hit an especially sensitive area, and he took notice. With a low chuckle, he began to ravage you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly until you were arching off the floor, your eyes rolling back as you began to lose yourself to the pleasure.

“I’m close! Oh fuck, I’m so close, please!” You moaned and cried out until you finally came. You nearly drew blood as your nails dug into Medic’s arms and you shook beneath him, almost sobbing from the strength of your climax. Medic wasn’t far behind, thrusting in deep and stilling within you with a deep, growling moan.

You listened as he rode out his orgasm, alternating rapidly between his two voices, creating an erotic cacophony as they fought for dominance. Sweet praises mixed perfectly with sharp commands for you to moan louder. Then suddenly, he descended on your neck again, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of your neck. Perhaps it was an attempt to stifle his own sounds, perhaps it was an attempt to claim you, in a way. Most likely, it was both. It hurt at first, but gradually, the pain faded, ebbing away along with Medic’s moans until the only sound left was heavy breathing.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, and Medic fell to the floor beside you. You glanced to the side, admiring how the soft moonlight shining through the windows of the base perfectly framed his exhausted figure. The two of you stayed like that for several minutes, in complete yet comfortable silence. After all, neither of you exactly had the energy to speak.

You did manage to work up the strength to nestle into Medic’s side, his arm coming to rest over your shoulders. He was so warm, and his arm around you was comforting as always. You allowed yourself to be soothed by the gentle rise and fall of his breathing as you rested your head on his chest. You never would have imagined that you could be so comfortable laying on a literal floor.

“Darling?” Medic’s voice was soft, and you weren’t even sure if you really heard him at first. You looked up at him inquisitively. Carefully, he sat up, holding you steady in his arms. “That was a lot, meine liebe. Are you alright?

“That was really good,” you said. Your voice was slightly hoarse from how loud you had been. You were pulled further into that sturdy embrace.

“Gut, liebchen. You did so well,” he whispered, kissing along your neck. You sighed, then winced suddenly as the endorphins began to fade and you became aware of how your body ached. Being held so tightly didn’t exactly help the matter.

Medic noticed immediately, loosening his grip and apologizing. “Oh dear, I’m sorry darling,” he started brushing his fingers through your hair, still eager to have his hands on you in any way he could, but not wanting to hurt you. “We were on that floor for a while. You’re probably sore, hm?

“A little,” you admitted with a small nod.

“We can fix that right up for you. A few moments under the Medigun should do the trick.” His fingers brushed against your cheek reassuringly. You looked up at him with a soft smile, taking in the sight of the crudely grafted face that others would find horrifying. The side of Medic that had taken you so roughly just a few minutes ago was surprisingly silent. You figured that he was probably as spent as you were, and you allowed yourself a small moment of self satisfaction at the thought of that.

“What about you?” You asked suddenly, realizing you hadn’t checked in with him at all yet. “Are you alright?”

“Of course, schatz.” Medic paused, looking deep in thought. You waited patiently for him to voice his thoughts, and you saw a small smirk spread across his face. “I don’t often get the chance to let him take over so completely like that. He is quite unpredictable, as you know, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t strangely cathartic.”

This time you grinned, feeling a slight spark of hope upon hearing that Medic had also quite enjoyed letting out his ‘other half’ for a night. “Does that mean we can do this again?” You asked.

“Perhaps, assuming we can get all the others out of the base again.” He mused over the possibilities for a moment before returning to the present. “But let’s worry about future plans later, liebling. I think we could both use a hot shower now, ja?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you conceded, moving to stand, but before you could Medic had gathered you up in his arms. He smiled down at you as he sauntered down the hall, carrying you with ease towards the promise of a relaxing shower and some well deserved rest.

[ask-a-vetblr]

How often do you find yourself consulted as a second opinion for a case? And how often does that result in you giving a different opinion than the first vet gave?

Sueanoi here,

Considering that I am an ophthalmology-focused vet (Unable to call myself a "specialist" due to technicalities.), about 20% of my cases are referred from general vet, and about 10% are without the primary vet's acknowledgement (AKA they weren't referred but the owner decided on their own to come see me). The rest of them started with me.

Most of the times, the initial care was correct, but the disease was progressing to where they would need specialized tests and adjust the medication (or recommend surgery). This is not due to negligence, even if they started with me, the care plan would look similar to what they came with. Which means the decision to refer was correct.

Some of the time, the primary care was incorrect, but it is due to lack of specialized tools to recognize the nuances of the issue, and they made an educated guess based on statistics (See hoof print? Think horse, not zebra. You will be 99% correct.). Unfortunately, sometimes the animal was having an issue that are not so common (it actually was zebra. Wow, 1% SSR rank gashapon surprise!). Which means the decision to refer was correct, again.

It is very rare that the initial care was incorrect from the start. Perhaps like, 1-2 cases during my entire career. Actually, I see this type of issue happen due to the poor client compliance (for example, owner bought medicine without bringing the animal to their primary vet, then complain that the vet guessed wrong).

Another very rare case would be when the case was already under a specialist care (My teacher's, for example), but decided to follow up with me instead because it's more convenient. In this case I usually will communicate with the specialist who was taking care of them for continued advise. There are times that I would send back too, if it looked like it was getting out of hand.

And a few times that client would come to see me to "recheck" if their general vet was giving the correct care plan without being referred. And for those times all of them so far, the general vet was correct and the animal was healing nicely.

There is this one time, one single time, that a client came to me as a FIFTH opinion. And I looked at their previous care plan, and agreed with them all, but the client wasn't happy with how long it took. In the end they went for a sixth and I never see them again.

All in all, if you feel like you want a second opinion for whatever reason at all, it is always okay to do so. Please communicate with the primary vet for a referral letter, so the progress would be smooth. Ideally, you want the second opinion to be a specialized vet for your pet's specific issue, not another general vet. Don't go for 6+ vets. That's too many. It would interrupt care plans and make it heal even slower than before.

I hope this helps

[stove---top]

one of my fav halloween cosmetics

[unknownchaos]

Prompt: Stitched together

Second Opinion Medic was the obvious choice for this one :)

[manicpixxiedreambitch]

I need a second opinion. So I’m writing a book, right? In the book, two young children are sent to live with their aunt and her wife after their own parents were deemed abusive and sent to jail for drug use. The children do not fully understand that their parents were abusive, nor do they understand their parents did drugs. I thought it would be a good running joke/essential part of the story that these children suspect that their aunt and her wife are fae. This originally started when their mother (who was homophobic) bitterly said that their aunt and her “roommate” (aka her wife) were fairies (in the derogatory term). The children, not understanding the concept of homophobia or the fact that their mother was using a slur, thought she was calling them fairies in the fairytale book kind of way. The older sibling, the boy, is skeptical of this and says that fairies don’t exist, while his sister has the opposite perspective. The children throughout the story seem to suspect their aunts are fairies and debate over this constantly. The aunts’ behaviors and lifestyle in this story also seems to reinforce their belief, because the children don’t quite understand that normal parents don’t abuse their kids. The aunts live in a beautiful cottage with a lovely garden (it has a sign planted near the mailbox that says “Welcome to the Fairy Cottage”) and it’s in a beautiful small town (one of those small towns where everyone knows everyone) with beautiful and unique people who are kind. The children are pushed to believe their aunts are magical fairies on accident.

Things their aunts do that are apparently “magical”:

One of them has a prosthetic leg

They are both good cooks (their parents only ever used microwave meals) and use herbs in their cooking to help the children’s health.

When the little girl wet herself one of the aunts ran her a bath at the temperature she wanted and put a “potion” in the bath that calmed her down (it was lavender soap) without yelling at her.

One of the aunts is an amazing singer. The other plays piano. They both love to dance. At one point the piano plays itself while they dance. (Its one of those pianos with a self-playing mode)

They understand when the little girl references her synesthesia.

They have a “witch shed” in the back yard. At one point when the little girl is sick, one makes her some tea that helps her feel a little better.

Their house has a bit of a Howls Moving Castle vibe.

They are patient with the children and don’t scream.

One has ADHD and shows symptoms

Upon realizing that the little girl has autism, they took her to a doctor/psychiatrist and got her diagnosed and medicated for it, which helped her. She thinks the pills are magic because they help her function better and she didn’t have too much access to medicine with her parents.

They sewed the leg back on a stuffed animal the older one ripped.

Anyway, last year when I said what the running joke is one of my friends got upset and said that it wasn’t something to joke about (even though this is not meant to be disrespectful or hurtful or offensive, but rather a piece of commentary on the world in the eyes of children) I of course, defended this because I myself am bisexual and thought it would be interesting and a little humorous. Keep in mind, the word fairy is only referenced to have been used as a slur once. The rest of the time it is used, it references the mythical creature with wings. I love the book I am writing so much and this piece of the story is a big part of why I started writing it in the first place, and I would hate for this storyline to have a negative effect on the readers. Should I change it? Is it considered offensive if it’s displayed like this? I’m not trying to make fun, or say that using slurs is funny and okay at all. I just think fairies are neat and children have wild imaginations and lesbians are cool.

[alarminglybad]

Still better than WebMD

[djkerr]

Alden Parker Style | NCIS 20x20 Second Opinion

[fineredmist]

reclaiming secop due to MY mentos illness. but it’s not what makes medic hot. if you can’t handle me at my bubblegum bitch dadada dadada you don’t deserve me at my KILL THEM ALL

[the-love-giver]

Okay, look. I need to settle a debate.

So. A while back, I started making a Little Nightmares au. The concept was that there was a group of kids of different ages that had a little community in the woods, where they'd take in any others they found and everyone would take care of each other. However, there were a few rules.

1. Under no circumstances, do you mess with adults. Too dangerous. Nothing is worth it.

2. Anyone that dies consents to the others distributing their clothes and other belongings, as well as cooking and eating their body if need be.

3. If by some miracle anybody makes it to the age of seventeen, the younger ones are obligated to find a way to kill them as humanely as possible, to protect themselves and spare the older one from becoming fully corrupted.

Now. Several people I know are saying this sounds like a cult. I do not believe that this sounds like a cult; in the context of the universe and the situation they'd all be in, I think it's perfectly reasonable. But I need another opinion. So, here's a poll.