#WE NEED A MEDIC

[valend]

this is how epilating your arms and legs feels

[heaven-s-black-box]

Play Pretend- We need a Medic

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Recovery date: December 13th, 2023

Description: In order to ensure the protection of the alpha, Agent Michigan has been deployed alongside Agent Florida to Blood Gulch outpost Alpha as Blue team’s medic. Her disappearance from the project will be explained through emotional distress over the recent break in and loss of personal; as a medic she has demonstrated an extraordinary amount of care towards the lives of her project mates, far beyond what one would expect of a war torn soldier.

Notes: N/a

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Word count: 346

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A loud thud and the sound of Church yelling echoed down into the base where Y/N was meditating. Instinctively she cracked an eye open and took a slow deep breath.

Church and Tucker’s bickering barely made its way into the base, so she huffed and ascended the ramp just in time to catch-

“If you dented my forehead, Tucker, I am gonna be pissed.”

She snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, making the three men turn to her. In an attempt to pacify them, she waved her hands in surrender and offered them a gentle smile. Before she could apologize, Church spoke up again.

“Let’s try this. I”ll jump outta Lopez’s body real quick…” As he continued on, Y/N came between the other two blues, side eyeing Caboose once she pulled her helmet on.

Lopez shook for a moment, and Tucker leaned around Y/N to address Caboose.

She felt kind of bad for him. Tucker had been hiding behind her when Caboose was around more frequently. Omega seemed to really like picking on the teal soldier, though she wondered if it was less of a preference and more of a safety measure. After all, he probably wouldn’t get much of a rise out of Church, and she was sure he was playing it safe with her to avoid detection. It also meant he picked on Tucker less when she was around. However, if she found more excuses to hang around the two, then that was no one’s business but her own.

“Yeah,” Church’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, “back in the spirit world. All right.”

Blinking twice, she looked around and then felt her eyes widen. As Church continued to relish in his lack of corporeal bonds, she activated her helmet’s zoom and scanned the horizon. Damn it.

“Hey, what did you guys do with my body?”

“Why do you care about your body?” Tucker asked, and Y/N dropped her head in shame. These boys really were idiots. “You can’t even move your… Oh hey look, your legs work.”

[lovely-mogai]

SOMEONE HELP HIM PLEASE

a tardigrade has fallen and scraped all eight of his little knees

[lilly-townshend]

hey STEB NATION (me and 5 other fish enthusiasts) how are we feeling

[800db-cloud]

i’m literally shaking buy them brown contacts pls

[the-smahaj]

Trans downs :<

TRANS RIGHTS

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A fierce duel commences!

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

genuinely one of the most life-ruining things i've seen today. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuyck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what t the fuck what in the fucking fucking fuck seriously what the fuck im about to start screaming what the fuck what the fuck dnt you know how abnormal i am about them what the motherfucking fuck aHELP ME

[nattikay]

Ayhapxì tokxä! Parts of the body!

Small note on kuru vs. tswin: Both terms are listed as "neural queue" in the dictionary. However, the definition for tswin also includes the word "braid" while the definition for kuru does not. This has led some to speculate that kuru refers to the actual flesh-and-nerves organ while tswin refers to the braid of hair that encompasses it—so all Pandoran fauna, including Na'vi, have kuru, but only Na'vi have tswin. I like this theory and chose to reflect it on this chart; however, keep in mind that (as of the time of this post) this distinction is merely speculation/headcanon; it's very possible that the words are actually completely synonymous and interchangeable.

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A few terms that didn't make it onto the chart for various reasons:

ta'leng - skin (wasn't sure how to label something that encompasses the entire body) snatxärem - skeleton (same reason as above) seyri - lip (wasn't enough space left on the face image) reypay - blood (wasn't sure how to represent it in the illustration)

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Versions with English translations available under the cut

[darkacademiaarchibist]

The Four Herberts of the Apocalypse

(in celebration of Medic's legal first name)

[wackarat]

You should draw Scout hugging the Science Party fusion in the Tf2 x SU. Bc they are his dads fr

alr alr

The TF2xSU is from @lenny-link

[heaven-s-black-box]

Medics- We need a Medic

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Recovery date: August 7th, 2023

Description: In order to ensure the protection of the alpha, Agent Michigan has been deployed alongside Agent Florida to Blood Gulch outpost Alpha as Blue team’s medic. Her disappearance from the project will be explained through emotional distress over the recent break in and loss of personal; as a medic she has demonstrated an extraordinary amount of care towards the lives of her project mates, far beyond what one would expect of a war torn soldier.

Notes: N/a

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Word count: 634

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Church called out, running across the canyon.

“I-” there was a sharp, pained gasp, “I’m here!”

The self appointed captain scrambled up the hill and dropped to his knees beside the medic. Y/N was sprawled out in the grass, her helmet heavily damaged with her visor cracked and she was completely covered in dirt.

Church carefully removed her helmet, watching her face contort in pain as she lifted her head. There were a few small cuts where the visor had fractured the worst, and there was some blood pooling in the corner of her mouth.

“Church!” Tucker’s crackly voice filled his helmet. “Did you find her, is she okay?”

“She needs a medic! Call command and have them send one.” He turned back to Y/N and wiped some of the blood from her mouth. “What can I do for you now?”

“Where- Where’s Tex?”

There was a brief silence before he grunted, “Dead.”

“Fuck.” Y/N coughed, wincing and whimpering as pain spread throughout her body. “Bring… med kit… table…”

“Caboose! I need you to bring Y/N’s med kit, it’s on- what do you mean you can’t? Oh for fucks sake, Tucker?”

Y/N watched with blurry vision as Church gave Tucker the order before staring back down at her, his hands hovering over her as he tried to figure out what to do.

“Church… base.”

“Right, uh… shit. Tucker?” He paused for a minute. “I’m bringing Y/N back to base. I know I told you to bring it here but we can’t stay this close to the reds!” Church stood up to look around before bending back down. “Can I pick you up?”

Carefully, Y/N nodded before saying, “Shot… abdomen… car-” Church scooped her up, making her cry out in pain, “careful!”

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s just get you back to base, okay?”

With a tired hum, Y/N let her head fall against Church’s chest plate and her eyes slip closed.

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“Who’s the purple guy?”

“Huh?” Church asked, turning away from his scope.

He and Y/N were up on top of the base, watching the reds and going through their inventory. Y/N was leaning back on one hand, scrolling through the tablet while Church stood beside her.

She’d looked to find someone in purple armor bobbing around. Church realigned his scope in the direction she pointed.

“Maybe command finally sent-”

“Church!”

Y/N leaned forward to look down at Tucker, finding Caboose with him.

“Church!”

“What?!”

“Caboose is doing it again.”

Church threw his head back with a loud groan. “Ugh, I’ll be down there in a minute.” He looked down at the team medic, lowering his voice to ask, “Can’t you deal with them?”

“Nope, you wanted to be the captain.” She clapped the back of his calf as that was all she could reach. “Now I’m gonna suit up, keep an eye on Mr. Da- Mr. Purple.”

Dragging his feet, Church made his way out to the front of the base.

“Medic?” Y/N heard Caboose say as she stepped out of the base. “That was, like, three months ago.”

She stifled a snicker as the medic asked where the patient was and Church pointed out Tex’s grave. Rolling her shoulders to try and alleviate the chill in her chest that came with talking about her dead friend, Y/n strode up between Tucker and Caboose, slinging her left arm over Tucker’s shoulder.

“And this one’s doing fine.”

“But if you could, I wouldn't mind a proper examination.”

“Bow Chika-Ack!” Tucker cried as Y/N tightened her hold around him.

Caboose laughed softly, muttering something about killing Tucker, and earning himself a side glance from Y/N behind her visor.

“Of course,” the medic nodded, “let’s just head into the base. By the way, who’s in the other grave?”

[homkamiro]

You're feeling very sick inside, well, okay...

So you've had a bad day?

I don’t know what to say...

Look what’s become of my doctor...

[hilsonamore]

i don’t get people who don’t ship hilson because like- what more evidence would you want to convince you that they were in love with each other? Seriously, apart form the kiss and the canonical sex etc etc, what more is there? Love confessions? Done. Over-protectiveness? Done. Self-sacrifice? Done. Longing, loving stares? Done. Everyone else being aware of the tension between them? Done. Taking care of each other during difficult times? Done. Being silly and cute only around each other? Done. Always, even after the worst of scenarios have taken place, coming back together? Done. Literally not being able to function normally if the other is unwell/ there’s a rift in their relationship? Done. Being protective of each other when someone dares insult them? Done. Giving up their EVERYTHING just to be together? Done.

Like, WHAT MORE IS THERE?

[nerdgirlnarrates]

Even though it's been months since I switched from neurosurgery to internal medicine, I still have a hard time not being angry about the training culture and particularly the sexism of neurosurgery. It wasn't the whole reason I switched, but truthfully it was a significant part of my decision.

I quickly got worn out by constantly being questioned over my family plans. Within minutes of meeting me, attendings and residents felt comfortable lecturing me on the difficulties of having children as a neurosurgeon. One attending even suggested I should ask my co-residents' permission before getting pregnant so as not to inconvenience them. I do not have children and have never indicated if I plan to have any. Truthfully, I do want children, but I would absolutely have foregone that to be a neurosurgeon. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than anything. But I was never asked: it was simply assumed that I would want to be a mother first. Purely because I'm a woman, my ambitions were constantly undermined, assumed to be lesser than those of my male peers. Women must want families, therefore women must be less committed. It was inconceivable that I might put my career first. It was impossible to disprove this assumption: what could I have done to demonstrate my commitment more than what I had already done by leading the interest group, taking a research year, doing a sub-I? My interest in neurosurgery would never be viewed the same way my male peers' was, no matter what I did. I would never be viewed as a neurosurgeon in the same way my male peers would be, because I, first and foremost, would be a mother. It turns out women don't even need to have children to be a mother: it is what you essentially are. You can't be allowed to pursue things that might interfere with your potential motherhood.

Furthermore, you are not trusted to know your own ambitions or what might interfere with your motherhood. I am an adult woman who has gone to medical school: I am well aware of what is required in reproduction, pregnancy, and residency, as much as one can be without experiencing it firsthand. And yet, it was always assumed that I had somehow shown up to a neurosurgery sub-I totally ignorant of the demands of the career and of pregnancy. I needed to be enlightened: always by men, often by childless men. Apparently, it was implausible that I could evaluate the situation on my own and come to a decision. I also couldn't be trusted to know what I wanted: if I said I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than a mother, I was immediately reassured I could still have a family (an interesting flip from the dire warnings issued not five minutes earlier in the conversation). People could not understand my point, which was that I didn't care. I couldn't mean that, because women are fundamentally mothers. I needed to be guided back to my true role.

Because everyone was so confident in their sexist assumptions that I was less committed, I was not offered the same training, guidance, or opportunities as the men. I didn't have projects thrown my way, I didn't get check-ins or advice on my application process, I didn't get opportunities in the OR that my male peers got, I didn't get taught. I once went two whole days on my sub-I without anyone saying a word to me. I would come to work, avoid the senior resident I was warned hated trainees, figure out which OR to go to on my own, scrub in, watch a surgery in complete silence without even the opportunity to cut a knot, then move to the next surgery. How could I possibly become a surgeon in that environment? And this is all to say nothing of the rape jokes, the advice that the best way for a woman to match is to be as hot as possible, listening to my attending advise the male med students on how to get laid, etc.

At a certain point, it became clear it would be incredibly difficult for me to become a neurosurgeon. I wouldn't get research or leadership opportunities, I wouldn't get teaching or feedback, I wouldn't get mentorship, and I wouldn't get respect. I would have to fight tooth and nail for every single piece of my training, and the prospect was just exhausting. Especially when I also really enjoyed internal medicine, where absolutely none of this was happening and I even had attendings telling me I would be good at it (something that didn't happen in neurosurgery until I quit).

I've been told I should get over this, but I don't know how to. I don't know how to stop being mad about how thoroughly sidelined I was for being female. I don't know how to stop being bitter that my intelligence, commitment, and work ethic meant so much less because I'm a woman. I know I made the right decision to switch to internal medicine, and it probably would have been the right decision even if there weren't all these issues with the culture of neurosurgery, but I'm still so angry about how it happened.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

I wanna laugh and say the Ghost/ExAid movie was the most un-serious thing i've ever seen but it was actually so stressful. Nice job writers!!

Putting this one under the cut cause I gave up on it lol: