#admin peachy

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂

description: lauren and her arsenal player girlfriend go on holiday for their year anniversary and use it as a way to remind everyone why they hold the top spot as fav woso couple

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lauren james x female y/n

disclaimer: I am in no way saying Lauren is gay or bi-sexual - this is strictly a work of fiction

there are not enough blurbs and imagines about lauren so I made some

entirely inspired by @daydreamingleclerc :))

some sexual themes and comments - nothing too bad :)

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Lj10 my girlfriend is hotter than urs 🤷‍♀️👍

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samanthakerr20: @y/n how do you look like that? 😭

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y/n: idk i cry a lot???

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username1: LMAOOOOOO

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username2: she’s so fcking stupid 😂😭

mbrighty04: y/n damnnnnn 🔥🔥

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y/n: heheheh 😙

leahwilliamsonn: okayyyyyy 😍

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y/n: it’s all for u captain 😇

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Lj10: the fck? 🤨🤨

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leahwilliamsonn: shhhh this doesn’t involve you lj

katie_mccabe11: lauren your insta is turning into a y/n fanpage mate …

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y/n: tbf mine is the same for her 😝

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katie_mccabe11: that’s cause ur a simp 👍

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y/n: damnnn grandma learning the kids speech 🥹

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katie_mccabe11: you’re only 21 shut up! 😡

username3: SHES SO HOT OMG 😍😍

username4: fuckkkkkkkkk 🔥🔥🔥

username5: 🍑🍑🍑

miafishel10: how many takes did the second photo take? 😭

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Lj10: too many mate

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y/n: IT HAD TO BE PERFECT BABY 😠

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lucybronze: bet lj didn’t complain too much wth you on top of her tho y/n 😶😶

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Lj10: ;)))

stanwaygeorgia: Cuties 🥺

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y/n: 😊😌

y/n: alsoooo my girlfriend’s hotter than urs baby 💋

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Lj10: liar 🙄

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y/n: ik u r but what am i? 🤷‍♀️

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Lj10: hottest girl in the world ;)

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y/n: I have once again been outplayed lads 🥹

Arsenalwfc: looking peachy y/n! ❤️

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username6: arsenal admin knows what’s up 😭😂

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arsenalwfc: the sky

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username7: OMGGGG 😭😭

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play at the hotel bowling alley ✔️

lauren gets hit on by the waitress whose been serving us all night ✔️

lauren reply with asking for another drink for ‘her missus’ ✔️

me not slapping a bitch ✔️

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username1: HAHAHAHAH

leahwilliamsonn: ShUt UP 😭

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y/n: Wasn’t like we’d been snogging all night either 😠

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reece: shoulda slapped her mate 😂

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Lj10: don’t start !!

username2: I LOVE REECE AND Y/N’S RELATIONSHIP 🥹🥹🥹

katie_mccabe11: I imagine you were fuming ??! 😡

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y/n: nahhh we went and made out in their photo booth and left one of the three print-outs on their cute print wall 💋💋

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lucybronze: iconic 😂

username3: don’t be shy - tell us her name 😶😶

keirawalsh: who won ?? 🤨🤨

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samanthakerr20: deffo y/n 😭💋

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mbrighty04: nahhh lj all the way 👍👍

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caitlinfoord: nah y/n has to be ! xx

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y/n: It was Caity! 😌😌

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Lj10: let you win baby @y/n

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y/n: take that back you little shit 😡

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Lj10: I’m older and taller love 😂

username4: why would she come onto lauren tho ??? like these two are SO in love ?! 😡

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username5: cause lauren’s famous !! 🙄🙄

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y/n just posted on their close friends story

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mbrighty04: I CANNOT WITH YOU TWO 😭

y/n: hehehehehheh 😘

reece: how do i bleach my eyes ?? 😭

y/n: i can do it with a spoon if you need? xx

reece: i hate you sm

jbeattie91: Amber would like to say she is stealing all of these poses for us 😝

y/n: YALL WOULD EAT THESE OMG 😫😫

lucybronze: you two 🙄🥺

y/n: luv u too !!

miafishel10: HAWT 🔥

y/n: like you b 😉😗

samanthakerr20: YOU LEFT THAT?

ON THE WALL?

FOR EVERYONE TO SEE?

y/n: nahhh only pictures 2-4 😜

samanthakerr20: you give me gray hairs

k says you guys r cute tho

y/n: omg say hi to her i miss her sm !! 🥺💋

katie_mccabe11: jesus god

y/n: not in this place of worship

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y/n just posted on their close friends story

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miafishel10: HAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS GOLD 😭😭

stanwaygeorgia: PLOT TWIST LMAO 😂

lucybronze: omg NO

y/n: istg luce imma slap this bitch - SHES ASKED LJ THREE TIMES IF SHE WANTS HELP PUTTING SUNCREAM ON

lucybronze: i kinda want you too, but Keira is saying no to the slap

y/n: UGH fineee

samanthakerr20: THIS IS CHAOS

alessiarusso99: omg omg omg

ella says mark your territory …

y/n: BET

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y/n just posted on their close friends story

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reece: HAHAHAHAHAHAH 😭😭

y/n: the games the game 🤷‍♀️

katie_mccabe11: absolutely gold omg 😶😶

y/n: honestly it was outta pocket 😫

alessiarusso99: omg omg omg

y/n: it was honestly a moment 😭

lucybronze: what a day 😂

y/n: honestly it was a nice day mainly 😜

miafishel10: is the new one nice at least????

y/n: HES FANTASTIC! His name is Sam and he’s showing us his puppy he has with his bf which is adorable and he’s taken some cute pics of me and Laur so look out for them ;))))

miafishel10: legend 😫❤️

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Lj10 just posted

Lj10 we really are hot

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mbright04: cuties 🥺

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Lj10: cheers Mills! y/n says luv u! x

samanthakerr20: these are actually so sweet 😫

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Lj10: Thanks Sammy 👍

lucybronze: who took these photos?!!

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Lj10: our new waiter Sam! Absolute Legend!

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y/n: we love sam v much! 😘

username1: THEY ARE SO CUTE

username2: UGH 🔥

username3: ROMANTIC! ❤️❤️

y/n: just would like to point out as cute as these are - lj still wouldn’t play mermaids with me :((((

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reece: @Lj10 that is UNACCEPTABLE 😡😡

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y/n: thank you ik !! 😌

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Lj10: omg babe 🙄

alessiarusso99: I’LL PLAY MERMAIDS WITH YOU Y/N 🩷🩷

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ellatoone: SAME

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esme.morgan: SAME 😌😌

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y/n: HOW QUICK CAN YA’LL GET ON A PLANE 🥺😩

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Lj10: YOU LOT DARE ISTG 😠😤

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y/n one whole year with you baby and six more days in our own paradise ❤️ i love you x

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Lj10 i love you so lucky to have had a year with you, excited for more to come <3 xx

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ya girl ran out of image allowances on the app - which ngl is stupid!

But lemme what you lot think?? request if you want anything and I’ll do my best xoxox

- Queenie xo

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Sweet on You, Chapter 3

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: HERE

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N

Word Count: ~1850

A/N: I had entirely too much fun writing the terms of Matt and Reader's contract, lol.

As always, if you'd like to be tagged in this or any of my other stories, please let me know!

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Tag List (struck-through blogs could not be tagged): @danzer8705 @capylore @shouldbestudying41 @atemydadforbreakfast @peachy-flxwr @sleepysleepymom @fishinsuits @milkbummm @lazyxsquirrel @beezusvreeland @caughtthefever @bohemianrhapsody86

Thank God it's almost time to go, you thought to yourself as you began to get ready to leave work on Monday afternoon. Wish they'd hurry up and replace Roxy and Tabitha soon.

You had been one of three admin assistants until two months ago when Roxy, the junior admin who had told you about Sugar and Spice, had moved across the country for a job that would actually utilize her college degree, and Tabitha, a glorified intern with no administrative skills who you suspected had only been hired because one or more of the partners had thought she was hot, had gotten fired for showing up to work still wasted after a night of partying. Now you were on your own and doing the work of three people with no relief in sight.

From the moment you arrived at the office at 8 AM that morning until right then when it was time to leave you had been going non-stop. You had fielded phone calls, made appointments, arranged travel, greeted clients, fetched water and coffee, filed for permits, picked up lunch for all three partners from three different restaurants, ordered flowers for your actual boss's girlfriend's birthday, made copies, and printed and mailed invoices -- all with a smile on your face and without a word of thanks from anyone. 

Needless to say, you were looking forward to a drink and a nice, pleasant dinner that you didn't have to prepare yourself and could actually sit down and eat rather than have to quickly inhale like you had had to do with the sandwich you had procured from the deli down the street for lunch.

At 5 PM on the dot you shut down your computer and unlocked your desk drawer to grab your purse.

You went to the bathroom to freshen up before poking your head into your boss's office. “Hi, Mr. DiStefano, I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for the day.”

“Okay,” Mr. DiStefano replied without looking up from the floor plans he was studying.

You waited for a moment to see if he was going to say ‘thank you, have a great evening ’ -- or anything else for that matter -- but he didn't. “Okay then, see you tomorrow.”

You stopped by the other two partners’ offices to let them know that you were leaving, receiving very much the same non-response from both.

You sighed as you left your office and headed towards Nelson, Murdock, and Page. You were feeling extremely unappreciated and underpaid, especially since you were now having to fill the admin assistant role for all 3 partners at once. Maybe it's time to start looking for another job…

You shook your head. You weren't going to even think about trying to find another job until after you got your mother's medical debt paid off. One thing at a time.

“--Yo, Matty, we hitting up Josie's tonight?”

Matt looked up and shook his head as Foggy stopped by his office. “Actually, I can't. I have plans after work.”

Foggy gasped. “Do you have a date ?”

He poked his head out of Matt's office. “ HEY KAREN, MATT HAS A DATE TONIGHT! ” he yelled down the hall.

Matt sighed. Here we go. He was glad that you and he had already come up with a cover story on how you had met so he wouldn't have to think of one on the spot.

“So, what's her name and how'd you meet her?” Foggy asked.

Matt said your name. “We met at The Brew Towers on Saturday.”

“Ooh, coffee shop meet-cute,” Karen gently teased as she joined him and Foggy in his office. “How romantic.”

“Yeah, tell us more,” Foggy added. “Did you spill your coffee on her? Accidentally grab each other's order? Brush hands across the condiment station?”

Matt chuckled. “Actually, we struck up a conversation while we both were waiting in line to order and since it was busy and tables were scarce we decided to sit together. We hit it off, so I asked her to have dinner with me tonight.”

“So where are you taking her?” 

“Okinawa.”

Foggy huffed out a laugh. “Ooh, fancy.” 

Matt shrugged. “It was close to the office.”

“What time are you meeting her there?” Karen asked.

Matt shook his head. “Actually, she's meeting me here in about 10 minutes and we're going to walk over together.” 

“Well, I'm really happy for you and I hope everything works out with her.”

“Yeah, same,” Foggy added. “It's good to see you putting yourself out there again, buddy.”

Matt inwardly cringed. After everything he, Foggy, and Karen had been through he hated lying to them, especially when they seemed so genuinely happy for him. “Thanks.”

“Guess it's just us at Josie's then, Kare. Let's go before she gets here -- I’m sure Matt doesn't want to scare her away by introducing her to us too soon.” Foggy rapped his knuckles on Matt's desk. “I expect a full report on your date tomorrow morning, Matthew.”

Matt chuckled with a nod. “Will do. ‘Night, guys.”

He waited until Foggy and Karen had left before pulling up his and your contract and printing copies in both standard and Braille print.

A few minutes later he heard your footsteps approaching the office, so he walked out into the lobby to greet you. 

“Hi, Matt,” you said as you entered.

“Hi,” Matt replied. “How are you?”

“I'm good, and you?”

“I'm good too, thanks.” Matt gestured towards his office. “Let's go to my office.”

He led you down the hall to his private office. “Have a seat. Would you like something to drink? We have water, soda, tea, juice…”

“No, I'm okay,” you said as you sat. “Thank you though.”

Matt sat across from you. “Alright…”

He picked up the print copy of your contract and handed it to you. “Here’s the contract. I'll read through it, just let me know if you have any questions.”

“Okay.”

Matt cleared his throat and began to read. “Memorandum of Agreement. This memorandum of Agreement is made by and between Matthew M. Murdock and…”

He could hear your quiet, steady breathing as you followed along. He had tried to make the contract as simple and straightforward as possible in order to protect both himself and you.

“...Shall provide the following obligations,”  he continued. “Accompany Matthew to lunch and/or dinner at minimum twice weekly. Accompany Matthew to business-related events as requested with minimum 72 hours prior notice. Accompany Matthew to non-business events as requested, dependent on availability.”

“Wait, what does that last part mean?” you asked.

“Just that every once in a while I might ask you to do something with me that doesn't involve a sit-down meal,” Matt replied. “But also that I'm not going to make you drop everything just to have a cup of coffee or take a walk with me.”

“Oh, okay, that's fair.” You paused. “Sorry, go ahead.”

Matt nodded. “In exchange, Matthew shall provide the following obligations: Monthly stipend of $1,500 --”

“Wait, wait,” you interrupted again. “We only agreed on a thousand a month.”

Matt shrugged. “Yeah, but I thought about it and decided that fifteen hundred was a more fair amount for your time.” Especially since you're using it to help your mother.

You sucked in a soft breath. “Oh.��

Matt could tell you were torn between arguing with him and just accepting the higher amount and waited until you decided which path to take. 

Finally, you sighed. “Okay.”

“Okay. ‘Payment for all outings and events, including but not limited to meals, beverages, gratuities, tickets, souvenirs, and gifts. In the event of a professional obligation, arrangement and payment for appropriate garments for said obligation. Accompaniment to requested events with minimum 72 hours prior notice, dependent on availability.” Matt paused. “I figure it's only fair in case you have a work event or something else you'd need a plus-one for.”

You huffed out a mirthless laugh. “Even though I have to plan and set them up I never get invited to actually attend any of DiStefano, Williams, and Abbott’s events, but that's good in case I ever do.”

Matt's brow furrowed at your slightly bitter tone. He'd have to find out more about your job. “Anyway, ‘Confidentiality: Each party shall treat as strictly confidential the nature of said Agreement as a result of entering into or performing duties outlined in this Agreement’. ”

“Snitches get stitches,” you quipped. “Or in this case, sued.”

Matt chuckled. “Relation of the Parties: The relationship between both parties is that of a platonic nature and of partners in a business transaction. No other nature of relationship is obligatory herewith.”

He continued on with the rest of the contract -- termination of the agreement (that either he or you could terminate the contract for any reason at any time with 30 days prior notice), remedies on default (that if one or both of you failed to perform your duties or otherwise broke a clause in the contract, the contract as a whole would be rendered null and void) and finally, amendments (that the contract could be amended at any time with the express written agreement of both you and Matt.)

“Governance: This contract shall be governed by and construed in accordance with the laws of the State of New York,” Matt concluded. “Signed by both parties stated here within and effective as of date first written above.”

He tilted his head back up towards you. “Everything sound fair to you?”

You were silent for a moment. “Yeah. Yeah, I think it's fair.”

“Okay then.” Matt handed you a pen and the second printed copy of the contract. “Just so we both have signed print copies.”

“Okay, yeah, no problem.” You signed your name on both copies of the contract. “Am I signing the Braille one too then?”

Matt nodded and handed you the Braille copy, quickly feeling the text below where your signature would go. “Sign right above here.”

“Okay.” You quickly signed your name. “All done.”

Matt signed his name on all three copies of the contract and set both his Braille and print copies into his desk drawer before locking it, then he folded your copy and put it into an envelope. “Here you go. Now that business is settled, how about we celebrate our new arrangement with some dinner?”

He heard you tuck your copy of the contract into your purse. “That sounds wonderful,” you replied.

Matt stood. “Shall we, then?”

He retrieved his coat from the coat rack and took his cane out of the inside pocket, then you both headed back towards the lobby.

Matt turned the lights off and opened the door for you. “After you.”

You stepped outside. “Thank you.”

Matt followed you outside then locked the door behind the two of you. “This way.”

You headed down the sidewalk to what Matt hoped was the first of many get-togethers, a comfortable silence between you.

[roleplaypositivity]

Since Black Cat did it, it’s my turn finally~

Hello! This is your resident Peachy here! Now, it’s no secret who I am. (Though it might be. Many of you may have no idea who I am on site xD).

I am the original creator of the blog, and the one who has been running it solo for the past several weeks. I now have an amazing co-admin in my WP and Best Friend.

On site I have several pages, my main and most notable being blackWINGS;; (angelicdeath is my url) where I write as the Vampire Armand from the Vampire Chronicles. Most of my pages fall into that verse, haha. But! I do dabble in a few others and also have a historical account — Anish Sengupta (combatmedic) and a Castlevania account —Sypha Belnades (godhatesme). If you search penned by Eds in the playby you can find all my accounts.

You may call me Peachy, Armand, Eds, or Orange Cat.

My discord is also open — a.real.trouper and I am happy to add anyone and everyone (though I am notoriously slow xD).

Thank you all for the support and making this blog what it is.

❤️❤️❤️

[inkformyblood]

Divinity in the mundane (Ghost/Soap)

(Established early relationship, Canon verse)

“Soap. How copy?”

Soap shifts from one foot to the other, trying to crack the joints seemingly welded into place in his boot. There’s a bead of sweat pooling in the divots of his spine, pausing for long enough that he thinks it’ll finally just stay fucking put and he can focus on something else before it slides down to the next notch. He is already dreading what will happen if it gets close enough to the scratches decorating the planes of his hips. He’s not being shot at so that’s something at least. It’s only a small something given the unbearable fucking day of sunny weather that the universe has saw fit to bestow him when there’s an inspection and he can’t enjoy it.

“Just peachy, LT. Haven’t seen you around yet today.” Johnny had thrown on the throat mic only mostly out of habit, and if he had been hoping to hear Ghost in his ear then that is entirely his business and no-one else’s. He had heard Ghost plenty the night before, but Soap is a man of simple tastes and, right now, that is entirely Ghost.

Ghost hums and Soap tries to picture his expression like he’s trying to line up a jigsaw in his head, constructing half a thousand stolen glances at the exact shape of pale eyes and the idea of his mouth beneath dark fabric.

“Thought you were meant to be good at this, Johnny,” Ghost says and something in Soap’s stomach tightens. He feels like a dog at a starting line, Ghost’s hand looped through his collar (through the dark fabric keeping the mic attached to him, a leash he’s put on willingly each and every morning), waiting for the word to run.

He’d throw himself off a building if Ghost asked him to.

He has done it before.

“See if you can spot me, Johnny.”

“Yeah?” Soap scans his immediate surroundings, the empty stretch of the training grounds and the low huddle of the buildings just beyond it. Behind him is the crawl of an abandoned observation tower, tentatively blocked off by hazard tape and about six months worth of pigeon shit. He can only guess that he’s been stationed all the way out here to reduce the chance of the higher-ups from stumbling across him and his very sensible and necessary questions about their explosion budget. “Do I get something if I win, LT?”

There’s the low rumble of exhalation that hisses into static before Ghost answers, “What are you thinking, Johnny?”

Soap can picture him clearly like he’s already spilled his heart onto the pages of his sketchbook, the background inconsequential compared to the hazy fog of smoke filtering from Ghost’s mask, his gaze dark from beneath pale lowered lashes. He shifts where he’s standing, standing up straight and pressing his thumb into his palm to try and alleviate the craving to touch, to hold, to tear. It only mostly works. “I could think of something.”

“I’m sure you could.”

There’s a likely building at the edge of the field, one side freshly painted in such a blinding shade of white that Soap thinks it could be used in place of a floodlight if someone put a candle too close to it. There’s a set of admin offices inside he thinks, helpfully packed to the brim of anxious nail-biters and Ghost, his Ghost, tall and broad and nearly always dressed in black, would stick out like a sore thumb. Not impossible then, but looking less like an option.

“Do I get any clues, LT?” Soap rasps, prodding at his lower lip with his tongue. He knew he should have taken the chance to bring one of the little shitty plastic cups of coffee out with him, knew the moment he had walked out of the door grumbling about this dogshit location that he would. He bets Ghost has got a cup of tea with him, probably managed to terrify one of the new recruits into bringing him one.

A pigeon lands heavily on the ground next to him, some huge unit of a bird with pale blotched feathers over its chest. It coos, eyeing Soap up with mindless uncomprehension before it patters off back into the relative shade of the structure behind him.

“Three clues, Johnny. Think you can manage it with that?”

“Yessir.”

Directly across the field is one of the training rooms. The windows are set high up on the walls and three of them are open, all clustered in one corner. He thinks it might be one of the speciality courses inside, one of the collections of discarded children’s playground equipment being passed off as a high-tech and intentionally designed training course. Soap swears one of the ropes is actually a skipping rope with the handles cut off. Ghost could be in there, the location suits him given that it is high up so he is unlikely to be stumbled upon by any higher-ups in their carefully pressed dress uniforms. Soap can picture him sprawled out over one of the higher platforms, bisected by a careful circle of sunlight that had drawn a pale arc over the wood beneath him, his mask pulled up over his nose just so he can grin his sharp-toothed smile down at Soap’s misery.

He might as well make sure.

“Can I have a clue, LT?”

“I’m outside, Johnny.”

Soap’s carefully constructed picture crumples into dust. He might try to draw it later, get some of the itch in his fingers out with the scratch of pencil, hold his thumb up to the curve of Ghost’s waist to commit the angle of it to memory when he knows how it feels beneath his hands.

Outside. Wind in his hair, sun on his skin.

He’d had to do a science experiment in school once, packed off home with two plants in shitty plastic pots and bundled into a shopping bag he’d had to bring in with him. His Ma had grumbled a little about that, asking if she was meant to fortify him with a hammer and nails whenever the school needed repairs done too but she had pulled one from the depths of the kitchen drawer readily enough. One of the plants had been set on the kitchen windowsill and its height tracked carefully in Johnny’s exercise book, while the other had been relegated to the cupboard under the stairs. He’d wept over the plant, he remembers, stricken with grief over the stretched-thin yellow thing that had emerged, grown too high to support itself, searching for a light that it would never find.

Ghost reminds him a little of that plant, grown too fast, drained of colour, devoid of even the scant kindness that sunlight could offer him.

Wouldn’t be for long if Johnny got his way.

“Do you know what the vicar said at the farmer’s wedding, LT?”

“No,” Ghost says, a note of starved amusement in his voice. It’s the same as a handler’s whistle, a signal for Johnny to sit up and pay fucking attention to what’s being offered to him, a glimpse behind a mask made of more than just dark fabric and some paint. Johnny thinks about kissing him, about learning the shape of his mouth in every way he can.

“Speak now or forever hold your peas.”

Ghost laughs in a short sharp exhalation and Johnny burns with something he doesn’t dare name. Not yet. Not here in the uncaring light of day, the thought feels better suited for the slightly larger-than-average bed in Ghost’s room that holds his warmth and his shape like the world had curled itself around him, just like Johnny had. “Not bad. Not good either.”

“I can take that.”

There’s a large field between Johnny and the main section of the compound. In the distance, he could just make out the huddled sacrifices of those unfortunate few dragged in front of the higher-ups to be interrogated, have their hands shaken, poor bastards. Could his initial thought be wrong and Ghost is amongst them? He would have to be speaking quietly in order to still speak to Johnny (and something burning and possessive coils in his throat, neatly laced around the strap of his mic) and Johnny grins to himself about it all. “Another clue, LT?”

“I’m far away from nearly everyone.”

For fuck’s sake.

Could Ghost read his thoughts? Johnny widens his stance slightly, swaying back into the meagre hollow of shade the decaying building offers him, and presses his fist into his palm. It’s not a full shoulders back, head bowed, on your fucking knees, hands together in prayer, but it’s as close as Johnny gets nowadays when he’s not kneeling on the faded carpet of Ghost’s room with a reverent hand in his hair and he can see divinity in the sunlight streaming through the cracks in the blinds that catch the jagged edges of Ghost’s shoulders.

Hang on a fucking second.

A pigeon coos somewhere behind him, low and sonorous, and Soap looks up.

It’s just a building at first, decorated with heavy pools of shadow and a liberal coat of bird shit along every possible edge, imposing in a cheap horror movie kind of way and Soap cups a hand around his eyes to try and blot out the sun. Then, Ghost moves, swings one leg out and back again in his heavy duty boots with the laces knotted so many times they’re an archeological exploration to undo (but Soap would pledge himself to it) and he’s transformed into flesh and blood and bone.

Ghost waves. “How copy, Johnny?”

“Ghost.” Johnny grins up at him. “Good to see you. You been keeping me company?”

“Better you than anyone else,” Ghost says. “Ready to head inside?”

Soap glances away, tracking the dark shift of the higher-ups as they head towards the exit of the site, and back again, hungry for even this distant study of Ghost. “Yeah, LT. Got to claim my prize after all.”

[daily-oskari]

Admin Peachy here!

A personal announcement, I will be going to be off for a 5-day Military semester from college tomorrow, so I would start to be slow on uploading stuff for this account

Admin Peachy signing off

[deoboyznet]

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

below, you'll find all of our network members! to apply to become a housemate/member, refer to the application post.

members (alphabetical, by user)

★ indicates admin status

@aeharbour — arden, she/her

@all-about-kyu — jasper, she/her

@astrae4 — gill, she/her

@bella-feed — bella, they/them

@biaswreckingfics — britt, she/her

@ceebit — cece, she/her

@cloverdaisies — clo/clover, she/her

@cupidjyu — yumi, any prns

@daisyvisions — daisy, she/her

@deobienthusiast — k, she/her

@dreamyzhou — elle/ellie, she/her

@ethereal-engene — ash, she/her

@everykebbie — yas, she/her

@from-izzy & @/from-m-izzy — izzy, she/her

@gluion — moni, they/them

@hcuyk — vae, she/her

@haechanhues — niwa, she/her

@hursheys — vesper, she/her

@hongyangi & @/coboftea — dal, she/they

@hyungseos-cafe — peony, she/her

@jinisnuggets — jini, she/her

@jinnieboosworld — peachy/mio, she/her

@justalildumpling — j, she/her

@juyeonszn — fawn, she/her

@kimsohn — maya, ask for pronouns

@kkinou — boki, she/her

@leejuyeonswifey — aya, she/her

@littleroaes — dora, she/her

@loserlvrss — soph, she/any

@mars101 — mars, any prns

@pagesofmiracles — mi, she/her

@quaissants — mona, she/her

@sanaxo-o — sana, she/her

@slytherinshua — zanna, she/her

@snowflakewhispers — ophelia, she/her

@sohnric — bar, she/her

@stealanity — matty, she/her

@strayed-quokka — lennon, she/her

@sunfleursgarden — fleur, she/her

@sungbeam — beam/duckie, she/her ★

@sureogi — mae/julia, she/her

@tbzhub — codi, they/them

@winterchimez & @/midnightfantasiez — ally, she/her

@wuahae — cat, she/her

[chaosites]

Fuck it. Official chaosites playlist masterpost. Everyone is always taking song recs for theirs.

ULTIMATE CHAOSMAXXER MIX

ADMIN'S PHANMIX (empty)

ALAN'S SCHOOLYARD SOUNTRACK

AMITY'S ARRANGEMENT (empty)

⛓️🩷ANGIE'S WET N WILD MIX

ANN'S SWEET TOOTH TUNES

AUBREY'S BUNNY BEATS

BASIL'S PLANT DAD PSYCHOSIS PLAYLIST

BRANDON'S SELF SOOTHING SOUNDTRACK

CAINE'S DIGITAL DANCE PARTY

CALLUM'S CHILL BEATS TO DRAW TO

CATRA'S MIX (empty)

CHARA'S MALADJUSTED MIX

CHEL-C'S FILTHY PANNY PLAYLIST

CHIA'S MEATY MIX (empty)

CHOCO'S FLOATY FEELING MIX

CIRI'S MOIST MIX (empty)

CLARA'S WITCHY BREW

CLYDE'S FUCKASS SEXY MIX

COCOA'S NORMAL GIRL MIX (empty)

COLBIE'S TIKTOK FAMOUS TUNEZ

C'S MIX (empty)

DARCY'S EVIL SINISTER MIND MELDING MIX

EEF'S GONGOOZLER GROOVES

ENTRAPTA'S TECHUM TUNES

ETHAN LEE'S KRAZY KIDCORE MIX

GARY'S CAKE MIX (empty)

GENO'S GROCERY STORE TRIP MIX

GLASS' CLASSIC TEA TIME TUNES

GREGORY'S UPSTAIRS BREACH MIX

HAL'S SPACE PIRATING PLAYLIST

HERO'S PRODUCTIVITY PLAYLIST (empty)

HL'S HUNGRY MIX

IV'S ISOLATION MIX (empty)

IZIA'S BOREDOM BANISHING BEATS (empty)

JACKIE'S RIGHT PEACHY PLAYLIST (empty)

JAX'S TURKEY DINNER CHALLENGE TRAINING MIX

JILL'S SUPER SLASHER SOUNDTRACK

JOAN'S ALL NATURAL TRAIL MIX (empty)

KALE'S GREENHOUSE GROOVES (empty)

KAM'S SHOCKING SOUNDS

KEL'S BALLIN BEATS

KEN'S MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION MIX

|||KID'S GRIM MIX|||

KIRA'S ALL OUT AUDITORY ATTACK

KITTY'S MEOWMIX (empty)

KOKO'S SWEET AND CUTE MIX

KRIS' TOP 10 MIX (empty)

KY-L13'S MIX (TAK1NG SUGGEST1ONS!) (empty)

LAZULI'S LAMENTS

LONNIE'S LEZZING OUT MIX (BETTER THAN TRENT'S BTW)

LOOP'S HELPFUL HITS

LUCI'S TEMPTING TUNES

MABEL'S BEDAZZLING BEATS (empty)

MAE'S SHAPES AND BEATS MIX

MAL'S MIX (empty)

MARCY'S TAVERN TUNES

MARIE'S STUPIDIDIOT MIX (empty)

MARI'S PICNIC PLAYLIST (empty)

MARSHALL'S SUPER SCARY EVIL DEMON MIX🦇

MARS' SPACE OUT MIX

MARX'S CIRCUS MIX (empty)

MATTIE'S MANIC MIX

MAXIE'S MIX (empty)

MELON'S JUICY JAMS

MIKA'S WAITING ROOM MIX

MIMI'S FUCK MACHINE MIX

MINA'S ACID TRIP (empty)

M'S POTENTIAL COVER COLLECTION

MUSTARD'S MIX (empty)

NASTASIA'S BRAINWASHING BEATS (empty)

NEIL BANGIN OUT THE TUNES👍

NIKO'S PANCAKE-EATING PLAYLIST (empty)

RALSEI'S PROPHETIC PLAYLIST (empty)

RAY'S FLORAL ARRANGEMENT (empty)

RAZ'S LEVITATION TRAINING TUNES (empty)

RED'S MIX (empty)

SAL'S SANITY-SPLITTING HEADBANGERS (empty)

☆SEVEN ZERO SEVEN'S☆ JUSTICE SERVING JAMS

🐾'S GOOD BOY TREAT BEATS (empty)

SIMON'S ABSOTIVELY ALL TO THE MUSTARD MIX

SI'S INVESTIGATION MIX (empty)

SKEVIN'S SEXY SPITE SOUNDTRACK (empty)

SONIA'S SAPPHIC SOUNTRACK (empty)

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST DONE FERNSTYLE (empty)

☆SUPER STAR MIX☆

SWEETHEART'S WEDDING ARRANGEMENT

SYSFRIN'S SOUNDTRACK

🧤's OST (empty)

TIM TAM'S STOLEN SONGS (empty)

TOBI'S FUNNY FISH FRIDAY MIX (empty)

TOKO'S REPRESSED CATHOLIC HOUSEWIFE MIX (empty)

TORRIN'S OCCULT MIX

TRAVIS' GOD-FEARING GROOVES

TRENT'S RAGEFAG MIX

VANELLOPE'S ALLSORTS MIX (empty)

VIXXXXX MIXXXXXXX

X'S MIX (empty)

???'s MIX (empty)

🔪's MIX (empty)

[skeeballcatt22]

Even though Disgrace is really old and I've taken the ideas and stories for my own personal work, it's still a big part of my writing journey. Here's a scene I rewrote:

“It’s not a prank,” a cold voice seethed from the roof of town hall. Grian sat above them all, dark eyes shaded by shaggy and dirty bangs. Grian jumped down, landing on one knee right in front of Etho and Xisuma, displaying the blood stain on his back to the two. He stood up, straightening his ripped tank top.

“You okay there, dude?” Ren asked from the crowd.

Grian flipped his hair out of his face, giving a clear view to the myriad of scratches on his face. “Peachy.” He looked back at his admin and Etho and then back to the crowd.

 He leaned casually forward on the railing, clicking his tongue, “It’s not a prank, it’s not some big ‘gotchu’; I blew the mansion sky high. Wasn’t gonna finish it anyways,” He added the last part under his breath. Grian looked dictionary sick; pale skin, sunken eyes, and red nose. His expression sat neutral on his face, “And, y’know what? It’s really nothing to anyone’s concern, y’know?” He stood, stretching his back, “I’ll just rebuild it or something!”

Impulse stepped up, “We can help you, if you want,” He said, “We could help get you some of those materials back.”

“No, really, don’t bother with that--”

“Grian, really, if there’s something  you need help with we are here for you,” Cleo oftered.

Grian put his hand up before anyone else could speak, “I get it; y'all want to help me. I appreciate it, I really do, but I made this mess, and I alone will clean it up. I got upset and KA-BOOM! Y’know?” He laughed in a way that added to the strange air of his behavior.

A small part of Xisuma wanted to be proud of him for coming forward with what happened, but the rest of him was too unsettled by it to fully commit to that conclusion. Grian turned around and shoved his way through Etho and Xisuma to get into the town hall.

Mumbo narrowed his eyes from the back of the crowd, “We should go talk to him.”

“Why would we want to?” Bdubs said. Doc shoved him and walked with Mumbo to the steps of town hall. The hermits moved out of their way, Ren asking if they had any idea what was going on. Scar came with them, reassuring the hermits that, as their mayor, he would bring answers shortly. Iskall and Bdubs stayed behind.

They walked up the steps and Scar turned to address the crowd, “Now this was a strange way to start the day, and I can promise that answers will be brought shortly! I hope knowing that griefing isn’t a potential causation eases your nerves!” 

“We’ll go talk to him,” Mumbo told Xisuma. The admin gave a solemn nod. They walked into the town hall, the empty room devoid of the diamond throne, only Grian standing in the center, a clear view of the blood stain on his shirt.

“Grian-” Doc stepped forward first, Grian suddenly turning around, fists readied. He lowered his arms seeing Mumbo and Doc.

“Oh,” He said as if he wasn’t about to sucker punch Doc, “Sup guys.”

“Sup,” Mumbo said, laughing softly in an attempt to ease Grian’s nerves, “You doing okay, buddy?”

Grian’s smile looked like his own for the first time in… actually a while. “I should tell the truth shouldn’t I?”

“I think that would help everyone, yeah,” Doc said, harsher than he meant it.

“Yeah,” Grian chuckled, “Um, well, I just haven’t… felt like myself recently,” He started pacing, immediately putting off Doc and Mumbo. “I’m sure people have started to notice it, but my dumbass can’t remember how to act.” He stopped pacing and looked Mumbo and Doc in the eyes, another thing that made the room stale. “Like, you guys, you look terrified.”

“You don’t normally stare at me like that,” Mumbo admitted. 

“See!” Grian said, starting to pace again, “Let me guess, I don’t normally pace either?” Doc and Mumbo shook their heads. Grian sighed and stood still, eyes on the ground. “You want the truth? The truth-truth? I'm not the great builder you think I am. I’m not smart, I’m not socially adept, I’m not anything you think I am.” He looked away and crossed his arms, wincing, “I’m not what you think I am.”

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 111: A New Friend on the Force

Peachy’s struggles with his pregnancy didn’t keep him from doing his best for his friends at work, and also for his friend that had needed work.

As promised, he had set Fabian up with an interview at the precinct, and the redhead’s prior experience as a paranormal investigator (and reformed troublemaker) wound up helping him place very favorably in the department right off the bat.

While Peachy still wished he and Jack could still be working together, it was great to have his old friend as his new partner on the force.

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Remembering how Jack had helped guide him during his early days Peachy tried to do the same for Fabian.

He showed him how to build a top-notch crime map, gather and process evidence, and all the quick tricks to get suspects to confess to their misdeeds once you could corner them with proof of their crimes.

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When Fabian’s first official case got stuck at a dead end Peachy rallied their co-workers to help the newbie bring his collar to justice.

From assisting with the chemical analysis to discussing theories and showing him the most effective way to search through the vast crime database, every detective, tech and admin at the precinct pitched in to show Fabian how to get the job done right.

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While both men had matured since their days hiding to avoid class, the slacker bros still made time for a bit of fun “on the clock”.

Fabian was deep into potion brewing, hoping to learn the secret of immortality. He wanted to stay forever young and have eternity to see the world.

To that end the mages set up an old cauldron on the rooftop and spent any spare moment working together to brew up exotic potions with the ingredients Fabian had collected.

As with most other things these days the baby made the task harder than it should have been, but Peachy pushed through, determined not to let pregnancy discomfort keep him from doing the things he enjoyed.

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Fabian’s knack for policing and his eye on immortality had Peachy considering him as a long-term solution to “the Nancy problem”.

They invited him over for dinner and introduced him to the truth about the Landgraab matriarch. While Jack grilled up some easy on the stomach potatoes his husband outlined “the Nancy problem” for his bro as well as his and Jack’s ongoing quest to if not actually bring her to justice, then at least reign in her rein of embezzlement, blackmail and corruption.

As Peachy had risen steadily through the ranks at the station, he had seen evidence that Bianca had been right. The Landgraab matriarch was protecting herself and her minions from the consequences of her non-stop high-level robbery by being a valuable asset or dangerous threat to those in power.

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Peachy knew that whenever he decided to leave policing behind, he’d need someone he could trust to continue his work to limit the damage she could do to society. Fabian, immortal and eventually placed as chief of police, would be the perfect foil to her own immortal shenanigans.

He promised to introduce Fabian to his ever-living friends and relatives to help with his quest for everlasting life, if his fellow mage found their undertaking a worthy endeavor to join.

Fabian wasn’t the most ambitious but had found that he really enjoyed policing and could see himself at the top of the heap someday. He also loved the idea of bringing down the sim who had endangered his hometown of Strangerville to mine the alien plants for valuable secrets.

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With Fabian’s commitment pledged the men headed inside to play some cards and celebrate.

Every resource they secured was one more piece added to the puzzle that they hoped would one day be the story of the fall of Nancy Landgraab.

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Want To See More? View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[rpcburnbook]

burnbook admin do you play on Peachy?

no.

[merciful-aceso]

Crumping (not a typo of crumpets)

You get all kinds of odd words and phrases when you let scientists and doctors name things without strict oversight. One of my favorites is “bleb”. It’s the visual equivalent of an onomatopoeia. A bleb is when a cell membrane (or any other membrane for that matter) goes “bleb” and sticks out a little nubbin like a cat sticking their tongue out. This term was created by some lab gremlins with microscopes that watched cells go “bleb” and they got the official name in the published paper before anyone in admin or marketing got word of it. One of my favorites of these terms from medicine is “crump”. I do not know the providence of the term, nor do I remember where, when, or from whom I first heard it, but it is a particularly illustrative word.

 To “crump” is to go off the end of a cliff in terms of presentation of illness. It’s when a patient that was doing well, or at least okay-ish, just heckin’ tanks. Their vital signs stop being worrying and start being terrifying, the patient will look like they just flopped headfirst onto death’s door, and it can be quite the cause for alarm sometimes.

 For an example, I was scampering around doing my regular duties as an ER tech in the children’s hospital when we get a call from an urgent care saying that they’re sending us a kiddo that doesn’t look great. They aren’t sending the patient by ambulance because they’re mostly fine…-ish, but they need more of a workup than the urgent care can do. So, our charge takes report, and we make a note to expect a kiddo with a bit of a high fever that is feeling pretty crummy.

 They showed up in the lobby and got moved into a room fairly quickly. It sounded like the kid was having a rough go of it with a nasty virus, but their vital signs were mostly okay. A little feverish, a little tachy, breathing a little fast—all to be expected with a viral illness. One of the midlevel providers with a couple decades of experience signed up for the patient. She had quite competently dealt with much worse than this before, and no need to add more to the already overwhelmed ER physicians’ plates. So, she reviews the notes and looks at the labs that the urgent care had already done, and went to go examine the patient.

 Now, normally, for Caucasians, you expect them to be a sort of peachy color, maybe a bit pink or flushed red if they have a fever…. what you don’t expect is a sort of yellow-ashy grey. It had only been a few minutes since the nurse had gotten the last set of relatively okay vitals, but that was enough time for the kiddo to fall off the proverbial cliff. The kiddo had well and truly crumped.

 The midlevel provider snags me as I’m walking by and promptly retasks me with bringing the patient to the resuscitation bay while she runs and grabs a physician and a few more nurses. What followed was the usual chaos that tends to occupy the resuscitation bay while nurses and ER techs scrambled to get an IV started and get blood for labs, because this quite obviously was not a run of the mill viral cold.

 The physician, a normally calm, jovial man with a kind voice and a dry wit was the one running this code. When the nurses had tried and failed to get an IV started to get bloodwork for labs, he stepped in giving orders and instructions in a calm, stern tone. I was new to this role, but not new to him as I had previously been his scribe. Despite my short tenure in the role of ER tech, he picked me out and ordered me over to assist with getting a femoral line.

 The nurses were having trouble getting an IV because the kiddo’s blood pressure had dropped and they were fairly dehydrated to begin with, but the physician needed those labs literally as soon as possible. In ERs, veins are typically the domain of nurses, and arteries are the domain of physicians, just because of the risk involved with sticking needles into actively pulsating blood vessels.

 In contrast to the difficulties with the IV, the physician had me position the patient appropriately then swiftly and deftly slid the needle neatly into the femoral artery in one smooth movement. A nurse was tasked with getting the tubes of blood needed for the labs, and I was tasked with holding pressure over the femoral artery the second the needle had been removed. It was an odd place to be, in the center of the chaos, doing nothing besides holding pressure to prevent bleeding while the cacophony continued on around myself and the patient.

 By this point the physician had completed his assessment and had left to place orders for the labs to be run, medications to be given, and a STAT transfer to the PICU. Eventually, the nurses got the IV in and started the ordered fluids and medicine, and the kiddo was already looking just a little bit pinker.

 I didn’t do very much for this case; I was mostly just an extra pair of hands for the physician and the patient transporter, but it was a very valuable lesson. Speaking to the physician later that night, I asked him what kinds of signs I should look for to find out whether a patient is about to crump or if they’re going to stay stable. He didn’t really have an answer for me, because there isn’t really an answer for that except to see thousands of patients and observe which ones crump and which ones don’t.

 Medical school involves a lot of reading, a lot of lectures, labs, and memorization, but all that really is, is the foundations for building your heuristics as a physician. So, years or decades from now, when I’ll have been a physician longer than most medical students have been alive, maybe I’ll be able to figure out which patients are going to crump before they actually do so; but in the meantime, I’m just going to have to watch, listen, learn, examine, and frequently recheck my patients until I can sort the ones that are just generally feeling kind of miserable from the crumpers.

[tomskawikiblog]

Personal Log 4: 12 November 2022; 7:45pm EST

#of edits: 274

videos represented: 87/189

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Where were we? Let's see...

All live action sketches for 2018-2022 finished. 5/9 for 2017. Making my way steadily through each year, trying to average 1 full article per day. Not always achievable given the fact I have a life outside writing a wiki for a YouTuber, but what does that matter?

I applied for bureaucrat/admin status about a week ago and was granted it without fuss. Being the only active person in roughly two months will do that. I changed the theme pretty much immediately (it was this godawful yellowy brown scheme) to a mix of blues. Even made a cool checkered header. Planning on doing a proper header title as well.

Other than that, just keeping with the pace. Maybe someone will join me some day.

Thanks,

x peachy

[daily-oskari]

Admin Peachy here! I got news for you all!

I aced two exams in the military semester’s fifth day after the heavy storm died down and somehow, that was the day me and the others in school return to Hanoi, while we were all guessing that next week’s Monday was the day I return

Admin Peachy out!

[pinch-and-poke]

Hello~ Can I get a Hallyu Analysis please? I was born on March 12, 1997, at 11:46am, in Springfield, MA, US (if anything 18+ is relevant, by all means, I’d love to know)

Hallyu Analysis: mellowwinnerparadise edition

Position

Dance line, sub vocal

Choreographer of the group

Fake Maknae

Creative soft bub

The Space Cadet™

Group Dynamics

You contribute a LOT to creative content

Maybe choreographer and lyricist

Writes a new song in an afternoon

Takes 2 months to choreograph

You're also the Must Protect™ member

You're always the one getting memed when you have to do reality shows that involve haunted houses, roller coasters, etc.

Never paying attention

Not the maknae but THE BABY

Also often the intermediary during group disputes

Your chart is heavy mutable so you're good at seeing both sides of a situation

Ideal for solving arguments

But god forbid you ever get in one

#TheBabyCannotHandle

Like if you could ejector seat out of confrontation you would

But it's ok because your members are 25/8 ready to throw hands on your behalf

You have like 8 ride or dies

Idol Dating

Errrr short relationships

Tbh you may not be that great at asserting yourself

So i can see you getting dumped a lot and just letting it happen instead of standing up for yourself

HOWEVER

When you find The One™ who has a knight in shining armor complex

OH MAN

He gonna be all about it

Like ring in a year about it

Like you know the crying "that's my baby" reaction video?

Yeah that's how they'd feel about you

Haaaaave you heard of iKON???

Yeah Donghyuck would die for his lil dance line bae

The relationship isnt public but other idols see y'all in the same room

And your dumb starry eyed looks at each other

And they all know...you two are just plain STUPID for each other

Also you've eaten at least 2/7 of Got7's phone numbers

Sorry i don't stan winner so idk if you would be a good match for any of them

But if they got a Taurus too he'd prolly love you

-Admin Peachy 🍑

[astrocity127]

Hello loves! Can I request an astral ship with nct 127? Sun- pisces, Moon- gemini, Rising- Libra, Venus- Aries, Mercury- Pisces, and Mars- Scorpio. Thank you so very much in advance ❤

I ship you with…

Sicheng!!

You’re free spirited Pisces may at first not seem compatible with his more intense Scorpio but really I think you will bring a sense of lightheartedness to the relationship whereas he will bring passion and intensity. You also both have very logical Moon signs that will help bring understanding to any conflict that may arise, so hopefully you will approach it from a place of reason instead of the emotional gut reaction you may be inclined to.

You also both have watery Mercury signs so you should communicate well, though your mutable energy may end up being somewhat submissive to his stubborn fixed energy. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, some relationships thrive in a dominating-submissive set up. 

You also both have fire Venus signs. Which would elevate the already emotional passions you’re both inclined to. I can see a lot of conflicts you may face being resolved through talking it out and understanding where the other is coming from, and then making up hmmm in a rather physical way.

You will be inclined to different passions as your Mars signs are water and fire but personally I think some fire and water combos can be exhilarating and often help to balance each other out as long as you both strive to understand each other. And you have at least 3 water placements so you would definitely be inclined to try and understand your partner’s emotions.

He does have a lot of Sagittarius placements which lend themselves towards creativity as do your Pisces placements, and just generally fun. This relationship may seem emotionally intense and probably very much fueled by passion, but I think there could be enough balance their to prevent it from being overwhelming.

-admin Peachy

[bangbangchanie]

Admin Peachy: he cant be a sugar daddy if he's ugly