#best plastic surgeons in the world

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Top 10 Best Plastic Surgeons in the World 2024-2025

Introduction

In today's world, plastic surgery has become a popular and respected choice for people looking to improve their appearance or address physical issues. The best plastic surgeons in the world are more than just doctors; they are artists, using their skill and expertise to help patients feel their best. This article presents an updated list of the top 10 plastic surgeon specialists in the world for 2025, including professionals who are not only known for their exceptional work but are also respected leaders in the field. Whether you’re considering a cosmetic procedure or simply want to know more about the specialists shaping this field, here’s everything you need to know.

List of Top 10 Plastic Surgeons in the World for 2025

List of Top 10 Plastic Surgeon Specialists in the World in 2024-2025 (Updated List)

1. Dr. Osman Bashir Tahir (Dr. OBT)

2. Dr. Cat Begovic

3. Dr. Joubin Gabbay

4. Dr. Debraj Shome

5. Dr. Martin Jugenburg

6. Dr. Luis Suarez

7. Dr. Alfredo Hoyos

8. Dr. Ajaya Kashyap

9. Dr. Shahriyar Yahyavi

10. Dr. John Anastasatos

1. Dr. Osman Bashir Tahir (Dr. OBT)

A highly regarded plastic surgeon consultant in the world, Dr. Osman Bashir Tahir is known for his natural-looking results and expertise in body contouring. Based in Pakistan, Dr. Tahir combines innovative techniques with a deep understanding of aesthetic harmony, making him a trusted choice for patients worldwide.

2. Dr. Cat Begovic

Dr. Cat Begovic is a leader in the field of cosmetic surgery, known for her meticulous technique and dedication to patient care. Her specialization in minimally invasive and precise surgical methods has made her a popular choice among patients looking for safe and effective procedures.

3. Dr. Joubin Gabbay

Dr. Gabbay, a prominent name among plastic surgery specialists in the world, is based in Beverly Hills and is celebrated for his customized approach to each patient. His work in aesthetic surgery, particularly breast augmentation and facial rejuvenation, has garnered him a global clientele and rave reviews.

4. Dr. Debraj Shome

A globally recognized name in facial plastic surgery, Dr. Debraj Shome’s expertise ranges from reconstructive surgeries to cosmetic enhancements. His unique skill set has earned him a place among the best plastic surgeons in the world, with patients traveling from various continents to consult with him in India.

5. Dr. Martin Jugenburg

Dr. Jugenburg, also known as "Dr. Six," is a highly skilled plastic surgery doctor in the world and the founder of the Toronto Cosmetic Surgery Institute. He is known for his precision in body and facial contouring, helping clients achieve their aesthetic goals with lasting, beautiful results.

6. Dr. Luis Suarez

With years of experience in plastic and reconstructive surgery, Dr. Suarez offers an impressive blend of surgical skill and patient-centered care. Practicing in Mexico, he is a top choice for those seeking top-quality yet affordable plastic surgery, solidifying his place among the plastic surgeon specialists in the world.

7. Dr. Alfredo Hoyos

Dr. Hoyos from Colombia is internationally renowned for his innovative body sculpting techniques. As the inventor of High-Definition Liposculpture, he has reshaped the field, providing patients with transformative results that enhance their natural contours.

8. Dr. Ajaya Kashyap

Dr. Kashyap is one of the few plastic surgeons in India with extensive training in both the U.S. and India. Specializing in facial aesthetics and reconstructive surgery, he has earned respect as a plastic surgeon consultant in the world for his compassionate approach and expertise.

9. Dr. Shahriyar Yahyavi

Dr. Yahyavi is an Iranian surgeon highly regarded for his skills in rhinoplasty and facial contouring. His dedication to patient care and his innovative surgical methods place him among the best plastic surgeons in the world.

10. Dr. John Anastasatos

With a practice in Beverly Hills, Dr. Anastasatos is well-known for his refined techniques in facelift surgery and body contouring. His commitment to natural results and patient satisfaction makes him a top choice for many seeking aesthetic improvements.

Why Choose a Top Plastic Surgeon?

Opting for one of the best plastic surgeons in the world ensures that you’re in safe hands. These surgeons are not only well-trained and experienced but also keep up with the latest innovations in the field. With a proven track record, these specialists provide high-quality, personalized care to each patient, leading to satisfying and beautiful outcomes.

FAQs

1. What should I look for in a plastic surgeon? Look for a surgeon with board certification, extensive experience, and a portfolio of successful procedures. Consultations are essential to discuss goals and review their past work.

2. How do I know if a surgeon is among the best plastic surgery doctors in the world? Top plastic surgeons have reputations built over years, often with positive patient reviews and recognition in the field. Check for awards, research contributions, and innovations.

3. Are there risks associated with plastic surgery? As with any surgery, there are risks. A qualified plastic surgeon consultant minimizes these risks by conducting thorough consultations, understanding your medical history, and using precise techniques.

4. How much does plastic surgery cost? Costs vary based on the procedure, surgeon’s expertise, and location. Consulting with a plastic surgeon specialist helps you get a tailored quote.

5. How long is the recovery period for plastic surgery? The recovery period varies by procedure. Most cosmetic surgeries require a few weeks of rest, with complete healing taking months. Following your surgeon’s aftercare instructions is vital.

Conclusion

Choosing the right plastic surgeon is a crucial step for anyone considering cosmetic or reconstructive procedures. The best plastic surgeons in the world are committed to excellence, ensuring that each patient feels comfortable, well-informed, and cared for. The above list features ten of the most respected plastic surgery specialists in the world for 2025, each known for their advanced techniques, compassionate care, and outstanding results. With the right guidance and expertise, you can achieve your aesthetic goals and enjoy the confidence that comes with feeling and looking your best.

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[crochetlesbian]

Im sorry some of these idols are bringing in pics of the whos from whoville to their plastic surgeons ans these fucking doctors are proceeding to do shit that should merit their licenses being REVOKED

[leoascendente]

Astro observations part 4🌛

🪐 Aquarius moons usually have their mother an another mother figure that also fits in the nurturing mother archetype, like they have their mum but also an aunt or a grandmother that takes that role intheir lives too.

🪐 Neptune in the 6th house, be careful with being scammed with health products, Neptune in the 11th be careful of being scammed online

🪐 Hey my Aries/Scorpio moons out there, do you like your showers at the temperature of hell too? or it's just me??

🪐 Capricorn Mercury= Masters of sarcasm, Aqua/Sag Mercury= You'll laugh until your tummy hurts

🪐 Pisces lilith can be the most charming people in the world but their defense mechanism is victimization and make you feel bad for what you've done

🪐 Libra mars has the title of being undecisive but have you met any Libra mercury?

🪐 Cancer rising/ 1st house moons are the best making people feel comfortable and safe at their presence

🪐 Mercury square/opposite Pluto usually makes the native highly aware of other people's mindsets

🪐 Not all people have it easy to fit in their rising sign because the rising is our vehicle to embody our sun sign. It can be even harder if the ruler of the rising is bad aspected with pluto or mars. Ex: a libra rising doesn't have to feel comfortable in formal relationships or socializing, even they can run from commitment if Venus is bad aspected but if their sun is in capricorn, they'll need these social interactions to embody capricorn's energy

🪐 Water/earth Mars are the best at kill them with kindness, they'll be the nicest persons in the world with you while they wait until you get what tou deserve, they'll be warching but won't bother enough to get involved

🪐 Libra and Capricorn Venus are the most elegant people I've ever met, they give off this old money aesthetic

🪐 Mercury on air signs have it easier for learning about sciences, Mercury on Gemini or Sagittarius are great learning new languages

🪐 Earth Mars are awesome working under pressure, they have the gift of keeping the focus no matter what

🪐 Virgo mars are awesome plastic surgeons

🪐 8th house deals with mysticism and the occult arts, 9th house is about religion and giving meaning to our existence, 12th hpuse deals with spirituality and the ethereal realm

🪐 Always trust your Cancer friend when they tell you someone gives them bad vibes

🪐 Pisces/taurus/cancer venus are the sweetest people ever

[bansept]

Until I see you again

I... didn't mean to write this??? I was about to rant about Ichigo leaving to the UK and leaving Orihime sad behind, but then it started to look like a small writing thing. So, have at it, hahahahaha

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She's not supposed to cry. She promised him.

Orihime sniffs back the wave of fresh tears ready to breach her resolve, the hand holding onto the plastic bag - which contains the only gift Ichigo agrees to take with him, namely some fresh bread from her bakery - clenching valiantly. Her gloved hands hold on tight, a small lifeline that keeps her from gathering him in her arms and anchoring herself on the ground. Maybe if she turned into a solid bloc of pure metal, she'd be able to keep him well-settled on the ground, and he wouldn't have to take that stupid plane.

She doesn't want to be selfish, and oh well, she knows she won't be. He discreetly rubs her back, the touch reassuring, and somehow that barely helps her greed win the fight.

Ichigo, mostly free of his Hollow-hunting duties, will leave for the UK, right in London, in 4 hours, as a continuation of his studies to become a translator.

It's not really a surprise to anyone who's known him: in classes, he was among the best in English, discussing Shakespeare and his influence and overall works. He'd help her with tests, training her with the spelling, although it flew right at the top of her head at the time ; it took a lot out of her to not blush to death.

And now, here he is, all handsome and adult, right on his way to graduate in a couple of months, but leaving for a foreign land she knows scrap about (except they drink tea and have a monarchy), and he will be gone forever.

She sighs, pouting to herself. Not... forever forever. But 4 months feels like an eternity already.

Ichigo looks from left to right, checking for his luggage while Yuzu fusses about the importance of being early at the boarding gate. Karin elbows Isshin, whose expression is a mix of pride and terrible doom. Orihime heard him mumble things to Ichigo while on the way here, which of course only left Ichigo pissed at his father.

The young man already said goodbye to their friends earlier, back in Karakura. Chad is busy at the Gonzalez gym, his boss not giving him much regard when it comes to breaks, while Uryu is buried under thick layers of medical books and studies. He might not become a surgeon like his father, but he's definitely not lacking work while studying the pediatric field.

Renji and Rukia came earlier in the week. With the recent announcement of Rukia's pregnancy, which was a whole event on itself and brought EVERYONE to tears (no matter what Uryu and Ichigo say) and the incessant work the Soul Society keeps throwing at them, it was very kind of them to travel back to the World of the Living to bid their goodbye.

Which leaves her. Sure she could come by as just the friend who's available to come and see him off, a smile on her face as he waves, flying away like a bird to foreign lands.

Except she's no longer just a friend.

After the war, they spent time with each other. Just them, just the simple reading sessions in his room or at her place. Just the bickering about the bread he supposedly dislikes but engulfs greedily. She was invited plenty of time, gradually, to their home, the warmth of the Kurosaki smiles around her, cautiously tasting her meals before genuinely digging into them. Spending time with the twins, as both of them stared at her with wonder, some kind of urge to be understood as young women. Orihime remembers fondly the moment Karin, quiet, distant and cranky, asked her for help. Nothing overly major, but in that single moment, she wasn't just a friend anymore.

She wasn't simply a buddy either when Ichigo asked for more of her time, which she willingly gave.

Were they dates? Going to a coffee place, or the cinema, or on missions just the two of them? A part of her rapidly thinks it's the way for Ichigo to enjoy some peace and quiet without being alone, while the confident and hopelessly in love part of her rebukes the idea of convenience: it's to spend time with her. And only her.

And so they did, they hung out, discussed, laughed, visited places together. He confided in her, some of his fear, and she leaned against him while muttering about her past, what her brother had told her, very long ago.

Ichigo had shown nothing but tenderness towards her, and the cherry on top was his first hug, the day they'd visited his mother's grave.

She flushes at the memory. Oh, no, they weren't dating... Were they?

Ichigo turns to her after hugging his little sisters, a small smile on his face. He's wearing a thick gray coat lined with fur, the only protection he has against the frigid cold from England he's supposed to have once arrived. His hair has been trimmed one last time by a tearful Yuzu, the short strand on top of his head still somehow foreign after a few months. But who is she kidding, Ichigo looks even more handsome that way.

"Are you alright, Orihime?" His voice is smooth, laced with held-back worry.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." She sniffs again, and she swears she means it. Her heart is aching for him to stay and never ever leave without her for so long, but she can't be that kind of horrible person. Suggesting he misses this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity out of selfishness is out of the question. "You sure you have everything?"

It's one of those phrases everyone asks. He's packed his 2 suitcases over the last month, he's pondered over it for longer than that, his sisters helped him out, his father checked with him and Orihime helped retrieve one last tube of toothpaste, because he has a specific brand he likes and that's one of the many things she's discovered about him that make her melt.

"Yeah, I think I got what's necessary." He grins nonetheless, pulling at the grip of the dark blue suitcase by his feet.

Orihime nods at him, hiding her reddening nose in her coat. It rained a lot this morning. Ichigo comes closer to her, his wide frame hiding her from the rest of his family, some kind of intimacy for them both. He has a small blush on his face when he picks up one of her hands.

"Hey... You promised not to cry."

"I'm not... just the blue men tickling at my eyes." She pouts, letting her hand rest in his bigger, safe and warm one.

Ichigo only raises his eyebrows with a knowing smile, her antics gliding over him naturally now.

"I'll send messages." He speaks, and his tone is breaking a little, because she knows it hurts him too.

Orihime can only nod, although her eyes waver with the silent "please do" plea. She gently holds him tighter, and with a tight smile, Ichigo decides to lean closer, hugging her against him. The warmth invades her, both her body and mind, turning all residual sadness and anxiousness into a mushy pile of love for this man, like pillows of marshmallows. He smells of home, of courage. Of the books he studied, of the iron of his sword, of the gentle dandelion in the wind. His arms, although completely engulfed by the coat, are molted steel bars, circling her while remaining strong. His head is leaning against hers, resting atop her scalp, and in the small instance it took for him to embrace her, Orihime's doubts and fear all but flush away.

A part of her wonders how his family reacts to this evident display of affection, one she herself is almost foreign to. But it doesn't matter.

He pulls away, gently, face red mirroring hers.

Hours later, his plane flies away, and Orihime clenches her phone, the small pastry charm attached to her phone case, a small gift from him, rocks gently against her palm.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I know this isn't really feasible, since the Luthors have the means to get Lena the best plastic surgeons money can buy in the event Lena had facial scars, but I kind of love the idea of S2 Lena being introduced with a half-mask?

Like. You've got Lena straight up *looking* like an archetypical villain, having to work just that much harder to convince the world she's trying to do--and is-- good. You have her perpetual struggle to be heard past the mask, as demonstrated by the difficulties KMG had being heard through the porcelain mask on the Continental.

We'd also get the inevitable moment Lena chooses to reveal her scars to Kara. Or Supergirl. Or both. The vulnerability, the shame... the tears that come when Kara isn't unsettled the way everyone else is when they see. Even Jack-- for all the good, honest love he had given Lena-- failed that particular test.

I want to explore this.

[musewrangler]

IT’S A CHEESEBURGER THING

For @fandomjumper247 who is craving fics while AO3 is off to war.

It's not very long, my dear, but I also love IronDad and SpiderSon so---

Set shortly after Endgame where Tony does NOT die. Obviously.

******

"Park your spandex wearing butt right there or so help me, Parker----!"

"Spandex butt," Morgan giggled, and Tony whirled on the five year old.

"Nope, hey. We don't repeat what Dad says when he's upset. You know the rules."

"He's upset all the time," Peter muttered and then quailed under the fierce glare from those brown eyes.

"Morgan!" Tony barked. "Get popsicles!"

"How many?" she asked, tilting her head in an exact imitation of her father. She knew how to negotiate, Peter thought.

"However many you want, Doodlebug. Go."

She trotted out happily as Tony advanced like a predator toward his prey and Peter sank reluctantly onto the sofa.

"What did I say? Hm? What did I say about pursuing this?"

The white scars on the right side of his face were like a lightning spread though the ear had been expertly repaired by the best plastic surgeon in the world. It frankly served to make him look cooler but Peter wasn't telling him that.

"Mr. Stark----" he began.

"Oh HELL no, you did not just 'Mr. Stark' me right now!" Tony snarled at him, poking a finger into his chest. Because he'd designed the suit, he knew exactly where to poke and it immediately retracted, leaving Peter wincing. Tony took this in and drew in a long inhale, like a growing tsunami.

"Friday! How many broken ribs?"

"Invasion of privacy," Peter tried and Tony raised both eyebrows in what Peter privately thought of as his 'Cap' look. It was the one he always gave Steve Rogers when he thought Cap was also pushing too hard.

"No privacy here. My house, my rules. Friday?"

"Seven, Boss."

"SEVEN," Tony repeated, but Peter was feeling it now and the adrenaline of his fight was wearing off. "I swear I am going to let Murdock hear about this," his mentor growled, as Dum-E rolled over with the medkit.

But he was gentle as he pushed Peter back against the cushions and got to work on the abrasions. Peter's spider enhanced healing would serve him well, but it still took time. Tony made him take super strong acetaminophen he'd worked on with Dr. Banner for super hero strength.

"Not much to do about the ribs," he said with real regret. "Which means you have to stay down, kid. Friday, let his Aunt May know, yeah?"

"On it, Boss."

Morgan returned with a very orange mouth and a blue popsicle in process.

"How many---?" Tony began and stopped. "Never mind. What I don't know I can't tell Mom."

"Seven," Morgan informed him helpfully, slurping on the blue one. "You can have some, Pete."

She came to lean over the back of the sofa and pat at his hair gently, already knowing that when he was here like this she had to touch carefully.

"That's okay, Morgs," he said, wincing a little as Tony swiped at the bruises on his face with an antibacterial wipe.

"Sorry," he said, but didn't sound it. It was the thing with Tony though, Peter thought drowsily as Ironman went hunting for the soft blanket, he was all bite even as he did everything possible to make sure the other person was safe and cared for.

Why they loved him after all. Peter and Pepper and Morgan. All of the Avengers.

Tony returned with the velvety soft grey blanket from Peter's room and tucked it around him. It was so warm and delicious.

"Mm, like a happy burrito," Peter slurred sleepily.

He could almost feel Tony's eyeroll.

"Cheeseburger," Morgan corrected. "They're better."

"And that's why your my favorite," Tony said immediately, removing the popsicle stick from her mouth. "All done. Crap, you're going to have such a sugar high."

He lifted his daughter into his arms and seated himself on the fat ottoman beside Peter's head.

"Can we get cheeseburgers?" Morgan asked.

Peter smiled at her.

"It's TWELVE---Nope. ONE FIFTEEN AM," Tony said with force. "And---" he paused.

"I could really put down some cheeseburgers, Mr. Stark," Peter said, the thought of them now making his stomach hurt even more.

There was a long silence.

"Cheeseburgers," Morgan whispered, touching her father's face gently.

Tony closed his eyes briefly and then ducked his head in defeat.

"Yeah okay, you two are awful. Friday, get us some cheeseburgers. Whatever's close and open." He glanced at Peter and pursed his lips in calculation. "Probably twenty."

Peter's mouth curled a little as Friday made the order. If Pepper had been here, no doubt he would be in the Stark's special medical wing of the penthouse they occupied when in the city. And well meaning as she was, Peter preferred Tony's way---the sofa, the blanket and the engineer's hand stroking Peter's curls as they waited for cheeseburgers and Morgan leaned on her father's shoulder, soothing herself by running her finger along one of the scars on his neck from the glove.

"Thanks, Mr. Stark," Peter murmured.

"Yeah, kid," Tony answered. "Still gonna pound Murdock for letting you get involved."

"I woulda anyway," Peter told him. "What we do."

Tony's hand stopped for a moment but then started to run through Peter's hair again.

"Yeah," he agreed quietly as Dum-E trundled in with a large Burger King bag, "it is."

[frownyalfred]

thinking about how, in another world, Bruce would’ve paid for the best plastic surgeons around the world to remove the brand from Jason’s face

[1mlostnow]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!!

Hi!! I’m Evan! This is Intro Post IV.

- Red text is primary information, things that I’d like to bring attention to, or just things I’d like to elevate above the others

I’m genderfluid, I only use he/him, I don’t have a label but I mostly like guys, and I’m a minor!!! If you’re 18+ feel free to interact but please don’t DM me or send asks.

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This intro post is incredibly long so I put primary info before the cut ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I love using those faces

Apologies if the red or the Blinkies are hard on the eyes :<

Other Blogs ⇩

EvanRadio : @evan-radio

Poetry and Writing : @1mfoundnow

House MD [B. Corcoran] : @head-of-forensics

House MD [G. Kramer] : @plastic-surgeon-gabi

Blinkies below the cut and throughout intro :>

Table Of Contents ⇩

1. The Basics

2. Fun Facts

3. My Resume

4. Primary Music

5. Guide To Tags

6. Hobbies

7. Other Media

8. Kinnie List

9. Primary Fandoms

10. Cast List

11. Outro

[ The Basics ]

- I absolutely adore nicknames, feel free to call me anything you want; chances are I’ll be fine with it

- pretty basic DNI -> homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, proshippers (wincest ಠ_ಠ)

- feel free to interact or spam (the good kind), my notifs are off so you won’t be bothering me at all!! Feel free to do asks or anons as long as yr a minor, I love love love answering asks. I promise I’m not scary, I don’t bite (anymore lol)

- I would prefer it as a personal boundary that you don’t DM me unless you truly deem it fit, those 1 on 1 situations tend to be incredibly uncomfortable for me. If there’s truly something you’d like to speak to me about in private, go for it.

- I love my mutuals to death. Whether we talk every day or haven’t spoken once, ily :)

- I greatly appreciate tone tags!!! There is a list at the top of this intro with a tone tag guide!

- CDT timezone, typically active from 7 AM - 12 AM (this will change to 6-8AM and 5-11PM soon)

[ Fun Facts ] + notes

- my car’s name is TOMATER (all caps)

- im the ninth wonder of the world

- I love doing little drawings

- if you want one just ask (examples at end)

- once again I love love love my mutuals

- Richard Cameron defender for life

- theme changes often

- ADHD & severe social anxiety

- if you ever draw anything for me I’ll love u forever

- The Man Who Would Be King (6x20) is the best SPN episode and nobody can convince me otherwise

- if I don’t respond I swear I’m not ignoring you!! Chances are I said ‘I’ll answer later’ and then forgot—just @ me!!

- if you ever have any corrections for one of my posts (typo, incorrect facts, hurtful language) please please let me know whether it be public or private, as the last thing I’d want to do is upset anybody.

[ My Resume ]

- Professional Ghostbuster, Midwestern Cowboy, Supervillain (for the fits)

- Bug you put in a jar with sticks and leaves and a few holes in the lid so it can breathe kinda guy yk?

- Weird kid and loser for life (I’m happy this way)

- I believe I’m incredibly funny (tell me if I’m not)

- Most sentences have bonus sentences (for the thoughts that didn’t fit into the sentence right)

- hot feral scientist

[ Primary Music ] + fav song by each (‘m basic wtv)

- AJJ -> Getting Naked, Playing With Guns

- Cage The Elephant -> Spiderhead/Halo

- Car Seat Headrest -> Life Worth Missing

- David Bowie -> Rebel Rebel

- Radiohead -> Karma Police

- Seb Lowe -> The Man, The Myth

- The Front Bottoms -> Be Nice To Me / More Than It Hurts You

- The Smiths -> Pretty Girls Make Graves

- Vundabar -> Worn/Wander, Sad Clown

- Will Wood -> Memento Mori

[ Guide to Tags ]

- #evan speaks -> yapping time, applies to majority of my posts

- #evan rants -> I’ve got a lot to talk about!!

- #evan draws -> I draw :3 some art at the end

- #evan can’t vote -> US politics (doesn’t come up that often, but still)

- #evan loves his mutuals -> y’all are my best friends and ily sososo much

[ Hobbies ]

- Occasionally crocheting

- Reading and writing

- I play alto sax in marching band (never rains on the *redacted* 🫡🌧️)

- loveeee art so much, specifically pencil drawing and painting

- idk if music counts as a hobby (listening+playing)

[ Other Media ]

Shows -> Supernatural, Sherlock, House MD, My Babysitters A Vampire (Rory my beloved), Scooby-Doo, Over The Garden Wall

Movies -> Dead Poets Society, Ghostbusters, Velvet Goldmine, The Truman Show, Goonies, Stand By Me, Saw Franchise, IT 2017

Others -> Homestuck, The Secret History, getting into newer classics (highschool english class books tbh), I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

[ Kinnie List ]

Steven Meeks (DPS), Castiel (SPN), Richie Tozier (IT), Truman Burbank (TTS), Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters), Adam Stanheight (Saw), Henry Winter (TSH), Will Graham (Hannibal)

[ Primary Fandoms ]

Supernatural, Sherlock, Dead Poets Society, Homestuck, Ghostbusters, House MD

[ Cast List ] <- y’all are like my family ily

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @poetsinnyc @meekspeaks @midwest-quill @yourfavvgal @alightelixe @lv3buzzz @craicapparition @asclexe @lefthandedspaghetti @notcatseatheadrest @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @de4d-poet-kisser @cherrishnoodles @blakenation1 @desire-mona @prettypinkbubbless @sesamie @hemlocksloadofbull @mighthavebeenmurder @tired-and-bored-nerd @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @sillyhyperfixator

^^ if we ain’t close like that lmk and I’ll take you off dw ♥︎ and if I somehow missed you please please tell me and I’ll fix it right away, there’s some people I was gonna add but I wasn’t sure if we were friends like that yet lol

Outro!!

If you made it to the end of this thank you thank you thank you so much it means the world to me.

I can’t add more photos, so I’ll make and link a separate post with my art, so you can decide if that’s something you’d be interested in!!!

[ art here!! ]

[haggishlyhagging]

"I did it for me," reads the plaque held by the woman in a Botox ad. There's a sense that she's presenting the plaque to us, the audience, and it's kind of unnerving. The makers of the ad are conversant in the basic language of both body acceptance and choice feminism, and this ad is an attempt to make an end-run around any existing skepticism about cosmetic surgery, by appealing to free, market-savvy choice and its result, empowerment. This woman who paid a tidy sum of money for a smooth forehead and nonexistent nasolabial folds is not a dupe of the patriarchy, dammit! She's not doing it for a man; she's not doing it for a woman; she's doing it for herself, and those are the magic words. Variations on “I did it for me” appear and reappear in ads for Botox and breast implants; they're present when Vogue suggests—you know, just puts it out there—that you could shorten your toes in order to better fit them into Jimmy Choos; they exist whenever morning talk-radio hosts give away free breast implants to the woman with the best small-boobs sob story. "I did it for me," "I did it to feel better about myself," and, "I'm not doing it for anyone else" are defensive reflexes that acknowledge an imagined feminist disapproval and impatiently brush it away.

It's been twenty-five years since Naomi Wolf wrote, in her bestselling book The Beauty Myth, that "The ideology of beauty is the last one remaining of the old feminine ideologies that still has the power to control those women whom second-wave feminism would have otherwise made relatively uncontrollable." For all the gains that various women's movements have made possible, rigidly prescribed, predominantly white beauty standards are one site where time has not revolutionized our thinking. Concurrently, it's also where the expansion of consumer choice has made it possible to bow to such standards in countless new ways.

Choice has become the primary way to talk about looks, a phenomenon that journalist Alex Kuczynski called "an activism of aesthetics" in her 2006 book Beauty Junkies. In the book, the cosmetic surgery industry in particular is portrayed as a kind of Thunderdome where the waiting lists for a new injectable climb into the double digits, impeccably spray-tanned celebrity doctors jostle for prime soundbite space in women's magazines, and speakers at surgeons' conventions end their speeches with a call to "Push plastic surgery." With a rise in options—more doctors, more competing pharmaceutical brands, the rise of cosmetic-surgery tourism that promises cheap procedures in tropical locations—the landscape of sculpted noses and liposuctioned abs has been defined by choice. The "activism," too, is one of individual choice—it refers to being proactive about one's own appearance, vigilant enough to be able to head off wrinkles, droops, and sags at the pass. Framed within our neoliberal discourse, an activism of aesthetics doesn't dismantle the beauty standards that telegraph worth and status, but advocates for everyone's right to purchase whatever interventions are necessary to achieve those standards. The individual world shrinks to the size of a doctor's office; other people exist only as points of physical comparison.

Though we often think of beauty and body imperatives in their prefeminist form—the hobbling footbinding, the lead whitening powders, the tapeworm diet—the ostensibly consciousness-raised decades since the 1970s have brought a mind-boggling array of dictates, standards, and trends to all genders, but most forcefully to women. When capri pants were the move of the moment in the 1990s, Vogue was there to suggest quick surgical fixes for knobby knees and undefined calves. Less than ten years later, the clavicle was the body part du jour, balancing the trend of voluminous clothing with reassuring proof that, under all that material, the wearer was appropriately thin. (One clavicle-boasting woman stated to The New York Times that the clavicle was the "easiest and least controversial expression of a kind of sex appeal"—not as obviously sexy as breasts, but evidence of a physical discipline coveted among the fashion set.) A handful of years after that, the focus moved south again, to the "thigh gap" coveted by a largely young audience, some of whom blogged about their pursuit of the gap with diet journals and process photos.

Though certain types of bodies have historically come in and out of fashion—the flapper dresses of the 1920s required a boyish, hipless figure, while the tight angora sweaters of the '50s demanded breasts, or at least the padded semblance of them—the pace with which bodies are presented as the "right" ones to have has quickened. The beachy girls-next-door of the 1970s were elbowed out by the Amazonion supermodels of the 1980s, who gave way to the heroin-chic waifs of the '90s, who were knocked off the editorial pages of the early 2000s by the Brazilian bombshells, who were then edged out by the doll-eyed British blondes. Meanwhile, the fashion industry selectively co-opts whatever "ethnic" attributes can be appropriated in the service of a trend. Black and Latina women with junk in the trunk who have been erased by mainstream glossies, overlooked as runway models, and ill-served by pants designed for comparatively fat rears were rightly annoyed to hear from Vogue, in 2014, that "We're Officially in the Era of the Big Booty" thanks to stars like Iggy Azalea, Miley Cyrus, and Kim Kardashian. There is no wrong way to have a body" wrote author and size-positive sage Hanne Blank, but that sentiment will always be contradicted by a market, and a media, that depends on people not believing it.

-Andi Zeisler, We Were Feminists Once

[wespirallin]

sweet tooth fanfic idea

Okay so people, I just finished watching the last season of Sweet Tooth on Netflix, and holy moly is it so good. I had a few fanfic ideas that I hoped were already written, but if you're in the community, you've realized by now that we're kinda small.

So I decided to write my own (yay!!). I don't wanna give any spoilers but it's going to be about a bird hybrid oc (Mack) that's found and semi-raised by the Animal Army.

I want to focus on a few specific (all platonic so far) relationships Mack has and how his character grows as the seasons progress. I literally just wrote chapter one of the fic and decided to come talk about it on tumblr lol.

Anyway, here's the first chapter. It's more like a prologue that features Mack's dad who is going to be very relevant to the story later on.

Chapter 1 / prologue

It was just a regular Tuesday for Benjamin Crane when the end of the world hit. Well, at least when shit started to get actually real. Perhaps dumbing down the Great Crumble to a specific day wasn’t the most accurate way of looking at history, but it helped keep him sane. 

It was the end of a long shift for Benjamin and he just wanted to go home to his wife, but he had one more argument to get through.

“Sam, I already told you. We had Room 3 booked from the very start of the week. Everything’s already prepped up for the surgery tomorrow. I can’t just bail out of it. The patient -hell the kid's family is counting on me.”

“So?”, dared to ask his collogue “I still don’t get how you can’t just rope Sthe new guy teve in. He has no major operations on for tomorrow as far as I know. And he’s more than capable of getting the job done. Not to burst your ego bubble, Benji but you’re as replaceable as the rest of us mate”

Benjamin made an incredulous expression. “Well if I’m ‘perfectly replaceable’, why don’t you go find another guy to help you co-op your operation?” he scowled.

“Come on, you know I need a plastic surgeon for this. There’s no way I can reconstruct that hand on my own. And last I checked, there wasn’t another one of you guys in the market. So you’re my best shot. You in or out?”, pleaded the surgeon.

Normally, Sam wouldn’t have needed another pair of hands to help him out, however, this one was a special case. The patient was a 20-year-old guy, who got his hand caught in a machine of sorts. According to the X-ray results, the hand was broken from multiple different places, and several tendons were snapped. As a general surgeon, hands weren’t Sam’s specialty. And no matter how much pride he had in his abilities, he knew when to ask for help. Even when it killed him inside. Even when it was from his best friend/arch-enemy (who was way too arrogant for his own good).

The argument was interrupted by the blaring alarm of an incoming ambulance. That was nothing out of the ordinary, seeing that the two colleagues were in the break area just outside the ER. Just as Benji opened his mouth the reply, the doors of the ambulance flew open and a team of medical personnel (who were decked out in hazmat suits for some reason) rushed a stretcher into the ER.

The two barely had the chance to take a look at the patient before she was out of sight. The woman looked deathly pale and her face had a sickly yellow hue to it along with beads of sweat that had drenched her hair and clothes. The skin around her nose and eyes were red and if Benji looked close enough, he was sure that he could see a few exposed arteries. The one thing that had unsettled both men was the rapidly twitching pinkie finger, which seemed to be the only sign of life from the patient.

After losing about five percent of the population of Earth, the Sick had seemed to be taken under control. The hospitals around the world had had about a month of Sick-less break until now. It seemed that another wave of the Sick was incoming.

Benji grimaced and bit his lip.

“That was…”

“Unsettling as fuck.”

“That’s one word for it.”

“You think it’s back?”,  Sam tried to steady his voice. 

He had lost his wife and kids to the first wave. Benji’s heart ached for him but he pushed the bitter feelings down. Getting sentimental never helped anyone. It hadn’t helped the woman he saw as a sister nor had it helped the two little innocent children he loved as his nieces.

“I don’t think it was ever gone in the first place” Benji answered honestly and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

The lingering hazmat team outside the ER didn’t help settle any of their nerves, but they had more pressing matters to get back to. Sam patted Benji’s shoulder a few times before opening his mouth to speak.

“Think about it yeah? You still have the rest of the afternoon to think about it, but be quick. Promise, I’ll organize everything and I’ll talk to Steve. See if he’s up for covering your little case of local anesthesia.”  

Benji snorted at that and shook his head in disbelief. What part of a ‘3-hour very important surgery’ did his friend not understand?

The patient up next was a nine year old kid that had fallen on his face. His parents had said that he slipped from some monkey bars. A broken nose and . It was nothing that major compared to what Benji usually dealt with, but these were the relatives of a friend he was talking about. Benji pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, damn had he missed the old days where all he had to do was get in and out of a surgery. Managing the scheduling of the patients without any secretarial help in a collapsing world wasn’t the easiest thing in the world.

The hospital was short of staff at the moment, as it constantly was after the new ‘Sick Pandemic’ had broken out. Almost all of the nurses and other staff were either dead or transferred to ER or to the patient care areas that were heavily quarrantiened. 

Finally, he let out a sigh of defeat and grunted. Hand operations were his favorite anyways.

“Fine, but I’m not organizing shit -and the beers on Friday are on you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very grumpy and pregnant wife to go back to.” 

Sam forgot about the topic at hand at the mention of Pemma, a school friend of his. He let out an excited chuckle. He clapped Mikey’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget? Congratulations dude! I’m so happy for you two. Finally, becoming parents eh? Say hi to Pemma and Sam Jr for me yeah?”

“Sam for the last time, we’re not naming my child Sam Jr!”

“Pleaaseee? And it’s a unisex name. It can be short for Samantha if it’s a girl, or for Samuel or whatever that starts with Sam. Or it can be just Sam if it decides to be non binary or something one day! See? Win-win.”

The younger man gave him an unimpressed look and raised an eyebrow.

“Sam, my kid is not going to be nonbinary. See you tomorrow for the surgery, idiot.”

Benji pushed past Sam and walked toward his car. Now he had a very unpleasant phone call to make to the family of the kid he was supposed to operate the next day.

Benjamin Crane drove straight home, completely unsuspecting of what the future had in store for him, his wife, and his soon-to-be-born child.

Okay so that was that. Some feedback would be very welcome because I feel lost on which platform to post it on or if it would get any traction at all. I'd probably keep working on it tbh just to scratch that writing itch inside me but oh well. We'll see. Go watch sweet tooth if you haven't yet btw, it's amazing.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

3 CHAPTERS BACK TO BACK?? BRO CHILL I DIDNT EVEN SEE THIS GET UPLOADED HOLLON-

idk if this was intentional but I find it cool to think plastic surgery is like the human equivalent of a vampires rebirth. yknow how when someone gets turned they have to adapt to a whole new body, I think quinns visits to plastic surgeons is him taking "playing a character" to a new extreme. he stalks people beforehand so he knows exactly how to act to get his hooks in them. and ofc ofc changing his appearance to keep authorities of hiss trail BUT LIKE HES SO FUCKING GRIMY IM FREAKING OUT

and him coming from a wealthy family was really unexpected but it works well with his sense of entitlement, and the money coming from a company that sells shit to slow aging💀💀 LIKE THE VAMPIRE PARALLELS ARE EATINGGGGG

and again!! ben coming in was really unexpected!!! but in the best way, I love how you tie all of these characters together it makes the space feels so alive. but like I'm trying to figure out bens motive here, is he doing it out of fear of quinn? telling all of this to sweetheart knowing it's all for nothing and they've got no shot of catching him, which is why he showed them his scars? or did he show them because deep down he was rooting for them and hoping that, even with his limited information, they would still succeed AAAAAAA IM SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW THIS UNFOLDSSSSSS

"you knew what it felt like to be stabbed" me too bestie I happen to be a fan of tumblr user us3rnam3-r3dact3d and his evil little stories

AND YEAH HE TOOK THE TASER LIKE IT WAS NOTHING BECAUSE WHY NOT, GIVE HIM A BUCKSHOT TO THE CHEST I BET HE'LL LIVE

hey stop making me like colm a little bit

so do I loooook likeee hiiiiiiiiiiimm

GREEGGG!!!!!!!! I AM JUMPING UP AND DOWN WITH JOY!!!!! i love how you're giving every character their moment

we are, in fact, really in it now and i am sooo ready but I also want this to go on forever

10/10

-🦀

I have been powering through these chapters the last we days! I live in the south and we got snow so my work has been out for most of the week. Plus, I think my self imposed week of no writing really got the juices flowing again!

CRAB ANON YOU SEE THE VISION!! I find the like delaying aging and staying young forever by never being in the sun and going into cryo chambers and doing crazy stuff like that very creepy. The pursuit of youth at all costs is just... wild to me.

YES Quinn's plastic surgery IS a forensic counter measure!!! Omg I'm so glad you picked up on that!! It's also a vanity thing, am appeal to his ego to remove every imperfection he sees in himself, and a way to appeal to a wide variety of victims. It's all SO SLIMY!!

Ben was a spur of the moment choice that I'm really happy with!! We'll hear a bit more from him later on, but suffice it to say that his motive is definitely out of fear. He wants Quinn put away, but he's disillusioned at this point at the likelihood of it. He's seen him get away with a lot of heinous shit. And he knows what happens to people who get too close to catching Quinn, and he knows what Quinn does to people who betray him.

Happy to be here stabbing you guys! It's fun as hell.

Yeah, Quinn's crazy pain tolerance and pain kink come to save him again. I got my info on tasers from a cursory google search, so it might not be accurate 100%, but it works for the content of this world. SOMEBODY shoot Quinn point blank I'm begging at this point.

Oh Colm!!! Listen, Colm is not 100% a good guy. He still deeply struggles with his addiction. But he loves his kid, and he loves Sweetheart. We're actually going to dig into his relationship with Milo in the next chapter!!!

Greg!!! I love him. I know we've heard from him one entire time but UGH I love him. He'll probably make an appearance a little later on. Fun fact, Ansel is an Internal Affairs agent and he heard Colm's call over the radio. He called Greg right away and Greg, who is the fire captain of the 7-30, decided to tag along personally with his ambulance crew to make sure everything was okay. Since all firefighters are required to be paramedics in California, he's perfectly qualified!

There's plenty more to come! Hopefully I can keep you guys on your toes!

[answersfromzestual]

Can I have top surgery and be overweight? The Truth.

I am here to clear things about being overweight and top surgery (aka double mastectomy).

Can I have chest surgery if I am overweight? Blanket answer, yes you can.

HOWEVER, let's talk about some things first.

As soon as we peek under my blanket statement, most doctors will not want to touch you if you are too far outside their BMI index. Sounds like a preference, right? I mean, true, but they are a business and, like any other business, can refuse service for any reason. Especially when your life is in their hands.

The BMI index is followed to a degree by most plastic surgerons. This index is not to body shame you in this case. It is strictly for medical reasons. There are many medical reasons to refuse the surgery.

As you lay flat on your back, your own weight presses on your lungs and heart. This can actually cause damage your heart and lungs and also restrict your breathing even further.

Anesthesia issues are a lot deeper than most people realize. It is not just a harmless gas to keep you asleep. Anesthesia is poisonous to us, and it does more harm to your body the longer you are under its direct effect. Also, the more you weigh, the more they have to use. The best anesthesiologists in the world probably would have a hard time with this, especially depending on how long you can potentially be under. The more you weigh means more tissue they need to work with and extra time can mean complications not only while under the drug but can cause many complications after the procedure is done, and even when you wake up. Issues include headaches/migranes, intense nausea, vertigo like symptoms, having a hard time passing urine, lack of gross and fine motor functions, brain functions, paralysis, coma, and death.

Blood flow issues for people who are overweight are a real risk. The skin has stretched over time , and more skin, along with viable tissue, is thinner, with less of a blood supply being delivered to the skin and tissues itself.

Being overweight also means your skin is stretched and no longer has the same elasticity as if you were not overweight. This thin skin is easy to pull apart/tear.

Time in the operating room, more is not better. The longer you are being operated on, the more complications can occur during the procedure and during the healing process. (This is also a general risk)

Upping complications means more likely needing revisions. Plastic surgerons take this into consideration for your health. Insurance probably won't shell out for the same operation twice because of the views on transitioning lead to a lot of "this is just cosmetic."

Diabetes exponentially increases risk of infection and potential necrosis and gangrene (death of tissue).

You are a living canvas for the plastic surgeron(s), your results reflect highly on them. They want the best results for you, but they also have a reputation to upkeep.

If the surgeon gives a condition they consider reasonable and the patient does not produce results near their actual target BMI, which tends to be more liberal than the numbers that are thrown around, the surgeon can question the patients ability to be able to take care of themselves and adhere to the strict rules given for post operative care. A surgeon can also think "does this person want it bad enough if they can't do this request?". They may not say that out loud, but they may think it.

The heavier you are, the harder it is on your body to heal because the extra work your body needs to do to do daily tasks, let alone extra tasks yet also rest.

You do not realize how much and how often you use your chest muscles. Getting out of bed without being able to lift yourself up is really a thing. Using those muscles in some cases can cause rips and tears of stitches, tissues, and muscles.

Surgeons will give you realistic, cis-like results with your chest, this may mean you will not have a flat chest, they may perform more of a reduction than a double mastectomy. Surgeons will make your chest look proportional to your body, hence another surgery if you do lose weight.

Do they want you to have bad results? This is a physical correction to make a positive mental impact if you have bad results post-op. This may not really fulfill the function of procedures purpose to help you like your body.

Doctors want to know you want this surgery, so if they give you a time frame and you don't meet their goals, that's fair. You may have seen your day to day but the surgeron didn't and doesn't care. To them, you didn't meet their goals/ requirements. No surgeon wants to lose their job, role, or status.

Surgeons only want what's best for your health. It's not a shaming conspiracy, it's literally just biology.

Waiting sucks, we know. But what sucks more is that having bad results, you will have forever and potentially risking your life.

Source List:

Anesthesia 1

Anesthesia 2

Anesthesia 3

Anesthesia and Obesity

Surgery 1

Surgery 2

Post Op Risk

Minimal use of being overweight during a procedure personal experience.

P.s: I tried to use respectful and professional terms and wording. If anything is offensive, please let me know in my ask box, and I will fix it.

Stay Safe

Stay Golden Everyone ✌️ 💙 💜

[blackhill2245]

"I love you, and."

Warnings | mommy issues, abandonment issues.

Note | Has anyone ever listened to please be rude by Gigi Perez? That's what I listen to whilst making this 10/10

I walk into Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, a bundle of nerves.

I was the new resident cardiac surgeon, but I was also only 24.

I know it's very young, but I had spent my whole life studying to become the best surgeon I could be, not by my choosing, though. When I was younger, I wanted to be a firefighter. In fact, I still did, but it's too late for that now. My father is one of the most well-known plastic surgeons, and once I was born, he was determined to make me exactly like him but better, so he pushed me to my limits, and instead of having sleepovers, or going to the movies with friends, I spent my childhood at home being taught by highly respectable tutors, by 14 I graduated high-school then 18 I entered my intern years. Now, at 24, I was one of the youngest residents in the world.

After a minute, I realized I was standing in the middle of the hallways like an idiot, I quickly snap out of it and head to the nurses desk.

"Hello?" My voice was small and hesitant as I looked over the counter to see the nurse, who was busy typing away. "Um- I have a meeting with cheif bailey, I was just wondering if you could give me directions?"

I fiddle with my fingers as she looks up, eyeing me she handed me a map and went back to whatever she was doing. "Thank you," I squeak, all but running away, God she was scary.

After getting lost 3 times and realizing the map was upside down, I finally make it to her office.

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After a meeting that lasted two hours and a bunch of paperwork, I was finally given my badge and pager, I was also introduced to a couple of people, one of which I already hated, Owen Hunt.

He hadn't done anything bad but I just got really bad vibes from him.

Currently, I was sitting under a gurney. Why? you may ask, well, it's simple, really, it was dark, cold and cramped, a perfect spot for me to eat my lunch and I wouldn't be bothered.

Well, that's what I hoped for anyway, but it's a hospital, the most peace you will get is in the time it takes for you to get out of your car in the morning and making your way to the building.

As I was minding my own business munching on my cafeteria pizza, a head pops under the gurney, she was pretty I had to admit, but it didn't stop me from being annoyed at being interrupted.

The strange woman plopped on the floor, sitting criss cross she had to bend down further to be able to see me.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of bemusement as she scanned me from head to toe.

"I'm eating my lunch" I thought it was obvious why else would I be laying in a weird position under a gurney with pizza and choclate milk?

"Clearly," she rolled her eyes, "but why here?" She tilts her head, her blue eyes crinkled as she smiles at me.

I eye her for a moment before I let my own smile appear, there's something about this woman that makes me think we're gonna be best friends.

"It's comfy and quiet," I say, my mouth full of pizza. She grimances as she gives me a faux stern look, "chew with your mouth closed".

I laugh the pizza in my mouth, almost flying out as I rush to cover it with my hand, I quickly swallow the remainder of my food, "what's your name?" I realized I hadn't gotten it yet.

"Amelia Sheperd, head of neuro, you?" I place the empty paper plate down and take a sip of my chocolate milk before responding with my name and position, as I expected I see her suprised expression, "your a bit young, no?" I sigh I hated that question.

"I'm 24, skipped a couple of grades," her expression was one of the funiest things ever. Her eyes were wide, and she was clearly trying to hide it, and it was just too funny.

"Your practicly a fetus!" Scratch that, her response was funnier.

Although I didn't know it just yet, this interaction was one of many that led to our strong friendship.

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Three weeks later, me and Amelia were practically inseparable, we were always having movie night, or helping each other with hard cases.

Currently I was slumped over in a gurney, no energy to hide beneath it.

"Whats up, buttercup!?" I groan, "shhh. " I hush amelia. She was a little too loud for me, right now.

"Whats wrong?" This time she was more quiet and a little more concerned, "I couldn't sleep last night my neighbors were fighting and chose to be as loud as possible" I sigh scrubbing my face tiredly.

Instead of responding, Amelia just grabbed my hand, dragging me somewhere, I wasn't all that botherd, this was a regular occurrence being dragged by her. I just got used to it.

"I want you to meet someone," she leads me outside to a cute little coffee cart, she shoved me over, telling me to order something so I don't fall asleep.

"As long as you're buying," I giggle, buying myself coffee. She rolls her eyes fondly, whipping out some cash to pay before dragging me away, almost making me spill my coffee.

"Hey!" I whine as I nearly burnt myself. "OH hush," she finally stops dragging me.

As I look up about to argue that I would I fact not hush, I spot a lady beside her.

I get shy, I mean wow, she's so pretty... and her hair is so red. I blush bright red hiding behind Amelia, who only chuckles.

"I'm not that scary, am I?"

I peep around tentatively, before amealia steps to the side.

I glare at her before I hear a chuckle, turning to the new lady she introduces herself "I'm addison montgomery" she holds out her hand, I introduce myself a lot less confident than her, but only smiles fondly pulling me into a hug.

I squeak, not expecting it, Amelia laughs as addison lets me go. I don't go far, sticking by her side, I blame the clingyness to her amazing smelling perfume, not the fact she made me all warm and fuzzy just from a look.

"You must be the baby resident Amelia has been telling me so much about" she has a little smirk as I glare at Amelia, yet again.

"Well, it's not my fault yous are all fossils!" Addison laughs in amusement as me and Amelia bicker between each other.

"Amelia, I love you, and you're acting like a child." her tone is full of amusement, but I was more focused on the wording.

For some reason, it stuck with me, I always hated hearing 'I love you, but' to me, it's like saying I loved you, or your annoying so I don't fully love you. I don't know how to describe it, but hearing that made me feel weird, but a good weird?

Over the next couple days, I kept hearing the fraise between amelia and addison, like when Addison stole Amelia's charts so she would take a nap she said, "I love you, and you need a nap" or when Amelia stole addisons coffee and said "I love you and drink some water, please?"

Every time i heard it, it rooted itself further into my brain, to the point of starting to say it as well. The first time I said it, I said it to amelia, and she was irritating me.

I was very overstimulated, a big rush of patients came in, and I was swamped. There were so many noises, crying, screaming, shouting, etc. I finally got a second to myself before amelia came over to talk to me. She was rambling loudly next to me when I cut In.

"Amelia, please, I love you, and I'm very overstimulated right now," and although I didn't see it, amelia had the happiest look on her face as she realized what I said.

From then on out, I said it to her, and she said it to me, all the while me and addison got closer.

Addison was like the mother I never had, she made me take naps so I wouldn't get cranky, and If I couldn't sleep she would sit in the room on her phone because she knew it helped me sleep if someone was in the room with me. She forced me to eat breakfast because she knew if I didn't, I would get snappy despite how I never ate breakfasts.

The only bad thing about me and addisons' new friendship is that I became very attached to her. If I didn't see her every 48 hours, I got all mopy and sad, but amelia found it endearing that her two best friends were getting along.

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It has been a full 2 months since I started in the hospital, and honestly? I couldn't be happier, my father had stopped contacting me, which was great, because I hated him.

Me and Amelia's friendship only got stronger, and addison well let's just say I nearly called her mom on one or two occasions which was very embarrasing, thankfully I don't think she realized what was said.

Currently, I was staying with addison and Amelia as my landlord increased the rent to 7000 a month, and there's no way in hell I would be paying that.

I was grateful to have the day off. By the time i woke up, amelia and addison were long gone, and I was feeling miserable.

I felt weak like I couldn't stand up. My stomach was in knots nausea rolling around every time I tried to move, head thumping with one of the worst headaches ever.

Not to my own suprise. I stayed in that bed for hours, not getting up for anything. To be honest, I don't think I could get up even if i tried.

I didn't realize how long passed. It wasn't until I heard keys rattling in the door that I made an effort to get up

That failed. I could barely sit up, I just didn't want amelia or addison seeing me like this.

"Hon?!" I heard addison call out, normally if I was home when they got home I would be waiting at the door to give them hugs.

"Addie!?" I call, because as much as I didn't want them seeing me like this I really needed the toilet and could not stand on my own.

Amelia was the first to enter her face, immediately creasing with concern.

"Oh," she said sympathetically, and addison had to shove her out of the way to get into the room. "Oh baby," she cooed, I could probably imagine how badly I looked, I was sweaty hair sticking to my forehead, I was pale and shaky.

Addison rushed over to feel my head, "You have a fever hun" I Humm nuzzling into her heavenly cold hands, and she chuckles, telling Amelia to grab some medicine and water.

Next thing you know, I've chugged half a bottle of water and had so many pills shoveled down my throat. I'm not even sure what they are.

Addison left to grab some things from the store, so it was only me and Amelia, "Melia?" I mumbled.

"Yes?" She sat up to look at me. "I need to pee," she huffed before helping me to the bathroom, practicly carrying me. Thankfully, she turned around and once finished helping me to my bed.

"I love you, and you're really sweaty," she huffed, I giggled, "I love you too," I see her roll over in the bed to face me and I roll over to face her to.

"You know you're like my weird little niece," I laugh. "What?" She reaches her hand over to swipe my hair out of my face, "yea, I mean, you're not my child. Your addisons and addison is my sister, so..." I smile and decide to just hug her instead of answering, "then your my crazy aunt"

That night, I fell asleep cuddled up to my 'aunt'.

Over the next few days, I slowly improved. I still don't have my strength, but my apatite has come back, and the fever has gone down.

Right now, Amelia is at work, and its Addisons turn to stay with me.

"Addy?" I whine, she was sitting on the chair opposite my bed, reading with her little glasses, god she looked like a librarian.

"Yes?" She looked up, pushing her glasses up. Instead of answering verbally, I made grabby hands, "words honey, " she reminded me, I just whine "too far away." I grumble but smile as she makes her way over to me.

I cuddle my face into her lap, one of her hands holding her book as the other scratches my head, she starts to read aloud.

After a while, I start to fall asleep the sound of her soothing voice, the smell of her perfume, and the gentle scratches lulling me into a sense of calmness.

During our time together, I started seeing addison as my actual mom, I've never had one before, and my birth mom abandoned me, and well, my dad never really dated again, so addison was filling that void. She comforts me when I'm sad and holds me when I'm tired. She's seeks me out and hugs me when she's down, and I make sure she's not too stressed with work. She defends me from mean patients, and if she ever hears of someone bad mouthing me, well let's just say they never do it again.

Thinking about all this made me realize how much I appreciate her and Amelia, so I turn, now laying on my back so I can look up at her.

She stops reading, putting g her book down she carresses my face softly with a questioning look.

"I love you," I say quietly, I see her smile, eyes softening even more, "I love you too." her voice is soft as she holds me like I will break at any moment.

"No, you don't understand," I say, slightly frustrated, "I love you, I love you and Amelia, your family to me."

"Your family to me too," she says, tilting her head in a confused manner, "no, your like a mom to me," I admit, "and Amelia's the weird aunty"

I see addisons eyes tear up and internally panick thinking amelia was wrong and addison doesent think of me like that.

"OH hun," she whispers gathering me in her arms so I was cradled to my chest, "your like the daughter I always wanted" Instantly I start to cry, hearing the woman I thought of as a mom call me her daughter, just healed a part of me I didn't know I had.

Just then, amelia walks in all happy until she sees us both crying, "What happened!?" She asks, panicked, climbing onto the bed beside us, "You're the crazy aunt, " addison chuckles wetly, tears still falling as she holds me tight, amelia smiles brightly, "you both had the talk?" She whispers to addison, although I still heard, I'm assuming addison talked to amelia about all this, and amelia encouraged her to talk to me.

Amelia doesn't need the answer as I grab her and pull her into our hug, we are a family, a pretty weird and dysfunctional one, but oh well.

If you told me a couple of months ago, I would have found two people who made me feel more at home than anybody has ever done, I would laugh straight in your face... yet here we are, and I couldn't be happier.

[wormwrites]

I just can't get the idea of soulmate!jason where you share scars out of my head. Jason is a canvas of scars. We all find them beautiful and wouldn't judge him even if we were held at gun point. But imagine you were getting those scars at the same time he was... it would be hard. Of course you are worried about your soulmate, but when you wake up with a permanent, very purposeful J branded onto your face, can you really tell me you wouldn't be embarrassed to go outside? Afraid of meeting your soulmate who seems to be either a criminal or in a very dangerous victim situation? Would you not be even a little angry that now your face is ruined? (I know there is makeup, but we are ignoring that for a second) Yes, you share these scars with your soulmate and somewhere along the line you'd find peace with them. But in the moment when you look in the mirror and find an autopsy scar... I can only imagine what you would feel. Oh, and poor Jason. He would never be able to forgive himself. He probably wouldn't even realize he has a soulmate because if you get a scar he wouldn't notice it beside all of his. This isn't a request. I just wanted to share my thoughts and hear yours. I'm asking a few different creators so feel free to ask for another person's opinion as well!

oh my god, anon, ur brain!!! i’m sure this is messy but 1: i love requests and 2: i just started typing most of this late last night

((i also saw a few other respond to this but i purposely didnt read them so if anything is similar its witchcraft or smthing idk))

i think the smaller robin scars sort of annoy you, when you’re younger. you don’t see how the trade off of your small acne scars is fair to these constant random but mostly well healed ones scars are. you have a running joke with your closest friends about how you have a lecture for your soulmate whenever you meet them.

you’re a dumb kid, teenager at best, but when you wake up one morning, dozen of burn scars, scars of a deep beating, and a harsh ‘j’ plastered on your face, you have a breakdown for both of you. so scared for whatever your soulmates been through, when, a day or so later, autopsy scars appear, you go numb. you aren’t an idiot, you know what those scars are from.

you’ve never heard of scars from a soulmate post death, but you don’t know what else they could mean, and no more scars show up after that.

how do you deal with being so young knowing you had a soulmate who had a hard life cut short, and now you’re doomed to be alone forever? maybe you go numb, just float through life, dissociating. or maybe you devote yourself to your studies, maybe you work to help kids in tough situations like your almost love. maybe somewhere in between.

i think if you live in gotham, you have a small feeling why there was a j, i think maybe you learn some makeup skills, use things like cosmetic wax and a precise foundation routine to cover it, you can’t afford the fancy kind of plastic surgeons who specialize in soulmate scars.

you think you’re done, accept this is your life.

then years later, more scars start appearing? precise, dangerous scars? given only the bare minimum medical care? you think you must be broken. you start spending even more time with your therapist, maybe start researching even more.

one of these late nights at the library you’re walking home in gotham, you’d lost track of time but the sweet redheaded librarian named barbara reminded you to leave before it got too too late, still, you live in a rough part of town, and batman’s been busy lately with this new crime lord, you don’t care either way, too trapped in your own world of hurt and confusion, you don’t even realize what you’d walked into.

jason never gave much thought to his soulmate, he’d never even noticed any scars, thought maybe he didn’t even have one. definitely didn’t have one after his death.

he’d stalking after batman one night, both are aware the other one knows, but they arent confronting each other tonight, and when they turn onto a certain street he gets an odd feeling and he suddenly finds himself in front of of you,

and hes speechless, his world crashing down so quickly, because all he can see is the ‘j’ on your your face.

jason never gave much thought to his soulmate, and now he literally walked face first into them, and nothing is the same for either of you from there on out.