#considering things not previously considered

[theslightestbitofahint]

Ive been studying and working in disaster response and recovery for over a decade now. There are two things that are consistent in every single emergency and disaster (from locally devastating to global impacts like the economic crisis of '08-'10 or Covid) that has happened in that time:

1. Communication involving long-distance exchanges of information has not only been horrible, it has worsened outcomes. Long-distance in this post is considered more than 20-miles.

2. Neighbors and local relationships provided more help to each other than any combination of previously established systems, agencies, and organizations during the first week - and for most of them, the 2-3 years that followed.

It's not about taking advantage of the benefits of being well connected. It's about being a part of the world you live in. Because that's the world where everything happens to you.

i need everyone to know that community is what will save us all in every single way imaginable. you forming a bond with your neighbour or coworker might help them move house or feel less alone or have the courage to leave an unhealthy living environment. you helping a stranger might provide them with hope. in turn, being able to lean on your community in times of need will save you. your broader bonds with your community are the revolution we need. our society seeks to divide and separate us in so many ways but we are all so much more united in our struggles and joys than you are made to believe. we need to hold onto each other very tightly.

[kaboom--bitch]

Fictionfolk Experiences Ask Game

Yeah, you. Fictionkin, fictive, fictionhearted, fictionlinker, fictionflicker--whatever else you may be in the tags. I wanna get some potentially positivity and experience sharing going because there's some Stuff that isn't great in the tags right now but ALSO I think fictionfolk as a whole (and not just identify-as fictionfolk but yes those too) deserve a nice little platform to share their experiences. So, use this ask game. Or just reblog and answer the questions. Or post the answers yourself. Be free.

1. What's your fictional identity (hearttype, kintype, etc)?

2. If you have multiple, do you have one you're closer to than the others, or is more important to your identity overall?

3. How many fictional identities do you have?

4. What's your favourite part about being fictionfolk?

5. What's a positivie interaction that's happened as a result of your fictional identity?

6. Have you told any people in your offline life about your fictional identity and gotten a positive reaction?

7. Have you told any people in your online life about your fictional identity and gotten a positive reaction?

8. Is there anyone you've met as a result of your interactions in the community who's very important to you now?

9. What's your favourite thing about the fictionfolk community?

10. Tell us about a time you've experienced species/identity euphoria as a result of one of your fictional identities.

11. Do you experience any shifts (mental, phantom, dream, etc) of your fictional identity? Share a bit about those and how they feel!

12. Do you have any canonmates (if applicable)?

13. Do you have any sourcemates (if applicable)?

14. Do you wish to seek out canonmates/sourcemates? Why/why not?

15. Do you have a favourite piece of fanart/fanfic/etc that ties into your identity? Share it (with credit)!

16. Do you have any art/fic/etc specifically made for you as a fictionfolk of your specific identity (made by yourself or someone else)? Share it!

17. Does your fictional identity differ from source in any way/is it canon divergent? Explain a bit about that!

18. Are there aspects of your fictional identity that you previously questioned, decided weren't a part of your identity, but you still look fondly upon? (Past 'types, etc).

19. Do you have any spiritual identities? Explain a bit about that!

20. Do you have any psychological identies? Explain a bit about that!

21. How old were you when you discovered/chose your first fictional identity?

22. Did you ever take a break from the community, but came back later? What made you come back?

23. Have you ever considered fictionlinking? If you already have, what made you decide to do it?

24. If you decided to 'link a fictional character, who would it be and why?

25. If you decided to 'link a fictional species, what would it be and why?

26. Have you ever questioned being fictionhearted? If you already are, what started your questioning into that connection?

27. Do you have any fictional hearthomes? What are your favourite things about them?

28. Have you ever questioned being a fictionbased archetrope? If you already are, what's your archetropal identity?

29. Have you ever questioned being fictionkin? If you already are, what started your discovery of that connection?

30. Have you ever had a fictotype turn out to be a fictionflicker or vice versa? What was that like?

31. Do you have any fictionflickers? What are they, and how do they make you feel?

32. If you're a system, do you have any collective fictional identities?

33. If you're a system, how many fictional identities do you have across all of your headmates?

34. Do you have any soulbonds from a fictional source? Share a bit about that!

35. Do you have any memories/noemata around your fictional identity? Share some if you'd like!

36. If you do have memories/noemata, what's your favourite?

37. Does your identity intersect with your gender in any way? Share a bit about that!

38. Does your identity intersect with your sexuality in any way? Share a bit about that!

39. Is there anything you'd have loved to hear back when you were first questioning your identity?

40. Is there anything you'd like to share toward fictionfolk who may just be starting to look into the community?

41. Free space! Share anything about your identity/ies that you'd like to!

[legalandnotease]

"Sam is Working with the government, not for the government": A Rebuttal

Sam Stans often claim Sam is working "with" not "for" the government. The main basis for this claim is that he's not taking orders from them.

Yet, in Brave New World Isaiah Bradley and even Torres say Sam would have to take orders directly from Ross. Everyone associated with Sam realized this. Sam himself realized this: he directly said he'd be obligated to obey Ross.

So why do Sam Stans insist the contrary? Part of it is cognitive dissonance and denial. Not wanting to admit the implications of Sam being subject to Ross.

Sam Stans often point to individual acts of disobedience as "evidence" Sam isn't beholden to the government. Yet there's a problem with this. Sam either engages in these acts secretly, or when Ross is incapacitated. He has to go behind Ross back or wait until he's unable to do anything because he won't be able to get away with it otherwise.

It is a little bit like breaking the rules when your boss is away. This doesn't mean the rules don't exist, or that you are not subject to them. It simply means there is nobody to enforce them and punish you for breaking them. This is what is happening with Sam.

In Brave New World, it's clear that Sam’s current setup allows him to work alongside the government while also maintaining his independence.

This first claim is also frequently made and comes from this post. It is interesting how closely this resembles Tony Stark's position in Captain America: Civil War. Stark maintained that the Avengers could sign the Accords but still retain their independence.

Like Sam Stans, Tony fans often point to instances Tony broke the Accords and wasn't punished for it as "proof" Tony's claim was true. The problem with this is that Tony was in a unique position of wealth and privelege. This allowed him to buy or bribe his way out of trouble when other characters could not.

Tony could sign the Accords and then ignore them because nobody could hold him to account for breaking them. He was untouchable. Nobody else had this privelege. Which is why this remark from the linked post is so interesting.

The exact details are unclear, it seems that his base is probably either a generous donation or that he’s worked out some agreement, which makes sense because he is Captain America.

The "details are unclear" because this is a headcanon. Brave New World makes it very clear Sam would be totally beholden to Ross, but the last part of this remark is what I want to focus on. The op is clearly aware that Sam's position as Captain America affords him certain priveleges. (Priveleges which FTR Steve Rogers didn't have...) but they don't want to consider the possibility this allows Sam exercize political influence and use underhanded methods.

If Sam has political influence, it means he's more closely tied to the government than the Sam Stans dare to admit. This is in fact he case: in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, for example, Sam is running missions for the military but can also be heard bragging about how he can get people pardons.

The US military are of course funded and controlled by the government. To get someone a pardon. Sam would have to have *considerable* influence with various people in the government and the legal system.

But there's more. There's a scene in Brave New World which previously made no sense to me, but now does. Remember that several people were mind controlled to try and assassinate President Ross? They were all sent to the same Prison to await trial but someone got in and murdered them before this could happen. Except Isaiah Bradley, who was conveniently moved just in time.

The reason this didn't make sense was because Sam was tipped off that such a thing could happen. Yet it seemed he did nothing with that information. Except... he did. There was a shot showing Ruth answering her phone. Sam made sure that Bradley was moved, but let the other mind control victims be killed.

This level of favoritism here is staggering. Sam was prepared to allow other people to be killed as long as his friend was safe. He did not even bother to try and save everyone: only the person that mattered to him. Which reflects terribly on him not just as a person, but as Captain America.

In other words, Sam has influence. He can use it as and when he pleases in ways that he wants, and can get away with things other people can't. In other words: Sam is corrupt.

There's one final remark in the linked article which merits consideration. The op refers to non-profit organizations recieving funding from the government and supposedly only using them for projects which "align with the organization's vision". He says that

"So whilst the money comes from the government, it doesn't feel as much like a situation of working for them as much as for them as with them, like Sam does"

This is an extremely naive attitude, or else one based in denial. Government funding isn't free. it comes with certain obligations and expectations. There are always strings attached. Funding has to be applied for, and governments generally only approve funding for organizations which align with their policies or do things they want: the moment this changes, the funding is withdrawn.

No matter how it "feels", organizations in receipt of government funding are beholden to the the government to a greater or lesser extent.

All the above serves as evidence Sam isn't working with or for the government. He's *part* of the government. He's literally a member of the corrupt establishment, just like Tony Stark was before him.

Note that in Civil War Steve didn't just throw away the shield: he also lost his role and status as Captain America. He was known as Nomad for 2 years. This is because it is not possible to be Captain America *and* be in open defiance of the government.

Unlike Steve Rogers, who consisently and openly defied government dictats even if it meant giving up his rank and status of Captain America, losing funding, or becoming a fugitive, Sam accepts them.

Sam became a government employee from the moment he picked up a set of wings and especiallly the Shield. (Which is after all "government property" as Natasha said in Civil War). Although he disagreed with the Accords, his actions in Civil War were more due to his desire to help Steve then anything else.

Its possible that after recieving a pardon following the events of Endgame, everything Sam lost in Civil War made him determined to never defy the government again. or simply that his new role as Captain America ave him more breathing room.

He didn't have have the same black mark against him as Steve after all: 2 years as a fugitive for defying the Accords and helping the Winter Soldier. He could say he'd been roped into all that, and the Accords being repealed helped. As did Bucky being pardoned and Ross snapped as well.

We do know that after Endgame he retained his contacts within the government and military, allowing him to access resources and exercize leverage. Furthermore, his status as a member of the elite, who never challenges the government in a meaningful way allows him to get away with small acts of disobedience. Provided he toes the line overall, and only recruits "respectable" people of course.

[thewretchwrites]

Ideas and headcanons (more so au or taking canon lore a bit further)

What if Wonderland changed Yuu more than it already does?

Edit: Under a read more cause i didn't realize how long it got

tl;dr what if wonderland did more than grant yuu the ability to understand earth equivalent wonderland languages (a phenomenon that mainly affects yuus since other characters are able to use different languages on campus and these do not get translated to other wonderlanders) and Wonderland itself changed them physically in an attempt to further integrate yuu, an anomaly to wonderland, into the world?

Wonderland appears to have some form of magic that allows the Yuus to understand Wonderland languages, or at least translates these languages into their closest earth equivalent. This is mentioned in canon, both in manga and in novel with some Yuu's noting that the movement of their mouths do not match the words spoken and heard and attempting to purposely say a word they do know using the original lip movements results in pronouncing a word that Wonderlanders are unfamiliar with. This is mentioned in novel and, correct me if I'm wrong, in heartslabyul manga (i think it happens in savanaclaw manga as well but I'm much less certain about that so take this addition with a grain of salt). In canon, this dimensional multilingual translation magic only affects Yuu and not others on campus, as others on campus are capable of speaking different languages on campus (rook) and characters that do not know that language will react with confusion (mostly first years listening to rook) showing that the campus itself doesn't automatically translate everyone's spoken language into the listener's preferred language.

I was thinking about this, the fact that Wonderland dimension magic seems to only affect yuu- notably the fact that it grants Yuu's the ability to perceive Wonderland languages as Earth language equivalents and speak it smoothly (as noted by some Yuu's with the incongruency with their mouth movements and the spoken language heard)- and how it even changes the yuus and their behaviors/skills especially considering that it lets them smoothly make the mouth movements and sounds to communicate in Wonderland language without practice. I think this is fascinating and that it truly can be taken further, especially the fact that it allows the Yuu's to so smoothly mimic and repeat the needed movements for Wonderland languages. Speaking a different language requires learning the movements to make the appropriate sounds and pronunciations, to speak it smoothly requires enough repeated movements and actions to have made it muscle memory, to have sections of the mind and the muscle dedicated to it. A body change, in a way. Where I'm going with this, is that i think the magic that allows Yuus to smoothly articulate the necessary pronunciations and movements, that provides the necessary habits and muscle memory can go further. What if it changes Yuus further? What if Instead of added muscle memory, added ingrained lingual habits, and the necessary changes in the brain to ingrain these habits and muscle memory (though fascinating and helpful), the dimension magic changed Earth Yuus even more drastically? Canon wonderland magic has already shown that it can readily and feasibly ingrain skills previously unknown and the necessary habits and muscle movements needed to utilize those skills with the wonderland language translation and ability to speak the equivalent wonderland languages (one yuu noted that wonderland English and earth English use different mouth movements and several have noted that they can note different language equivalents as long as they know those languages) so why not have Wonderland magic go further?

Even the magic mirror, in canon, reacts to the Yuus soul with confusion. It audibly lists things that it seems to regard as different from Wonderland souls. The earth soul is considered formless, colorless, soundless (if i recall the wording correctly). The vessel of the soul for yuu, which the mirror reads, seems to confuse the mirror and regard the earth soul as magicless. In canon, mages produce magic and a byproduct of blot from using magic and from stress. Blot can affect not just mages and the magical beings but also those regarded as magicless. Blot can affect even those wonderland considers non magical beings with magic capable beings experiencing greater changes. Blot affecting physical appearances and more. I like to imagine it can be taken further. So again, why not?

Yuu having to deal with changes, as the magic of Wonderland changes them to try and fit this anomaly into the world. Yuu being changed physically and mentally even behaviorally, and having to deal with these changes. Yuus with Languages they have no recollection of learning resting on their tongues (your own voice is a stranger, an outsider cloaked in the mask of what might've been familiar), habits and behaviors they've never known that are stitched into their day to day (tongue knowing vowels and movements necessary for this new land, hands and postures common to equivalent cultures but none you've ever used before now, etc), physical features they do not remember (perhaps a change in natural hair color, unnaturally vibrant for a denizen of earth but perfectly natural for wonderlanders, or even more drastic changes like tails and sensitive ears or scales and tough skin and scruff). Yuu becoming a stranger to themselves, a stranger they greet in the mirror every morning. In canon wonderland provides a certain amount of habits and behaviors to more smoothly speak, in this AU (?) perhaps it at least ingrains the necessary muscle memory and basic habits associated with these parts so that you do not bumble like a newborn faun however feeling disconnected with your new body, your new habits, your new abilities that can help and hinder (increased sensory sensitivity-perhaps migraines induced from increased sensitivity to light, the new eyes granted via wonderland magic might have turned out to be nocturnally inclined or perhaps are sharper so now brilliant colors are even more jarring, ears now attuned to a greater expanse of noises at greater distances mean you are harried by every sound both new and old- every noise of your peers in the nearby restrooms, every magnified breath of your deskmate, every chewing noise and spoken word at lunch and more, even touch can be affected- any sensory icks are magnified since some of creatures have even more touch nerves on their skin than humans, OR CONVERSELY some creatures and beings are described as have certain senses reduced compared to some of what humans have so perhaps your sense of touch is dulled compared to what it used to be, you can no longer enjoy the same colors you used to, the same tastes you used to, nor the same sensations).

What if, in trying to make Yuu fit into the world, Wonderland changes them beyond just giving them added languages and the necessary muscle movements (think how languages require the tongue, breath and mouth to move in precise ways, ways that usually need to be taught and practiced until the muscles within the mouth can do it without second thought). It doesn't change earth languages perfectly, it makes it seem like it. Wonderland magic chooses whatever is the closest earth approximations while making Yuu fit into the closest according wonderland equivalent. The physical change that would happened wouldn't be a perfect fit into wonderland races, it would be a close approximate while using whatever history (physical, genetic, mental) and whatever habits that you would bring with you. If wonderland decided that your habits, your mindsets, your personal history, and your preferences would be more smoothly integrated into a different race other than human (or even monster considering there're sentient monsters like grim or mentioned off hand) then it's likely it would change you accordingly. Like maybe you enjoy collecting rocks, you have an invested interest in bugs or fish, tend to enjoy heights or thrills and are sensory seeking then maybe wonderland decides your habits might be more smoothly integrated as a bird beastman or even a harpy. HOWEVER, Wonderland magic tends to work with what it can, what's equivalent. You still do not have magic, so no fae since no inherent magic (perhaps you can eventually gain magic if you find a way to fill the formless soundless colorless earth soul and keep it soaked with magic and replenish accordingly) so it will likely try to create the closest approximations for a bird beastfolk or harpy. However, just as how Wonderland magic was able to utilize earth languages and thus must be using Earth concepts and earth history since language is inherently tied to history and even environment, sound and it's ability to carry over distances changes based on the land layout and humidity and weather so each would develop accordingly and change up as groups intermingle and go to New environments, so too would it draw from earth concepts and history to try to get it to mix in properly.

Taking this into consideration, Yuu (or well, any earth denizen) would likely not be a true wonderlander race, they would be what Wonderland itself tried to create with what it had, something that might match close enough on a surface level so most might not fully question but that inherently draws from earth myths, legends, and animals extinct or currently alive. Perhaps Wonderland itself decided that the earth creatures (myth, extinct or otherwise) that most closely match a harpy or some type of bipedal feathered creature with approximate hands (a raptor or some other theropod perhaps?) and change the earth denizen accordingly.

It would be fascinating really. A fascinating thing to explore. Yuu having to deal with being a stranger in their own body, a stranger to their own habits, all while most of their original habits and behaviors seem to merge relatively smoothly (though not completely). Their entire being irrevocably changed, land itself attempting to stitch this outlander into the fabric of itself. Perhaps a misplaced attempt to welcome an outsider into the cosmic fold of Wonderland? Or perhaps the simple mechanics of magical equilibrium on a cosmic scale?

Fun fun fun ideas

Plus it lets me weave in oc's of nearly any flavor of physical appearance and still having them deal with the confusion of a new world, new things, new body and also having memories of home.

It's so fun

I'm sure some might clock the awkwardness, they did so with human yuus and they likely will with other less humanoid yuus. The cast didn't really question that the human yuus were from another world (and this is directly referenced in canon though everyone seems to have varying levels of information on the exact depth of their outlander status). These changed yuus are likely considered extremely expressive considering they have new parts and new ways to express and likely no real talent for learning how to curb them considering that in canon it seems it takes conscious effort to use any earth languages without it being translated. Also much of NRC and seemingly much of wonderland are extremely touch adverse. Depending on ones habits, culture, social life (home or otherwise), there's likely an added layer of isolation, of loneliness.

Much fun to be had

Considering offhand mentions and one off interactions, those changed might be able to find it easier to find that platonic physical affection (several of the cast and even other beastfolk express curiosity and interest in features other than their own)

I know Rook would get a kick out of it. But again, several seem to express curiosity in others features that differ from their own

[antithetical-bolter]

Someone, Someday (1)

Chapter 1: It's Time To Go

hi everyone, this is my other robby x nurse ofc wip, it's been up on ao3 for a while but I decided to post it here too! yes it is yet another taylor swift themed title, this one has chapter titles too lmao. this one is a different POV style bc I haven't decided what I like yet so lmk what you think <3

4.9k words | ER nurse Hyacinth Clark decides it's time for her to get the fuck out of her marriage, before she becomes just another statistic.

warnings: discussion of domestic violence, emotional abuse, miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy. excessive use of the word fuck, commas, and em dashes.

page dividers: @saradika-graphics

also if you'd like to be tagged in future updates lmk in the replies!!

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“Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing”

Hyacinth

She needs to leave. Like, right now. She really should've left already. Fuck.

Hyacinth Clark ran into work at 1902, knowing she was already a few minutes past shift change. Hopefully she got put in the same section as Dana tonight, because she was going to need some help. And probably a few drinks after all was said and done. Maybe a brief grippy sock vacation. 

This evening was too close of a call for her comfort, and she knows she can’t go home now. He was too angry, too close to finally losing his cool altogether and getting physical with her. Thankfully she has a shift tonight and could use it as an excuse to leave the house abruptly. Their relationship has never been perfect, and Hyacinth frequently found herself wondering if she made the right choice. Despite her reservations, she made a commitment and had been willing to try and make it work. They’ve been together for over a decade, since their sophomore year of college. Unfortunately time does not heal all wounds, and it seemed this one would continue to fester. Knowing that she is one bad night away from becoming a statistic scares her - and she knows it's time to do something about it.

The last year has been especially tumultuous, Hyacinth having had a miscarriage almost exactly one year earlier. The day after Pitt Fest. Jeremy, who had played the part of the supportive partner throughout her pregnancy, was a different man when they came home from the hospital. Going to the hospital (not PTMC, only Dana knew she was expecting) with your wife for some mild cramping at 14 weeks and then coming home, your wife no longer pregnant and without a baby, would understandably change a person. But Hyacinth had needed him. Instead of her loving and supportive husband who cooked for her, held her hair when she was sick, and went out of his way to make her life easier she got a cold shell of a man who could barely stand to look at her. She chalked it up to trauma and the disappointment of not having the child he had been so excited about, and he did eventually warm up to her a little bit. Not that it lasted.

"Hyacinth!" A familiar voice jolted her out of her panic spiral, "we're together in critical care today." Dana told her, and instantly Hyacinth knew that her day would have at least one bright spot. Dana had trained her right at the start of her nursing career and the pair made an incredible team. Now 5 years into her solo ER nursing career, Hyacinth almost felt like she knew what she was doing. She could do most things by herself and felt confident in her trauma skills, but smart enough to know when she needed help and not afraid to ask for it. Having spent almost a year under Dana’s supervision, whether direct or indirect, she got to know the older woman quite well and considered her one of her closest friends and an incredible mentor. Hyacinth's 5'10" stature, waist length jet black hair, and penchant for pink scrubs (firmly against uniform policy) was a stark contrast to Dana's five-foot-nothing, bright blonde bob and strictly gray scrubs - but they were undeniably perfect work partners.

Dana had previously been the dayshift charge nurse, but after the Pitt Fest shooting last year switched to night shift and only charges once or twice a week. That day had changed them all. Dana more so than others. The lawsuit she filed on a patient who assaulted her that same afternoon was still not resolved, and while Dana clearly still loved her job she had taken 2 months of leave before she felt ready to return. Hyacinth had certainly not escaped the after effects of the shooting. She was almost positive that she had started to miscarry while working that evening. Often wonders if she had noticed her symptoms earlier if she might not have miscarried, but isn’t sure she would change anything about her actions that day. How could she, when she knows everyone played an integral part in saving so many lives? Nevertheless, working a mass casualty and then having a D&C less than 24 hours later was bound to leave its mark.

"Hi Dana, sorry I'm a few minutes late. Had an eventful evening to say the least and got out the door a few minutes later than I wanted to which meant I got stuck in northbound traffic and -"

"Cinth, honey, you're fine. It's 1904. Most of the night shifters are just coming out onto the floor anyway." She said, eying her protege suspiciously. "Are you okay? You seem a little frazzled, in a way I haven't seen you since after your first code." Hyacinth really wished she was better at lying. Not that she wanted to lie to Dana, but no way in hell was she having this conversation right at the beginning of their shift.

"To be real with you I don't think that I am, but I am also not ready to have that conversation right now. We can talk later, I promise." Her mentor turned friend continued to look at her like she might fall apart at any second (which, to be fair, she very well might) and Hyacinth followed up with "Just... just let me dive into work for a little while. Focusing on somebody else's problems will help me get my brain settled so I can fill you in."

"Alright, I'll drop it for now. If you need to step away for a minute let me know and I'll cover your patients." Hyacinth nodded, knowing she would not be taking her up on that offer. 

They continued walking through the unit, passing by patients in hallway beds and doing their best to avoid eye contact with disgruntled family members. Some people seemed to think that nurses controlled bed assignments, and no amount of explaining could make them understand that nurses are also angry and stressed out about patients being stuck in the ER hallway for days on end. They did they best they could to make their hall patients comfortable, supplying eye masks and ear plugs, but nothing could change the fact that they were stuck in a room where the lights never truly dimmed and the alarm bells sounded all night. Not exactly a restful, healing environment. Turning the corner and walking towards the locker room, Dana turned to Hyacinth again, studied her paler than usual complexion and the bags under her eyes. 

"You're sure you aren't sick? You kind of look like shit. " she said, to which Hyacinth scoffed and replied,

"Physically I'm fine, not sick or anything like that. Just a lot going on at home and me realizing I need to make a big change and it needs to happen soon", she took a deep breath before continuing. “The only thing I feel ready to say right now is asking if I can come stay with you guys for a few days, just until I figure out what the fuck I am going to do with myself.” This caused Dana to stop to pull her aside and ask,

“Did something happen at home? Are you hurt?” Hyacinth watched Dana switch her brain into nurse mode - assessing her. Checking for obvious bruises or other signs that might give away a physical injury. Watching her breathe, even reaching out to feel the pulse in Hyacinth’s wrist. Your classic nursing doorway assessment. A skill all nurses master, being able to tell if your patient is fine, sick, or sick by just walking in the door.

“No - not... physically. I really will tell you everything later, but for now can we please just go get report so I can shift into Nurse Hyacinth for a few hours?” This alternate persona, Nurse Hyacinth, was fantastic at compartmentalization. No room to worry about your own problems when you’re standing between your patient and a one way ticket to a celestial discharge. Dana was aware of this, had helped her form those coping skills. The older woman gave her a look that practically screamed 'I am unhappy about this but willing to wait'. Hyacinth put her bag in her locker, glad that she seemed to be letting it go for now.

“Yeah, let’s go. I get it, even if I don't like it. We can talk when you’re ready, and you can stay for as long as you need.” Dana gave her wrist (where she was still counting a pulse) a supportive squeeze, and they turned to walk to their dayshift counterparts to get report for the evening. 

She really hates when nursing superstitions are correct. Turns out that asking for some work to throw yourself into activates the hospital gods, and not in a good way. Six hours and two rapid intubations later, Hyacinth was just now preparing her workstation for the night. The nurses station was always cluttered after dayshift left, and she liked to start her night off by getting rid of any extra supplies, throwing old report sheets (mostly scribbled on paper towels) in the shred bin, and giving the whole area a good sani-wipe bath. Now that her patient was finally stable, there was some time to sit and finish charting. Needing a caffeine fix, she makes herself a cup of shitty hospital coffee and gets to work.

Not 15 minutes had passed when she hears, “Hyacinth - ICU on line 1 for report on your patient in trauma 2!” the charge nurse, an older man named Jim, yelled from his desk across the unit. She sighs, knowing that she won’t be finishing her charing just yet.

“Thanks Jim!” Hyacinth replied before picking up the phone. “ER, this is Hyacinth.”

“Hi, this is Sara up on ICU. I am ready for report on the patient you are sending to 504.” She said curtly. Hyacinth rolled her eyes - very rarely did she have to give report to Sara but every time she did it was a hassle. Sara is a great ICU nurse. She also has no clue the shit ER nurses deal with on a daily basis. Hyacinth was not looking forward to having to tell her that no, she did not do a 2 RN skin check or label his IV lines. The patient is alive, intubated, well sedated, their blood pressure is no longer 60/dead, and they’re in a clean hospital gown. Really what more could she ask for?

“68 year old male, witnessed collapse this evening. Had about 30 minutes of CPR, started by the family and ending when we got ROSC following intubation. Extensive cardiac and respiratory history, he is generally non-compliant with his home medications. Initial blood pressures were very soft, now he is on 9 of levo and systolic is holding at 90. MAP between 65 and 68. 8-0 ET tube measures 25 at the teeth, OG secured on the right. Temp sensing foley in place. He’s got 2 peripheral IVs and a triple lumen right IJ. Currently on 50 of propofol for sedation.”

In a shocking turn of events, Sara just said “Fine. Bring him up.” and then hung up the phone. A little rude, but Hyacinth would take rude over a slew of questions she definitely did not have the answers to. She calls her trusty respiratory therapist, grabs a portable monitor, and prepares the patient for transport.

“Alright Jim, Dr. Abbot, we are taking trauma 2 upstairs!” She yells, making sure they knew she was going to be off the unit for a little while.

“Take your break when you’re done - I don’t want to see you for at least another hour.” Jim says as Hyacinth, along with respiratory, wheel the patient, his IV pump, and his ventilator upstairs.

25 minutes and one very tense handoff later Hyacinth is sitting in her car attempting to eat her lunch. Unfortunately now that she is no longer operating in nurse mode, she’s starting to feel anxious again. Having always defined herself as 'a bit of an anxious bitch' - Hyacinth is no stranger to anxiety. This is feeling more significant than past anxieties, knowing that her physical wellbeing might not be guaranteed if she doesn't take some action. 

In classic Dana timing, the blonde woman knocks on Hyacinth’s passenger window and looks expectedly at her. Hyacinth unlocks the door and attempts to prepare herself to hash out whatever the hell is happening in her brain right now. Dana does not waste any time, and starts to speak as soon as the car door opens. 

“It’s time. I told Jim that he can deal without both of us for a little while. What’s going on? You've got me worried.” Dana has turned sideways in her seat and is facing Hyacinth directly, while Hyacinth cannot bring herself to look up past her lap where she is wringing her hands. Taking a shaky but deep breath, she tries to find the words to tell Dana what was going on without activating Mama Bear Dana at the same time.

Realizing this is not a feasible task, Hyacinth makes herself start speaking. “I have to leave Jeremy. You know that things haven’t been the same since my first miscarriage, but I haven’t exactly been as detail oriented as I maybe should’ve been when you asked me how things were going.” She sneaks a glance up at Dana, who continues to watch her with an open expression but is clearly expecting some elaboration. “I have had 2 ectopic pregnancies since then. After each he has gotten meaner and more aggressive, and before work tonight when he told me he wanted to start trying again I freaked out. It’s only been a little more than 5 weeks since the most recent one and I’m not ready.” She can feel the tears starting to form and tries desperately to hold them in as she says “I wouldn’t call most of our uhm… encounters this year non-consensual but I definitely was not enthusiastic at the idea and he could tell. I told him that I wasn't ready and wanted to wait a little while longer and he screamed at me. Said some pretty awful things that I won’t be repeating right now. Then he essentially threatened that we would start trying again soon anyway and went to grab my arm. Thankfully this was happening as I was walking out the door for work so I just bolted to my car and got out, but I have nothing with me. Just what I have in my car, and I didn’t pack anything except the extra change of clothes I keep in here all the time." Saying this all out loud makes her anxiety worse, like she's being shoved into a box and pushed off a cliff. "I can’t go back. I probably should’ve left already but I just ... really wanted things to be different and was scared to do anything about it and we've been together for so long and I didn’t kn-” Dana cuts her off by leaning over the center console and pulling her into a hug, rubbing her shoulders and reassuring her.

“We'll figure it out. It’s okay. You can borrow whatever you need from me. Hell, we can even move you out after our shift while he’s at work if you’re up for it. Especially if we recruit Jack. Between your car, my car, and Abbot’s truck I bet we could get you out in one or two trips.” This is what finally does Hyacinth in, and she starts to sob into Dana’s shoulder.

“Can we really move me out today?” She says after a few minutes, taking the time to cry a bit before she tries to speak. “What about your family? Shouldn’t you make sure Benji and the girls are okay with some random nurse you work with all but moving in?” Hyacinth has met Dana’s family a few times, but hasn’t spent enough time with them to really know them.

“Absolutely. Benji will be happy to help, and the girls are both off at college right now. Even if they weren’t we have an extra room.” Feeling reassured enough for now, Hyacinth nods and Dana continues to speak. “You can fill Abbot in on as much or as little as you’re comfortable with, but I can guarantee you he will help. Not like Mohan lets the man sleep between shifts anyway,” she says while rolling her eyes. Hyacinth laughs a little bit at this, and pulls back to grab a wipe for her face.

“Okay, then let’s do it. Getting all my stuff out is a huge step and I think it would help my anxiety to have it done quickly.”

“Then we’ll do it. Jeremy is for sure working? I assume so because he’s a teacher and it’s a Wednesday in mid-September, but just double check his school district calendar to make sure he doesn’t have a secret half day or day off.” Hyacinth pulls out her phone and googles the calendar for the North Allegheny School District, where Jeremy is a 6th grade teacher. 

“Yeah, according to this it is a regular school day. He will be out of the house from about 0700 to 1530, maybe 4 o’clock.”

“Perfect. That's the plan then - our garage is big enough to store anything you don’t want in the guest room. Which is yours for the foreseeable future. In fact, I am going to insist that you for a minimum of 3 months while you find your footing and navigate the divorce process.”

“I'm not gonna argue with you on that. Thank you.” Hyacinth says, reaching over to give Dana another hug. “Hopefully you’ll still be offering me all that storage space when you see how many books we’re going to have to move.”

“You have shown me pictures of those floor to ceiling bookshelves you love so much - I know what I’m getting myself into. Maybe I’ll finally pick up a book for fun. Who knows?” Dana replies, pulling back from the hug to look Hyacinth in the eyes. “I have your back. We will get you through this.” She pauses, but then asks “is that ectopic why you had to take last minute leave in August? I could tell you were holding something back but you really stuck to you story so I let it go.” She had taken time off of work with very little notice, telling her managers that she had a family emergency that would require her attention for a full two weeks. Technically she hadn't lied, it was a family emergency. Just little more immediate family than she had let on in her very vague email.

“Yeah. Jeremy’s sister didn't have to have emergency surgery. I did. The ectopic ruptured and I had my right fallopian tube removed.” Hyacinth looks away from Dana’s sympathetic gaze, not wanting to cry again. She was feeling bad for not telling her, but knew Dana would support her anyway. “Jeremy didn’t want me to tell anyone, told me that it was my fault and that everyone else would think so too. Objectively I know that isn't true, but I was so scared and just wanted his support so I went with it. I’ve never been on good terms with my parents and this situation has made it even worse, I just wanted to feel like someone was in my corner. It felt important that he support me when even my own mom wouldn't.” Dana reaches out and places her hand on Hyacinth’s cheek and says,

“Cinth. Honey. If nothing else, I am in your corner. Always. I’m sorry you had to deal with that by yourself. Are you okay now? Recovering from surgery okay?”

“Yeah, my recovery has been relatively smooth. Other than being stuck at home for 2 weeks and being a little scared of Jeremy the whole time I haven't had any issues. I haven’t had a period since though, and I’m sure the first one will be rough. It was awful after my first ectopic in March, and that one didn't require emergency surgery so I can only assume this one will be worse. But I will cross that bridge when I come to it.” Dana pulls her in for another hug.

“I will support you through that too. Your room has a giant bathtub and there is no shortage of bath oils and bubble bath. I have multiple heating pads and more chocolate than I probably should, and I’ll send Benji out for anything else you want. Plus, I can always bribe a doc into writing you a prescription for zofran if the nausea gets too bad!” She says, laughing.

“I have been pocketing every oral zofran that patients have refused for years. I’ve got lots!” They both dissolve into laughter at this, and Hyacinth feels herself starting to walk back from the metaphorical cliff edge. That is - until Dana says,

“Our break is almost up. Why don’t we go in now, corner Abbot, come up with a game plan, and then dive back into the wonderful distraction that is working in an emergency room?”

Hyacinth replies “Sounds perfect and also terrible. Let’s do it.” As they walk back into the ER, she can't help but feel like she is catapulting herself right off that cliff. 

Abbot is not hard to find as Dana and Hyacinth walk back onto the floor. Hyacinth, feeling nervous, lets Dana take the lead.

“Jack!” She shouts, making the doctor turn his head. Dana generally calls him Abbot while on the clock, so using his first name certainly gets his attention. “Can we borrow you for a second?” She asks while directing Hyacinth into the empty family room. Jack quickly follows and shuts the door behind himself. He stands against the closed door and asks,

“What’s the matter? A patient?”

“Ah, no, not exactly.” Dana replies, looking at Hyacinth.

Deciding to just get it over with, she quickly says “I need to kind of… very emergently change my current living situation. Like ideally before 4pm. I hear you have a truck?” Hyacinth says, finally turning to look at Abbot. He seems to startle a bit before catching himself and saying,

“You heard correctly. I do in fact have a truck.” Abbot replies, giving her a long look before asking “Are you okay? Has someone at home been hurting you?”

“Not physically.” Hyacinth says.

“So if I asked the triage safety questions, what would your answer be? Do you feel safe at home? Is anyone trying to hurt you?”

“Jack - seriously?” Dana interrupts.

“No, Dana. It’s fine. We ask literally all our patients that, I can answer them too. No, doctor Abbot, I do not feel safe at home.” Hyacinth says, no longer able to look either of them in the eyes and instead focusing on the vague landscape painting on the wall near Abbot’s head.

“Alright then. We will get you out today. I will have to tell Samira that I am rescheduling our breakfast date and she’ll more than likely want to come help, are you okay with that?” Abbot asks.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. Samira and I get along well whenever she picks up her occasional night shift.” Hyacinth says, thankful that Dr Abbot didn’t press her for more information and immediately offering to help.

“Alright then. Dana, please start a group text with all of us in it and send Hyacinth’s address. We will all meet there right after shift change and get you out.” He says, looking at Hyacinth who nods in affirmation. Abbot turns to leave, but before stepping out says “Thank you for speaking up. Taking the first step out of an abusive relationship is often the hardest part, and always the most dangerous. Thank you for trusting us with this.” Giving one last pointed look at Hyacinth, who is very near tears again, he leaves the room.

“Now that that’s settled, why don’t you go splash some cold water on your face and come out onto the floor when you’re ready. I’ll have a coffee with your name on it.” Dana says, guiding her out of the family room and directly towards the employee restroom.

Alone in the restroom, Hyacinth gives herself a generous 60 seconds to cry. Everything she knows is about to change, and nothing about the process was going to be easy. At least she has support. Dana and Jack both immediately offered to help, no questions asked. It felt good to have people be so unquestionably supportive - her parents could never. Hyacinth wasn't even sure she was going to tell them. She just wishes she could jump to the part where she is divorced, living in her own apartment, and never letting another man into her house unless she deems it okay. She's ready to be happy again, tired of feeling like she's dragging herself through life. Her allotted mental breakdown time comes to a close so she splashes some cold water on her face, pats it dry, and declares herself 'good enough' as she looks at her reflection. Stepping back out onto the floor, she puts her Nurse Hyacinth mask back on for a little while longer.

Before she knows it, it’s 0645 and Hyacinth is getting ready to flip her entire life upside down and inside out. She is doing her best to give Princess a quality report, but she knows her heart isn’t in it.

“Girl it’s okay - I know last night was busy. I can read. Go home, I’ve got it.” The other nurse says as Hyacinth tries and fails to make her brain produce simple sentences.

“Thanks Princess. I will go ahead and get out of here. Hope your day goes well!” Hyacinth says, gathering her emotional support water bottle and pens off her workstation. She sees Dana and walks over to her, feeling emotionally fragile and knowing she could use the company on the walk out to the car. Dana sees her coming and immediately pulls her into a hug. Jack watches this and walks over from the other side of the nurses station, giving Dana a subtle thumbs up to ask if everything is okay. She responds with a thumbs up of her own, but her face clearly has a different story to tell. Jack nods and turns to find Robby waiting for him.

“Everything okay?” Robby asks, eyeing Dana and Jack who are both very focused on Hyacinth.

“Yeah - we’ve got it handled. Let me sign out to you and you can take over.” Jack says, steering Robby away so Hyacinth could collect herself in relative private.

After a few moments Hyacinth pulls away from Dana, saying “Okay, let’s go. We need to start or I’m going to lose my nerve.” Dana nods, links their arms, and they walk out to their cars.

Robby

Robby had met Hyacinth in passing many times, and genuinely enjoyed his interactions with her. Always finding himself looking at her during shift change, but he chalked this up to the bright pink scrubs she always seemed to be wearing. She is clearly an incredible nurse as well and he respects her knowledge and hard work. Anytime he assumed a patient she had taken care of the charting was complete and efficient, all patient care done, vitals stable, and the room was spotless. In the 6 years she had been working in The Pitt (one as a nurse fellow, and now five on her own), he had only seen her leave work in tears once, right after her first code blue. Now, the witty, intelligent, capable woman who he was used to seeing was clearly struggling.

“What’s going on there?” Robby asks as he watches Dana walks out with the younger nurse, somehow managing to support Hyacinth while also being almost a foot shorter than her.

“Don’t worry too much about it. Dana’s got it pretty well in hand. Kid has made some hard but necessary choices and just needs a little extra support.” Jack says, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation without betraying Hyacinth’s trust.

“Alright, brother. If you say so.” Robby says, clearly not wanting to drop it but also realizing he won’t get anything more from Jack right now. “She’s a great nurse, It will be fun getting to work with her now that I’m switching to nights.” 

“Your first shift is next week, you ready? No inclinations for past-the-guard-rail roof trips?” Jack asks, knowing Robby has not worked nights regularly for over a decade now.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I’m excited for a change and to get to know the rest of the night shift crew, and fuck if I’m not thankful it will mean I see far less of Gloria.” Robby chuckles, knowing he will struggle with the transition but also ready to work within the freedom night shift offers. 

“Whatever you say, man. I am headed out. See you on the dark side!” Jack heads to leave, making sure to grab his backpack on his way out.

Robby watches him go, feeling like he was missing a lot of the story. Hyacinth was clearly very upset with whatever she was dealing with, and Robby knows it’s good for her to have Dana and Jack in her corner. He decides then that when he starts nights next week he will be sure to keep an eye on her, ready to offer his support as well should she ask him for it.

What else would a good coworker do?

[cheesybadgers]

I was only going to ramble about this in the tags of another post, but I think it's indicative of a wider issue in being a fic writer these days, so I needed to vent.

Something I've noticed across multiple fandoms/ships on AO3 and Tumblr is people leaving comments that in the process of complimenting the author of the fic in question, they also manage to backhandedly insult every other writer for that particular pairing/character.

These comments are usually along the lines of "No one else but you captures their dynamic properly", or "This is the only fic in the fandom that portrays them accurately like they are in canon", or "I've tried reading other fics for this pairing but they all felt off/wrong, unlike this one which is perfect/correct".

I don't think malice is intended to all other fic writers in the fandom when people say things like this and I assume it's more thoughtlessness and getting carried away in the moment, but personally, when I see these comments in relation to characters/ships I've previously written, my heart sinks and I doubt I'm the only writer to feel this way.

To put it into a slightly different context, if you walked into a room full of people and went up to someone to compliment their outfit, would you really express this, in full earshot of everyone, by saying "You're the only person in this room who knows how to dress properly", or "No one else here has any fashion sense apart from you"? I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest no, because it would be considered rude and bad social etiquette.

It's entirely possible to show your appreciation for someone, to compliment them, to support them, without passing judgement on anyone else at the same time. It doesn't need to be some sort of trade-off. In other words, it's obviously fine to have personal preferences and favourites, but you don't need to be critiquing other writers when commenting on a fic, or pitting writers against each other, in order to big up a writer you admire.

If I'm leaving a comment on someone's fic, it's because I want to engage with the author about that particular story they have chosen to tell. What everyone else may or may not be doing in the fandom doesn't really have any relevance, and I wouldn't feel comfortable if my readers started tearing down other writers in the comments section in order to praise my writing.

Writers' (very valid, it would appear) self doubts, fears and anxieties are allayed with the 'two cakes' principle, that none of it is a competition, that there's room for everyone, that readers will happily lap up multiple versions of the same ideas/tropes etc. But I'm not entirely convinced fandom is having an honest conversation with itself on these issues at this point because words and actions are often not matching up.

[ironworked]

I don't know if this was the reason for her not appearing on s2, but I've gathered some info on the rest:

"Fans online have pointed out Ifeachor’s recent involvement in a far-right Christian church that is famous for, among other things, performing exorcisms on homosexuals. In season one of The Pitt, her character’s storyline was almost entirely focused on being pro-abortion." [From PopCulture.com]

"the Barnet-based church is notoriously known for its pro-stance on conversion therapy and homophobic attitudes." [From GayTimes.com]

"The church’s senior pastor, Agu Irukwu, has previously attracted controversy for his comments on LGBT+ rights – having spoken out against same sex marriage and equality legislation." [From Standard.co.uk]

"Jesus House is, at its core, a fundamentalist institution, and promotes what many would consider to be extreme views on subjects such as sexuality and abortion. Presided over by Pastor Agu Irukwu (a passionate opponent of equal marriage), the organisation's website implies an equivalence between homosexuality and bestiality, and even features a dedicated anti-abortion page.

In a letter to The Telegraph from a few years ago, Pastor Agu Irukwu (Britain’s Most Inspirational Black Person 2011) says, of the Equalities Act: "The regulations force Christians in churches, businesses, charities and informal associations to accept and even promote the idea that homosexuality is equal to heterosexuality."

Citing Christianophobia, he and his fellow signatories go on to assert that marriage equality is contrary to “views and values which have been at the centre of protecting and promoting British families, schools and local communities for centuries”. " [and MORE, at Independent.co.uk]

Tracy was allegedly let go for being homophobic and anti-abortion. Apparently she wanted Collin's abortion story line changed and when the writers wouldn't change it, she got upset leading to the show not renewing her contract for season 2.

She's also allegedly apart of a pretty big anti-lgbtq church who supports "gay exorcisms".

We will still be posting/reblogging Heather Collins as a character, but we will not be posting/reblogging Tracy Ifeachor on this blog.

[canisalbus]

hey there!! i'd been checking this blog for a while, and I really wanted to say you're a great source of inspiration haha! I really love your dog characters and your lore! The amount of research and dedication is really amazing!! about ludovica's gf, do you mind if I come in with my vision as well? I think she'd be a really fluffy dog, maybe with curly hair. so my mind went to the portuguese water dog; but then i thought of two versions: long hair and short hair. so i drew both (tried my best to make her look like a lady and not a grandpa haha)

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[saturnniidae]

I think Astrid Hofferson has a bad case of the 'my childhood was wasted, I grew up too fast for something ultimately proven pointless.' Syndrome and that she deserves to get to do silly things she missed out on and take up new hobbies, even if she's not particularly good at them–it's purely for the experience yknow, and learn to finally breathe no longer needing to be on constant high alert and get to be truly happy

[crescenthistory]

hi my darlings 🤍 sorry for disappearing on you — a lot happened at once. often i turn to writing when life gets tough, but now i’ve just needed a breather.

i’ve just been hospitalised for a while because of my chronic illness and disability, which was hard, but at least i’m getting the help i need. i’m officially back on the streets! the downside is i’m now too ill to work and am scrambling to get some sort of financial support to pay my rent lols:,)

my lovely lovely dog and companion also passed away. she is one of the best things to have happened to me 🫂 i will miss her always.

i’m alright and will be back whenever i get my bearings — i just had to get off any and all social media for a while. i’m doing better and have thankfully been able to defer my exams, so i’ve only got to crank out some essays, which i can do from my bed 🙏

genuinely from the bottom of my heart, thank you to all the people who reached out! and to the people who kept interacting as if i was here<3 it truly means the world to be faced with persistent compassion like this, all my love goes out to you<33 take care of yourselves 🫶 big hugs xx

[liedownquisition]

I'd point out that one of these tropes is markedly more popular and, to be honest, I very rarely see stuff centering Roy's addiction in jayroy content unless its also being put next to Jason’s suicidal ideation. &, again, it's very pronounced as a whump concept when it is, which is just fandom being fandom.

Unless you're talking abt some tiktok shit and that one I don't consider my problem & think you should maybe just stop engaging with.

[supahstarrr]

"jentry did kit dirty!" oh no teenage girl reacts to a centuries old demon who attempted to prey and take advantage of her for her powers, reflecting the same demons traumatizing her for weeks when approaching her for the same intentions, by deciding to do a bit of manipulation because its harder for her to fully internalize that he is a complex individual that is different from the many other demons giving her hell & trauma by being capable of not wanting to do mind games or violence to her or feeling genuine emotion that isn't just a ploy to approach her for her powers, and decides to reject him because he invades her boundaries and is a reminder of the demons trying to traumatize her. oh no teenage girl reacting in an understandable and even valid way in context of the trauma she's going through is bad! most tired take of the week.

[itwoodbeprefect]

i was tagged by @star-pacifist (<3³), who is of course NOT the person who has been tagging me in other things but an entirely different tumblr user. don't worry about it.

rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

the word i was handed is DOGS! 🐶🐶

D

the first lines of an angsty bad buddy character study thing in second person, called The 5 Stages of Greed:

1. Denial He’s back. No – you’re back. But he’s back too: back in the bedroom right across from yours, back in the disapproving lines on your mother’s face, back in your thoughts, back in your life, back in that hidden soft little spot in your heart where he fits so well.

O

portion of a fic in reference to the canonical "cok long" neon sign on peaceful property:

“Oh, I don’t-” Kan tries. Pangpang merrily barrels on. “Like, for example it could turn into-” Sadly, the world will never know how Pangpang would have finished that sentence, because Kan’s hand closes firmly over her mouth, and she makes a surprised noise instead. It leaves Home with serious questions. “But how would you do that? What kind of sign would say vagina when it breaks?” Even allowing for some creative English spelling and grammar, that’s a pretty tall order. There’s some mumbled suggestion from Pangpang, but what she’s saying only becomes intelligible for a second, when she wrangles Kan’s hand away before Kan slings her other arm around her and covers her mouth again. “Pussy!” reverberates through the room.

G

from a starsky and hutch fic that's set just before the tag scene of the kira episode, in which they're putting their heads together to write a script on how to confront her:

“Good,” he says, distractedly. “Yeah,” Starsky adds, vaguely. “Uh huh.” “Right.”  “Okay.” “Nice.” Hutch is all out of noncommittal affirmatives, so he tries something else. “Huggy isn’t here right now.” There’s something connected to that, something it could lead to. He finds it after a moment of distraction caused by how full of anticipation Starsky looks. “We could practice, just in case.” There’s something that’s not quite hope in the quick twitch of the corner of Starsky’s mouth – something a step beyond it. Trust, maybe. “Hey, that’s a thought. You never know what might come up.”

S

from a fic which, if it ever gets finished, will be a single scene of pure silly fluff, written for the best tv series i've ever seen about a zoo penguin who gets turned into a human high schooler (the fic is tentatively called "How to break the ice if you love a penguin"):

“Sun is looking at penguins.” “I’m not.” He really isn’t. He’s looking at things penguins might like, which is entirely different. There’s only one penguin he wants to look at, and he’s not on the computer.

as a bonus, the topically relevant (assuming the topic is DOGS) current first words of a the heart killers fic that doesn't have an opening line yet:

“You’re the knife, I’m the fork. One’s no good without the other.” There’s a lot he could do with just a knife, but he’s not telling Style that. A fork can deliver a mean jab, too. “Maybe one day we’ll adopt a little spoon,” Style continues, dreamy. It’s hard to tell if he’s joking or serious, but that’s par for the course with him. “What’s a spoon?” Fadel asks, and then he hears himself, and makes the conscious decision not to worry about the kinds of words Style has him putting together. “Do you want a puppy or a child?” “I think both would be cute. They could play with each other. I could teach him about cars.” “The dog?” “You’re a dog.”

i'll pass on WORD as my word, and i'll send some no pressure invites to play: @redgoldblue @wereflamingo-in-thai-dramaland @actingcamplibrarian @luredin @spaceradars @girlonastring, and anyone else who writes anything, ever. doesn't have to be fic! could be original fiction. could be your thesis. could be your shopping list. go wild.

[deci-doodles]

Feel free to ignore if you weren’t here in 2019-early 2021

Revisiting some old designs now that I’m finally actually able to look at my old stuff/anything related to CH again (weird how it’s been four years since I left, honestly doesn’t feel that long, but then again I also quit after I graduated high school and am technically done with a bachelor’s degree already so…)

No this does not mean I have any intention of rejoining the fandom, it’s more like me trying to deal with the amount of emotions/memories I had to uncover and unpack recently (spoilers: it’s a lot)

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[dkniade]

Why is half of Ororon’s trailer edited like it’s a J-rock Vocaloid music video with the wild and flashy kaleidoscopic stained glass aesthetics...? (It’s a good look, I just don’t really associate Genshin with this type of thing.) In the first 16 seconds before in-game footage come in, feels like some typography would come in

Like, out of these six screenshots, three are from “Ororon: Elusive and Unfathomable Hues” released a month ago, three are from the MV of “vividest” by ANDRIVEBOiz ft. flower in 2015

(I mean, there’s probably other cultural significances I’m missing. Please feel free to add on if you know.)