#hospital love story

[jam2dinihari]

#1 is from room 2/6: he's the only one.

she's Mrs. N with acute myeloid leukemia.

an expansion of immature "blast cells" in the peripheral blood and bone marrow resulting in ineffective erythropoiesis and bone marrow failure (Vakiti A, Mewawalla P., 2023).

the first time she came, she had a severe perpebral edema. the whole of her body was full with bruises behind the tattoos she made.

once you see her, you might think she used to be a very brave and strong independent woman before she was diagnosed with that terminal ill.

and she really was.

she raised a boy, an only child, all by herself.

a boy who also express a bravement, strength, and bit mischievous.

to be noted that they also lived near with a bus station on the edge of the town. they strongly have image as people with a though life.

if we refer to how people see this world generally, the woman might seem like a bad mother for what she did to her body and how she's been spending her life;

but look at what she made?

a boy, an only child who treat her very right. who never let her alone at the hospital, he didn't even go to school (cause he isn't adminitered to, I think).

he keep doing his best to treat her mother.

such a very angelic boy I ever met.

her ilness has a very poor prognosist.

but she never give up on it.

also her child.

they trust the doctors, they trust the nurses.

bu, tetep berjuang ya. ibu hebat udah menjalani kerasnya kehidupan sambil tetap membesarkan seorang anak seorang diri. sampai anak ibu jadi sebegitu sayangnya sama ibu.

dan, dik, makasih udah jagain ibu sebegitunya, udah rawat ibu siang-malam dan ngga pernah ngeluh, udah mau lakuin semua hal demi ibu. kamu anak baik. surga buat kamu, dik.

[daddytonysgirl17]

After nine months of waiting, it was finally time for Alexander to give birth to his and his husband Richard's first child. Richard was with his husband throughout the birth. He supported, comforted and encouraged Alexander through many hours of labor. Finally, with the help of a midwife and obstetrician, Richard was able to welcome the baby that Alexander delivered. They had a big, beautiful boy whom they named Riley.

[strrykais]

die with a smile

a short story

maybe it was false hope, or maybe it was the way her hair falls against her gown. a love story greater than romeo and juliet, or maybe just as tragic.

patient!hyunjin x patient-fem!reader

rating : (M) - mature, (A) - angst

genre : hyunjin is a little shit and you are basically trying to be his friend, slight enemies (his side) to lovers, hospital settings

warnings : sad..

notes : this story was 10000% influenced by lady gaga and bruno mars die with a smile.. it's on repeat. its written ... its kind of written in hyunjins pov

playlist : die with a smile - lady gaga and bruno mars | somewhere only we know - keane

status : completed

updates : n/a

taglist : closed

chapters :

1- week one 2- week two 3- week three 4- week four 5- week five

[respectthepetty]

The blues and yellows in The Time of Fever because the happiest times are when they are with each other.

THEY WERE HAPPIEST WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER!

Then we see them together again in Unintentional Love Story and one is completely dark and the other is still his source of happiness!

AND THIS IS WHERE WE LEAVE THEM!

Somebody slap me.

[bonobochick]

Spencer + Trina enjoying their first day in Paris. 🥰 🍾 🥂

General Hospital ep airing January 26, 2024

[ssruis]

Like. Idk how to articulate it but it’s so insane to me that people will with their full chest say “I’m a tsukasa fan I #gethim” and not gaf about saki or ever talk about her or read any of her events or even her card stories with tsukasa. Everything in Tsukasa’s life has been touched by saki. You could, if necessary, take tsukasa out of saki’s story (it would make it worse! But you could). But you cannot take Saki out of Tsukasa’s story. He lives and breathes love for his sister there is no one on earth he values or loves more she is the catalyst for his dreams and his motivation. Before he was anything at all he was a big brother. even in the present he defines his ultimate goal of stardom & how to act like a star by the bench marks of being a good big brother. Don’t even get me started on seeing ppl make tsukasa say an ill word abt saki… they fought in dollfes and he wanted to be taken out back and shot like a lame horse. he 100% was like “well I remember what you’re talking about but you’re upset so clearly I’m wrong” he loves! His sister!! So much!!!! If you like tsukasa you have to love saki those are the rules. His starter vocaloid is the Ideal Big Brother his sister’s favorite stuffed animal is a constant figure in his sekai. His fragment sekai is about being a good big brother.

[drlqra]

"Take care of those flowers, Wrong Number."

there ya go, cry yourself to sleep my babies-

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

Idea inspired by this art!

tags: sorcerer!Gojo Satoru x f!reader, au is kind of medieval, mentions of men grabbing reader out of home, burning at the stake, reader is mistaken as a witch but she is a prophetess, it’s giving castlevania x howls moving castle vibes, Satoru is a bit cocky but we love him (might do a pt 2?)

There’s a nice cottage outside the city, 15 minutes away by foot, you live in a home with your mother and brother (your father actually passed from a brutal cold three years ago, leaving you to tend to the home and seek work). It started off as a necessity, advising the horse racing, chicken fighting gamblers on what animal to place your bets on. your reply? intuition. that chicken has sturdy legs, that horse has agile movements. excuses that granted you money for the time being, for your gifts. an ability passed down by the women of your family though yours outweighed the abilities of your mother, so you remained unadvised. using your intuition to get by the day.

Word gets around that a young lady such as yourself is not married. 19, 20, 21, and now 22– you’re questioned behind your back by your neighbors at how you could possibly remain unmarried. It had been 6 months since men started disappearing in your route by your home, reportedly last seen by the lake not far from your home.

You had been labeled as an unmarried bloodsucking siren, a cursed demon who takes the bodies of young men, and although all that is false, it does not help your case that you’ve remained indoors most of your life and the fact that you’ve advised others in the world of gambling.

You were a sinner, sentenced by the court, but before that happened, a large storm broke 7 days before the fated event.

It was windy, dark, and rainy that your mother had frantically put everything away. “I’ll get the lights from the back shed!” you called, putting on a coat, a second for safe measures. the rain pours hard that it overcomes the splish splash sounds of your feet. When you’re walking towards the fence to the main road, and into the back of your home, you catch a man. wet, crouched, and seemingly pained from all the walking he did. the nearest town by foot was over an hour away, and waking in this weather surely meant he could catch a cold.

“I am sorry to burden you, miss...” the voice calls, head hooded from your eyes, “but is there any shelter I can rest for the night? I... I don’t have any-“

“It’s fine,” you speak, soft and understanding before you pull him gently by the arm, “come follow me,” and you lead him to your shed, making a bed of hay for him before you’ve taken your first coat and placed it over the hay for him to use as a blanket or mattress. the man behind you stands silent as you pull out to light a candle for him, turning to him, “it’s not much,” you say, “but you can stay here. It’s better than spending the night outside, right?” with not another word, you hand him the candle and grab the supplies you were originally here for. “stay here, I’ll be right back.” you direct softly, shortly before leaving the shed. at home, you take out a bowl and serve some leftover stew and some bread that you would have eaten in the morning, opting to give it to someone who could have needed it more than you.

“there’s some stew in here,” you say, handing the man a bowl and bread with your other hand. it’s at this moment you notice how unbelievably pale his hands are, almost like the statues outside the cathedrals. it almost leaves you speechless, and he notes. “Thank you, miss...?”

you give him your name without much thought. finishing your arrangements in the shed before you turn to him. “feel free to stay the night, or until the rain has settled. whatever will facilitate your journey, sir...?”

“Go-“ suddenly, he’s surprised that his bread has slipped past his fingers until you’re on your knees picking it up quicker than he can. It isn’t until you look up that your eyes meet his, a breathtakingly striking pair of azure eyes, bluer than any water or sky you’ve dreamed of, it leaves you silent. “Thank you,” he whispers softly, and the sound of his ragged voice reminds you where and what you’re doing. suddenly shy and remembering you’re a maiden, you’re quickly at your feet wishing him a Goodnight without another word, closing the door behind you.

He’s gone the next morning.

Several days pass and the talk of you around town grow more and more. you’ve asked your mother to keep your brother inside so as to protect him, but on the evening of the 7th day you’re harshly pulled from your home, leaving your mother with teary eyes as you’re feeling like the life out of you is being squeezed out with the way so many men manhandle you. pulling you, shoving you, shouting insults, you’re suddenly the main talk of the town as they expose you on the streets calling you horrible names: whore, slut, demon, murderer, and more. the names don’t cut as deep as the memory of being pulled away from your home.

“Burn the witch!” Cry out many, and you’re roughly shoved against a stake before rope is tied around your midsection, burning roughly against your soft skin it hurts. the town mayor gives a speech, then the priest calls your execution necessary for the good of humanity, blaming you for the deaths of over 12 men in a 6 month course. mother’s shout at you and men renounce your existence as worse than satan himself.

everyone wants you dead. and suddenly, the fire runs around you.

“God,” you call out, “please let these people see past their mistakes! you of all people know I didn’t do anything! please save my mother and brother from this fate! please spare their eyes from this shame, this torment they will carry- and please make my end as quick as possible so that I can look after them.” a long moment passes as your head is now dropped low, not long before you hear a chuckle.

“Well, that’s certainly not the type of monologue I’d expect from you.” calls a voice. he tilts your chin up to face him after your silence. you don’t know if you’re hallucinating, the fire is bound to burn you any second and your lungs burn. in front of you stands a man. tall, handsome, and pale. white hair and pink lips like the kind you’d see in paintings. and his eyes? they strike a familiarity you’ve seen before.

the man before you grins, and you can’t help but put your whole faith, even your idea of god on him as he looks at you with such admiration.

“So you’re the girl they call a witch, huh?”

amusement crosses his eyes. and yet again they are breathtaking, finer than any blue mosaic you’ve seen. possibly holier than any church you’ve stepped foot in.

“I’m not a witch, I... I’m a visionary,” you reply, trying not to grow dizzy from the fire around you. when you turn to look elsewhere, no one seems to acknowledge the man in front of you. were you hallucinating?

“So you’re another one of the freaks, huh?” He says, eyes laced with interest. “That’s why they have you here. even when you didn’t murder all those men.”

“I didn’t,” your coughing takes him by surprise and he remembers how sensitive humans can be, “I... I didn’t hurt anyone,”

“I believe you,” he says, lowly. “Tell you what. I’ll save you from this fire, and in return you can help me find out what on earth became of these men. put an end to this. deal?”

you nod, not remembering what happens moments later as the man wraps you in his arms, making you drown into a deep sleep before he kisses the crown of your head. the fire erupts and sparks behind you both as you both rise like shooting stats, terrifying the townspeople behind.

“From now on, you’ll live a life free of torment,” whispers the sorcerer, bringing you into the comfort of his cave.

[arealtrashact]

I watch a new episode of The Boys, I form an opinion, i tell my friends about it, i go to arealtrashact dot tumblr dot com to see what you think, repeat on Thursdays

This show jumping between being tolerable and devolving into a parody of itself is giving me whiplash but we endure.

We endure for this.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 40

In a modern world, Geralt has been chatting online with a man named "Dandelion" for about four weeks now. They finally worked up the mutual courage to go out for a date... I R L... (shocked gasps from the imaginary audience)

Only, Geralt has been sat alone at the restaurant they agreed upon for about an hour and a half now. All his messages to Dandelion have been ignored. He doesn't want to hope something bad happened to him, but he also doesn't want to hope the man is fine and just decided to blow off Geralt and their date. But then he finally gets a call from Dandelion. "Hi! Geralt! Geralt, Right? I hit the right number? Listen- Um- I locked my keys in the car. I know it sounds like an excuse but it isn't! And the car fixer men can't come until tomorrow, so I was just going to hire an uber, but I can't find my wallet, and I doubt I have the money for it, for see, my darling white wolf, I may have splurged all my money on quite a lovely bouquet to bring you- Um- It's on my kitchen table-" (the sounds of a man clambering and stumbling through his own apartment) "-And so i was going to do the very embarrassing act of asking you to pay for my uber, even though you were already generous enough to offer to pay for the entire meal, and so I decided I'd think on it and try and find my wallet again after my shower, but see then I fell in the shower, and I- Well, to be honest, I think I might have broken my arm, um- I think I need a raincheck? And can I borrow money for an uber to the hospital? I'll pay it back, I swear!" Long story short, Geralt's first date with this 'Dandelion' guy he's had a massive crush on for weeks, is driving him to the hospital and checking him in. The worst part of it all is that Jaskier (Dandelion's real name*) is so charming, that Geralt can't even be upset about the whole situation. *Geralt soon learns that "Julian" is Jaskier's 'real' real name, when he ends up helping Jaskier write out his medical forms, but this is all just semantics.

[caramellles]

"as time passed, we gradually began to feel that the worst was over. we still had to heal our physical and mental wounds, but we really started to come back to life."

[epiphainie]

i think one of the reasons this is us will always be one of my favorite shows is the structure of it. the storylines can range from utterly profound to too over the top as usual, it is a drama after all, but the non-linear structure and the pov shifts that recontextualize the characters and the relationship is one of my favorite formats to tell any story. i love when a past moment, or a string of past moments, are visited for the first time to be in conversation with what's currently going on in the story. i love when we change the povs from one main character to the other or sometimes even a bystander to drive the themes home. in a six season network drama they made some choices that doesn't fit with their past choices of course but still being able to pull off a story structure like this on nbc primetime is so wonderful. in ways it reminds me of stories that are of "higher-calibre" or more acclaimed, just the way it follows people in seemingly unstructured and disconnected ways only for it all to tie together at the end of every episode, every season, and the series overall.

[daddytonysgirl17]

Seventeen years old Matthew became pregnant with his ten year older boyfriend. When his boyfriend left him, he bravely decided to raise his child alone. Now he's on the maternity ward, struggling with contractions. Fortunately, his obstetrician is the 25 years old Carter, a very skilled and caring man. They're going to share this difficult but also very beautiful and intimate experience together. Who knows how they're going to feel about each other after the baby is born and Matthew's new life begins?

Gifted to my beautiful friend @honestlydelightfulhideout

[apotelesmaa]

> looking for a tenma siblings relationship study

> ask the op if the study is actually about the tenmas or just treating saki like an accessory to tsukasa

> they don’t understand

> pull out an illustrated diagram explaining the difference

> they laugh and say “it’s a good relationship study sir”

> click the post

> it’s treating saki like an accessory to tsukasa

[respectthepetty]

The finale of Only Boo gave me Kang in blue and Moo in yellow kissing under the pink = 💕love💕 lighting as boyfriends.

It gave more pink = 💕love💕 with the matching boyfriend bracelets.

Then it repeated the hits showing Kang in his blue and Moo in his yellow kissing for the first time.

It showed me both boys in their passionate red with Kang highlighted by the blue lighting and Moo supported by the yellow lighting.

And finally, it hit me with the Blinding Light of Love as the boys merged their colors together surrounded by green.

Regardless of the journey to get here, the people who put in the effort to give this Blue Boy and Yellow Yal their consistent color story each and every episode earned their paychecks.

Thank you

[bonobochick]

Trina & Spencer spending quality time together on New Year's Eve to welcome in 2024. Sprina will be headed to Paris as Trina was offered a position in a program and she wants Spencer to go with her. 💖 💋 🎆 🍾

General Hospital ep airing December 29, 2023