#im a ghost to the nation

[ashofalltime]

witnessing the way @hikiclawd draws vic like............ ok i see it now.

[agentsinlove]

ethan and benji's relationship through the series // m:i 3-fallout

[dragonnarrative-writes]

im the anon who sent that gaz ask and omg kyle's interlude was so good!!!!! im just giggling thinking of kyle wondering how much does she know? did she catch on somehow? fuck I have to take her out quick before she finds out how many projects ive finished and the whole time miss new girl is like. wow this guy fucking sucks at his job i want him gone from my hospital >:(

mans thinks shes gonna file a case with a police and she just thinks he's incompetent as shit

I'm so tickled. That's exactly what's happening.

CW: discussions of death and dying, autopsies, medical neglect

There’s something going on on the cardiac floor that you just… can’t quite put your finger on.

This isn’t the first hospital you’ve worked at, but you’re also new to urban healthcare, so you don’t want to rock the boat by being paranoid. But traffic from the cardiac floor is… steady. You’ve read the papers, know the stats like the back of your hand. And the cardiac floor is perfectly in line with expected trends. Every. Month.

There are fluctuations, of course. Plus or minus three to seven lives is nothing remarkable in cardiology. Macabre, maybe, but true. But that’s unnatural. In the seven months you’ve worked here, you’ve seen waves elsewhere in the hospital. The plastics floor had a month with zero deaths followed by a month of a persistent infection sweeping through the otherwise reasonably healthy patients. Oncology has seen a steady decline in patients sent your way, thank goodness. Even emergency and intensive care aren’t as fixedly consistent as the cardiac floor.

When you wonder about it aloud to the director, Dr. Martins just shrugs. “We have a good team up there. Very good at keeping things clean and double and triple checking their work.”

“But if that’s the case, then the number of deaths should be going down,” you point out.

Dennis gives you a rueful smile. “That’s not always how human bodies work, unfortunately. You know that.”

You do know that. Which is why the consistency grates against your nerves. So you decide to do a little digging.

The name that comes up the most often in the chart notes is one Kyle Garrick.

That’s actually not 100% accurate. He’s charting exactly the way he’s supposed to. And no nurse has complete, individual access to patients 24/7. But every dying patient he has access to is… perfect. Their blood work, labs, vitals, prognosis, medication adherence and refusal is almost too-the-letter, textbook precise.

The most obvious answer is that Garrick, and probably a couple of other nurses on the floor, are fudging the numbers.

The idea is infuriating. You hate the way the administrators keep changing medical record systems just as much as the next person, but inaccurate charting is a safety issue. People can, have, and do die because someone writes down the wrong timing for medications or assumes that a patient’s vitals are unchanged. If anything, this is probably worse than that. The fact that everything is so pristine probably means that some patients are just being written off. The nurses might be deciding who gets the excellent care the hospital is known for and who gets neglected.

You stay three hours late investigating the next cardio patient that ends up in your morgue.

After examining the body and reading, rereading, and re-re-re-reading his chart, you find it. A stutter in the dosages of blood thinners, a slightly higher blood pressure reading from someone who isn’t nurse Kyle fucking Garrick. Just enough evidence to have you testing the body with an aspirometer almost too late. And there it is. A fatal air embolism.

You want to scream, but the dead man doesn’t deserve that.

Three weeks later, sipping from your water bottle, someone calls into the office. “Knock knock.”

Dennis practically lights up. “"Good morning, Kyle. Been a bit since you've come to see us. Care for some tea?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. Dr Martins hates unexpected visitors. Then you look over your shoulder, and you understand. Even old queens aren't immune to pretty privilege. The man that’s leaning in the doorway is gorgeous. Maybe its because you work with dead bodies all day, but his eyes and skin seem to glow, even under the fluorescents.

"Can't," the man says, apologetically. "Just dropping someone off."

"Well, at least let me introduce our new nurse!"

The fact that you’re wiping crumbs off of your mouth over a paper plate is the only reason no one sees your face fall when you hear him say, “Nice to meet you. Kyle Garrick.”

[p1nkcanoe]

where is his head?

[ aether x rain smut ]

something something, aether likes rain’s hands a little to much, yada yada yada…

warnings: 18+ please, public handjobs, hand kink, clothed sex

word count: 1586

Rain’s just holding his hand. It’s nice, and it’s warm, and Aether’s hand is slightly clammy, but it's good. He’s holding his hand because he wanted to–reached out and intertwined their hands on the bench that they share in the chapel. It’s a nice gesture that he appreciates. Copia’s message has been going on for a little too long and the feeling of Rain’s thumb rubbing along the back of his own is something else to focus on while he drones on for another hour about something neither of them really care about. It’s such a simple gesture… So why is Aether getting all worked up over it? 

It started when Rain reached between them and laid his hand over the top of his own, covering him in gentle warmth and offering him a moment of companionship. Then he’d carefully pried his fingers from the edge of the wood, rolling his hand so it faced the sky and pressing their palms together. Their fingers had lined up as they wordlessly compared the size and the shape of their hands. Rain’s always had longer, more slender fingers compared to Aether’s strong hands. But his own palms are wider, rougher. They know each other’s hands by memory–each line and mark and print–but there’s something so intriguing about how different they are compared to each other. Rain’s hands are pale blue, almost transparent at the thinnest areas of his flesh stretched taut over bone, and slightly webbed in between each digit. Aether’s skin is deep violet and ashy gray, spattered with freckles that form complex constellations across his arms. If they weren’t supposed to be paying attention Rain would trace them all the way up to his cheeks like an artist studying his muse. Perhaps he’d explore even further up to where they disappear into his hairline. Instead, he fits his slender fingers into the gaps between Aether’s and the quintessence ghoul gets caught up in the way that his tendons flex and shift as he intertwines their hands to become one. He gets so distracted by it that he almost forgets that it takes two to properly hold hands. He closes his fingers over the top of bony knuckles. Rain squeezes at him lightly and turns his head back forwards towards where Copia is speaking. Aether never looks away. 

They’re just hands. Nice ones, yes, but they’re hands. There’s no reason why Aether should be chubbing up behind his zipper over them but he is. The realization turns his cheeks hot and he prays to Lucifer that Rain is actually paying attention and won’t notice. Oh that would be mortifying–if Rain found out that the sight and the feeling of a simple hand hold alone was enough to make him hard. What the fuck is wrong with him? He swallows so hard his throat clicks. Rain continues to rub absentmindedly at his skin and Aether forces his gaze away from where blue and violet meet. Gentle. Innocent. Oblivious. 

His pants are starting to get tight… This isn’t good. 

The quintessence ghoul does his best to mask his scent, stay composed and undetected, but he slips when Rain starts to roll his metacarpals, pressing with the pads of his fingers against his knuckles, and it makes his stomach twist. It’s only for a split second but the air gets tinged, sweet and syrupy, and Aether thinks it goes unnoticed… Until Rain’s ministrations come to a halt and suddenly he feels like his ears are filled with cotton. He watches from the corner of his eye as Rain looks down towards their hands, then at his lap, and finally at his face. He can’t look at him, not now, but he knows there’s the faintest trace of a smirk upon his lips. He knows. He’s been caught. 

Aether feels like he’s been simultaneously doused in frigid water and tossed into a fiery pit of lava. His skin burns with red hot shame and begins to itch when Rain starts rubbing at his skin again and giving him little squeezes as if to remind him that he’s still there. And for a while, it’s just that. Aether thinks he might be allowing him a moment to collect himself. He tries to not focus on the feeling of his hands, definitely doesn’t look at them or think about how pretty his skin looks pulled thin over his knuckles, and wills his erection to go down. He breathes slowly, in and out through his nose, and wills his blood to flow somewhere else, glues his eyes to Copia’s lips and listens to the jumble of words coming out of his mouth. He isn’t sure if the pressure against his zipper ever actually gets better, but at least it doesn’t seem to be getting worse. 

When Rain ultimately decides to pull his hand away Aether thinks he’s made it into the clear. Though he does mourn the weight of his hand in his own. He pulls his hand back into his lap, clasps his hands in a loose hold and settles back into the back of the pew to relieve some of the pressure against his crotch–and Rain plants his hand onto his thigh. 

He can’t help the way his neck snaps downwards and sure enough Rain’s pretty hand is high on his thigh, rubbing mindlessly at the inner seam of his denim with his index and middle finger. He’s dangerously close to where his cock is trapped. He could touch it if he wanted to with ease; he’s teasing. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Aether’s mouth goes dry. He casts his eyes back up to Rain’s and finds that he’s focused in on Copia– acting as if he wasn’t touching him at all. This is a risky game he’s playing. They’re surrounded by their entire pack, albeit spread far and throughout the rows of pews, but surrounded nonetheless. Dewdrop shares the bench with them about fifteen feet down. He’s hunkered against the end, his head resting tediously in his palm where his elbow is propped against the thin wooden arm. His tail is curled up under the front of his shirt. Asleep. Aether has no idea how long it's been since he closed his eyes but the slight slack in his jaw tells him it's been a while.

If he wasn’t fully hard before, he is now. 

Rain leans forward slightly to peer over Aether down at the sleeping ghoul, and when he sits back with a quiet hum his hand shifts to rest directly over the head of his cock. He’s too wound to care anymore. 

He really tries to listen to Copia’s message when Rain begins to stroke him through his pants. He keeps his head up and facing forward as his breathing gets heavier and he’s letting out breathy puffs through his nose with every press. The fabric is rough against his skin, even with his boxers, but it adds an element of pleasure to the way Rain rubs his thumb against the bottom of his head on the top of every slide. He starts with his fingers, feeling him and mapping out his shaft with his fingertips, then moves on to palming him with a heavy pressure that has Aether groaning through gritted teeth. He’s suddenly very glad that all of the ghouls are so widely spread. 

He can’t help himself; he looks. 

He looks and is flooded with mental images of Rain’s gorgeous hands, long fingers, soft palms, wrapped around his cock like he’s done so many times in the past. He remembers how it feels when Rain runs the tip of a claw right over the slit, makes him shiver, and remembers how his balls sit nice and heavy in his palm. He imagines how pretty his fingers would look, flexing and gripping him while properly jerking him off in the privacy of their own rooms… He’s beautiful even when he’s working him over through thick denim, pressing and rubbing and sliding his masterful fingers over the outline of a shape that he’s memorized time and time again. 

Aether unclasps his hands and lays them against the edge of the bench when the coil in his belly starts to tighten. He wraps his fingers around the wooden edge, spreads his legs a little wider and never tears his eyes away from his lap. When Rain pays special attention to the sensitive tip he knows he won’t last much longer. A strained moan escapes past his lips that he quickly covers with a cough. Swiss side eyes him from a couple rows up. Rain lets out a chuckle. He speeds up, puts his wrist into it, slides his palm hard and heavy over the shaft one last time and Aether braces himself against the bench as he cums. His leg shakes. His bottom lip is sucked tight between his teeth until it stings. His orgasm rushes through him violently in waves and Rain works him through the entire thing until he’s slumped practically boneless against the wood. He doesn’t think he’s ever struggled so much to stay quiet in his existence. 

And when it’s all over and there’s a dark spot soaking into the fabric of his pants, Rain pulls his hand away just to place it over his own again. He taps on the back of his hand, pries it from its hold on the edge, and intertwines their fingers like nothing ever happened. 

Rain and his stupid, gorgeous hands will be the death of him.

[ninesposting]

Unpopular Ghost opinion I love Meliora so much I literally own the deluxe version as a CD but I can’t stand Mummy Dust

[cyanide-cryptid]

ghost gets a call to find out y/n is dead cuz Brittney said " eyes closed hand off the wheel" while she was driivng

[updatingranboo]

(sorry for how long this is, I swear I tried to keep it short pfft)

Hi Day! I didn’t really know where to ask this, sorry in advance if this is the wrong place or something completely out of your wheelhouse. I know you have your ‘RanbooStartingSoon’ YT channel where you upload starting soons and on occasion vods that are missing from the official vods channel (like the missing LA vod, tysm for that btw !!) so you seemed like the best person that I could ask about this; 

Yesterday I was looking for a couple vods of Lethal Company from November, because I missed seeing them at the time and had never gotten around to seeing them- I wasn’t in a rush because I thought “well they’ll be on the vods channel!” but looking through I realized they’re totally missing from there, along with quite a few other vods from November- they’re still on twitch right now, but won’t be much longer.

The missing vods as far as I can tell are: the Thief Simulator 2 vod (which I think will be gone off of twitch tomorrow, Jan 19th if I’m not mistaken) the LC vods “THIS COMPANY SURE ISN’T NON LETHAL!”, “the lethalist of companies, the best of people”, and “2 years of having EYES (LETHAL COMPANY WITH HUGE LOBBY LATER!)”, along with the VR Kayaking vod, the “planning the project fundraiser subathon” vod, and the “absolutely massive announcements” vod. The vods from after the subathon are also missing, but I’m assuming (hoping) that those will be uploaded to the official vods channel soon, although the oldest of them is already 23 days old so I don’t know. 

There's other vods from before these missing, like the RGBtrio PayDay stream and Streamer's Court, but those aren't on twitch anymore so I'm assuming those are just lost sadly.

Basically, I was wondering if you’d consider uploading the missing vods at all? I imagine you probably never planned to upload that many vods, so I completely understand if it’s too much of a hassle and you can’t/don’t want to. And again, my apologies if this just isn’t in your wheelhouse, so sorry if I was a bother. 

Regardless, thank you for your time and thank you for all the updates you do! Hope you have a lovely timezone <3

hi there!! yeah I’m very painfully aware of how far backed up the vods channel is, it causes me stress daily LMAO. there’s already vods that have fallen off twitch that haven’t been uploaded, but I’ve been assured by the twitch vods manager they’ve been saved so i have to trust.

i try not to upload anything that is definitely going to be uploaded to the vods channel, because i don’t like taking away from the traffic to official channels, and i also am working with the tiniest hard drive known to man and just. don’t have the space to download full streams most of the time :(

i do have plans to upload both of the alt streams just because I’m paranoid but believe me, I’m just as stressed and i hope that when ranboo gets back from their break the channel picks up again because we are over 2 months behind now and i Don’t Like That as the resident media preservation freak

but thank you for reaching out, maybe I’ll change my mind if I can figure something out, but for now I’m just praying that the vods channel manager knows what they’re doing 😭

[bayofwolves]

not the hotd s2 finale getting leaked omg?

[chevaliermalfets]

The Fugitive (1993) // Mission Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015)

[orcelito]

Thinking about the trigger tags I'm going to be including on the dad vash au fic like. Hm.

[phagodyke]

for such a supposedly major fan of the national I sure mishear a lot of their lyrics 💀

[lamphous]

the saddest thing is that one of the most cronenberg-able episodes of house (97 seconds the episode that you are....) will never in fact be cronenberged

but will someone write me a fic acknowledging the weird triangle of amber and wilson meeting as she breaks in from the balcony (house thing) and then amber doing chest compressions for over a minute to keep house alive. while wilson does his substitute husband shtick.

[kelimeter]

Ghost referance....

[dandelion-idk]

I cant believe that all the people that started the cuttletavio parenting au with the gramps caring for half octo half inkling Callie and Marie are gone and everyone is ok with that. it is one of the best aus we need to bring it back

[nri-prioritise-your-voice]

,

happy anniversary to the day that I stopped feeling safe in leftist spaces, the day that I started getting nervous to go to shul, the day that I no longer knew if my israeli friends would live to see tomorrow, the day that the world turned on me and my people

[abstractkind]

having only just started watching mcyt like a week ago and suddenly having context for names and posts on tumblr is a trip