#local surgeon

[poppy-purpura]

My fella. After infection of rot, Surgeon has food pipes for her cancer (blue). They disappear over time, unlike regular food pipes. If Surgeon goes into hibernation with incomplete cancer satiety, then the rot will pull out the body of the slug during hibernation in order to pull out some hidden sleeping creature from their holes.

This is one of mutation of her before rot incident

[jojococomo]

[Before Law can get a word in edgewise explaining how he would rather not. Luffy's gone in a whirlwind. Or a typhoon. Any natural disaster that left the land devastated in its wake. Law is left standing in the middle of the cafe, clutching his phone as the door slams shut behind Luffy, the bell ringing his exit. 

Law slumps into his stool, suddenly exhausted. 

“Sorry about him.” Nami says sliding into the seat that Luffy just vacated, “He’s like that. Once he takes a shine to you, that’s it. He’s all in. He has no care about whether you want to be his friend or not.”

“We’re not friends.” Law mutters. Nojiko snorts into the mug she’s drying, “I barely know him.”

“I’ve been friends with him for years and I barely know him.” Nami responds with a shrug, “That’s just Luffy. Count your blessings that he likes you. People he doesn’t like usually get punched in the face.”]

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I should be working, but today brain bad. Here's a peek into my LawLu hospital AU that is never going to see the light of day because i'm a BAD person who can't finish things.

[sergle]

also saying once again bc occasionally I do get an ask that's anon so I can't answer it: I'm happy to link my surgeon's practice to you, but I'm not going to post about it publicly for the obvious reasons. you can message off anon or in dms and I'll reply! since I had a good experience I totally get ppl asking, but also, remember that I paid like 23k for my operation, that's not the Standard Pricing, and the guy's practice is in Texas. so it's very much worth it to look around for a lower quote first, and to look closer to home before making the decision to travel! (unless you're local ofc)

[oozeandgoo-art]

speculative interface mods, go go go

[noxcaelestia]

Some updates

Though my iron and stuff is fine, I’m still anemic. So that means the treatment fixed the iron deficiency but not the other kind. But it’s “fine” because “it’s stable” as one of my doctors put it. It is true that I’m riddled with multiple but rather mild otherwise autoimmune disorders so that may be the cause all along.

Don’t know what else to say but I’m feeling kinda betrayed in a way. Only about half (or less) of my problems got addressed finally and I’m still rather tired despite it all.

I’ll see what happens next month as far as my art is concerned after this accursed heatwave… (But if I have to keep waiting my energy levels may be back to square one in the meantime unfortunately)

[llycaons]

the local recovery surgeon is the sweetest guy ever and he is going OFF on the program for being shitty to its staff. nobody is here to lecture we're all just nodding along

[darlingknave]

If we get four more years of trump hell because of some stupid fuckin protest vote

god

not again

Please, his last term very nearly killed me

[remyfire]

The button for the camera's self timer is visible in her hands but that's certainly not the main attraction. Her robe slips down her shoulders, curls brushing against bare skin. She had considered a corset but decided against it. Simply wearing a bra left a bare expanse of torso and stomach before her petticoat fluffs around her hips. She's a little embarrassed, she admits in the accompanying letter. She hasn't lost all the baby weight, her stomach and hips a little more filled out than before. But none of that hesitance shines in her eyes, painted and low-lidded, thick lashes nearly kissing her cheeks. "For my BJ" she had written on the back, along with the date and a heart. Her letter, however, had given him permission to show it off to a particularly close companion, if he so desired.

When he opens the envelope, the perfume wafting from within should've been a warning. But BJ's received so many letters from Peg with so many different subjects—cookie crumbs from Erin, a note with 29 kiss marks on his birthday, a little handprint ornament for a Christmas tree—that he isn't thinking right off what he's going to find inside.

He sees the folded stationary first and is already smiling when he opens it, not checking what falls into his lap. But after skimming just a few lines, his expression shifts, grin dropping away, and he scoops up the photo and feels the breath be snatched right from his lungs.

Two tides collide at once, one hot and one cool. He practically blisters all over from the rush of his desire, but the sheen of tears comes just as fast. BJ's as hot-blooded as most men, even after over a decade by this woman's side, but he's blunted his physical ache for her as best he can while he's here. He'd forgotten exactly how overwhelming it can be to feel the full rush of his lust and love without any preparation.

Oh, Peg. He sucks in a shaky breath, then lets it out good and slow. He acknowledges the ache. He makes friends with it, curls it tight to his chest, and lets it nest in his ribs wrapped around his heart. It lets him return. Lets him embrace the heady heat. Others might say he's compartmentalizing...but what do they know, anyway?

"Everything all right at home, Beej?" Hawk's voice breaks through the 6,000 miles of distance between himself in Korea and BJ hovering over a little house in Mill Valley. He brings him back rather than letting him get lost in a cloud, just like he always does.

BJ nods. "Yeah. Yeah, no, it's great."

There's a pause as though Hawkeye's assessing his tone to determine if it's a truth or a lie. It's a fair cop. If a man teared up when he opened a letter from his wife, it didn't exactly bode fantastically well. There's also the words they don't often speak that've gummed up the ease of their past exchanges—Hawkeye is the man that BJ occasionally gets off with, the man who resists anything deeper than casual by his own admittance. Peg is the woman Beej will be going home to, and she's anything but casual.

BJ glances back at the letter, and there's one line that forces him to settle himself with another deep breath. He's familiar with her language—"your particular companion"—just like he'll often write to her and ask about "your favorite friend." But this is the first time she's made an overture quite like this.

He needs more time to parse through it. These are conversations with questions they can't have over a phone line, through a letter. There's censors. There's prying ears. There's danger inherent in every element of their relationship already, and he'd be a fool if he courted even more when Peg was living at home alone, the sole protector of their little girl.

But though there are questions, there's also curiosity, and at the back of it all a tremendous wave of molten lava.

It's the curiosity that makes BJ hold up the photo between two long fingers, its back to Hawkeye. "She sent me something."

"Oh yeah?" Hawk grins back. "No wonder you got choked up, you little family man."

BJ smiles back. He jerks his head toward his side of the tent, and like Hawk's a puppet on a string he comes straight to his feet and wanders over.

Whatever Hawk expects to see when he comes around the back of Beej's cot and leans forward, it's probably not this—not if the shuddery breath of air is anything to say. BJ doesn't move. He keeps his eyes on the photo, hungry as he might be to see Hawk's reaction. "That," Beej murmurs, "is the look that has cancelled a hundred dinner dates with our friends."

When Hawk doesn't say a word, BJ tips his head to the side and goes on, voice perfectly soft and measured. "It's the look she'd get sometimes before we'd even finished the appetizer. She'd peek over her glass of wine just like that, and I'd know it was time to make an excuse. Sometimes we wouldn't even make it home." He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and worries it down, his heart pounding so fast he's almost lightheaded. "That look is life in a bottle to me."

BJ finally glances up at Hawk, and the expression the other man wears is so stricken, he might as well have seen a ghost. He doesn't even blink as he gazes at the photo. If it wasn't for the fire in his gaze, he'd look afraid—or maybe he does, actually. Maybe it's there after all.

It's fascinating. This man saw a picture of Margaret Houlihan in a bikini and all but drooled his tongue out of his mouth. He's commented on any number of nurses without a shred of fear of a slap. But he's stock still now.

When the silence stretches out enough to be consciously long, Hawk stands up straight and clears his throat. "Well. Betty Grable's certainly got nothing on Peg Hunnicutt, does she?" He's making his way back around to his cot before the words are even fully out of him.

BJ watches him hard as he settles back down with his newspaper. He opens his mouth—are you gonna jerk off to my wife later tonight, Hawk?—then closes it before those forbidden thoughts can emerge.

There's a lot to ponder. In this tent, he and Hawk have traded a dozen fantasies on long, hard nights about other people, keeping that level of distance between them until the wall slips down and coaxes them in close. But this fantasy, Beej thinks, he'll keep close to his chest.

[poppy-purpura]

my scugs

I have story for Surgeon and for Slivka. Ma and its colony just exists im love and peace. Guide is my sona (mostly based on SPS)

[kazieka]

day after tomorrow my foots getting FIXED

[autisticlenaluthor]

i feel like the universe is playing one big practical joke on me

[shojoboy]

🦪 Boy w/the pearl earring 🦪

Happy TDOV!!

[juniperkinglet]

just started crying over how badly i want top surgery

[nicejewishgirl]

the bleeding started back up again despite thinking it stopped earlier today and I’m so disappointed rn.

I then proceeded to make 3 different variations of my post in my drafts lmao and there tangents that ignore the fact that this has to really ramp up in the middle of the A.M. and that I need to forget all 3 of those variations/reasons/whatever’s and go to the ER but life isn’t that easy!!!

anyways, before I do the same thing and make a 4 post that sidelines from the main issue at hand which is I finally thought today was the turning point + ending of a 9 day intestinal bleed but right after I made that determination, it went back to the way it was last week! ugh!!!!!!

I just need to sleep. ;( then I’ll tell you all about my come to Jesus ideas and how I want to live life going forward. it’s going to be in spite of this end stage capitalism.

I want to live and love my life and the recent events in palestine have made me thought long and hard about creating a larger network of people, particularly Jews, to dismantle the dangerous narratives that Israel has instilled and propagated (along w/ providing historical context & research, resources for refugees, etc.) over a century but that’s another damn post for another time bc I need to put my phone down. NOW!!!!

[iinsawdious]

guess whose fucking plans r ruined because of covid :thumbsup:

[inkmaze]

sorry maybe it's bc I lurked for a while before being able to pursue medical transition (and u know. did research), and have probably been online looking stuff up for a little under a decade now, but it's still surreal to me seeing ppl not be aware of some basic info about their hormones or surgery, and say things like "here's things they don't tell you about hrt!" then list extremely basic facts... trans medical literacy can be..... spotty. and it worries me!

it's medical, you need to be aware of these things and the info BEFORE you consent+agree to have it! let alone have it done? (<- this last bit is more time sensitive with surgery rather than hormones)