#mister malpractice

[bunnygirllover45]

If I don't instantly become him when I receive my doctor's degree I'm gonna be disappointed.

[kravicle]

i hope all of you that voted for thomas bilder in the poll are happy

[marc--chilton]

oh a suit with your picture? you're in trouuubleee :3c

[lululeighsworld]

what do u mean. during the sage story quest. the soul crystal. of the dead wife. is the one ive been using.

[basement-buddy]

JumboBug Daily Doodle #5 - Mini Mister Malpractice

[s-i-ll-y-w-i-ll-y]

Dr. Malpractice

Frederick Chilton x Reader

Summary: Dr. Frederick Chilton had always hated you and you hated him. Mutual feelings make the world go ‘round. During one visit to see Will Graham, those feelings change.

Tw: mention of murders, Frederick being a snarky bitch-

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Agent Crawford’s car came to a halt outside the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, the BSHCI for short. Three people emerged from the car; Dr. Alana Bloom, Special Agent Jack Crawford and Dr. Y/n L/n.

The building loomed over the three as they made their way up the steps, heading to the large dark doors ahead of them. Dr. Bloom was first to enter the building, holding the door open for the other two. The three of you signed in at the front desk and got your visitor passes before heading further into the hospital.

Your gaze shifted from picture to picture of all staff and administrators from when it opened to now, eyeing the picture of the most recent administrator, Dr. Frederick Chilton.

Alana chuckled and looked into your eyes, “Don’t start on him yet, that’s just a picture.” With that, you continued to walk with the duo, listening as they spoke about Will Graham- or the Chesapeake Ripper.

It didn’t matter to you, you were just here to annoy Chilton. You knew he dreaded it when you came here, “A waste of breath.” Is what he would say after every argument no matter what the subject was. Once it was how to spell ‘colour’-

Color

Colour.

You were firm on that answer.

Eventually, You, Agent Crawford and Dr. Bloom arrived outside Dr. Chilton’s office where he patiently stood waiting for you to arrive. A quick eye roll and a blunt smile told you his mood for today and it certainly wasn’t a good one. He ushered the three of you into his office, his cane tapping on the hard wooden floor as he wandered over to his desk, admiring his own awards and diplomas on the way.

God, he was vain.

But that goes without saying. A man who peacocked around with expensive suits, fancy cars and flaunted their own accomplishments was obviously, even slightly, narcissistic.

“So,” he began, a smug smirk planted on his face as he sat down. “May I ask why you’re here today, Agent Crawford?”

Agent Crawford gave a small smile as he folded his jacket over his arm. “We were hoping to speak with Will, if that’s alright with you.”

Chilton crossed his legs and hummed, as if in thought despite having made up his mind on what to say next. “I suppose so…although, could you do something for me?”

“Of course, what do you need done?”

“Will has been…less than compliant in his therapy. I was hoping you could fix that.”

“You just want him to open up for another book, don’t you?” You interjected, glaring at the man.

“Agent, unless I have his permission, I am not allowed to publish anything to do with him.” He smugly retorted, his hand perched on his cane.

You scowled at him, away to say something until Alana cut you off. She started to speak back and forth him, Jack joining in at times, but you stayed quiet. Silently seething as he had a smart response to everything. From time to time, you caught him glancing at you, his green eyes analysing you from head to toe. He looked as if he was trying to sum up your whole life in one train of thought.

“I guess you can go talk to him. Please do try to get him to open up, I’d love to explore his mind.”

“You’d love to exploit him…”

For that, you got a jab to the ribs with Alana’s elbow.

You could feel Dr. Chilton’s eyes bore a hole into the back of your skull.

“Agent L/N, would you like to stay behind? I would love some company and three people could overwhelm poor Mister Graham.”

“I’d rather wait in the car.”

“You’ll wait here, Agent.” Crawford stated, glaring at you. It took a moment before you nodded and agreed to stay in the office with Dr. Chilton. Alana shot you a look of sympathy before leaving with Agent Crawford.

As the door closed behind the two, you and Chilton stayed in silence. You refused to sit with him and even out your differences. Silence sat heavy in the atmosphere, clinging to each corner and crevice, making the air feel thicker.

Suddenly, he cleared his throat, making you look over to him. Your eyes darted over him, analysing him just as he did to you earlier. “What, Doctor?” You asked spitefully.

He paused, refusing to look away from your eyes before glancing down at his work. “Why must you insist on being a thorn in my side, Y/N?”

A dark scowl appeared on your face, “Agent Y/N.” You corrected.

He chuckled and stood up to walk around his large desk and head over to his bookshelf, tracing the tip of his fingers over it, coating them in a thin layer of dust. “Yes, yes, Agent Y/N L/N.”

“Why are you speaking like a Disney villain?”

Dr. Chilton scoffed and looked over his shoulder at you. “Excuse me?”

“You sound like a Disney villain.”

“I heard you, why? What makes you think that?”

You paused, letting your eyes clearly wander up and down him. “If I say, you’ll kick me out.”

“If I wanted to, I would have by now.”

You shrugged and stepped closer, looking at the books on the shelf. All were old literature, psychology, psychiatry, books on psychopaths and sociopaths. “Im surprised your books aren’t up here, Doctor.” You mumbled, earning a hearty chuckle from him.

“Im not so self obsessed.” His eyes glossed over to you who unaware of his staring.

Frederick knew he wouldn’t get along with you since the first conversation he had with you. Well, conversation is a loose term. It was more or less an argument. He was set on Abel Gideon being the Chesapeake Ripped whilst you and Dr. Bloom were adamant he wasn’t. In his mind, he made compelling argument as to why he was right, while you gave snide comments on how he was wrong.

After that, whenever he saw you walk up the steps to the Hospital from his cameras, he’d groan, maybe roll his eyes at a push. But he had to be civil. He dreaded hearing your voice from down the hall, slowly making its way to his office. He dreaded opening his office door and seeing you alongside whoever accompanied you.

But there was something so familiar about you. Maybe your clothes or your deodorant was the same as someone he used to know, maybe an old nanny or teacher, but it was comforting.

So, as the weeks turned into months and months into years, he grew more fond of you. Less with the argumentative side of things and more with that nostalgic feeling you brought with yourself.

Your head whipped over, catching his gaze. “Sure, sure…”

“I am not, Agent.” He snappily remarked, now pointing a finger at you. As you glared back at him, he retracted his finger and placed his hand on his cane, his fingers tapping rhythmically as a thick silence set between you.

Then he said something, something that shocked you and himself.

“Why do you hate me so..?” The somber whisper left his throat, his voice cracking slightly. His body shifted to face you, all his weight resting on his cane.

Your eyes widened slightly at his accusation-…

No.

His statement.

It was obvious to everyone that you didn’t like him. He was pompous and flaunted all he could have. Frederick descended from rich and was clearly used to people praising him for everything. But not you. You worked hard to get where you were today. He hadn’t.

“I hate you because you’re…well, you.” Your gaze met his, catching the pathetic and sorrowful look in his eyes. “You’re cocky, arrogant and not scared to flaunt what you have. You’re confident and you really shouldn’t be. You’re smart and you waste it on a stupid books and petty arguments.”

Dr. Chilton scoffed softly and stepped slightly closer, the warmth of his body radiating towards you. “Are you trying to flatter me or put me down?”

A small, sweet smile appeared on your face as you moved to face him. “Can’t it be both?”

Frederick chuckled and looked over your face, tracing every inch as if trying to memorise it. Something about your smile made him feel good. Something about it gave him the courage to lean in and kiss you.

~

Fanfics have not been great recently 😍😍

Anyways, hope you’ve enjoyed the fluffiness.

Saturday 7/9/2024

14:49

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[probably-a-human-being]

Amy Dallon is my eeby deeby. My blorbo. My silly rabbit. My adorable little hamster. My sopping wet kitty. My lovely mass of flesh. My pet amoeba. My husband. My sister from another mister. My beloved homunculus. My manifestation of mental illness. My extremely toxic girlfriend who I crossed the border to escape. My very own amygdala. My incestuous abomination. My cute little eyeball. My blood covered daughter. My amalgamation of all that is wrong with the world. My water bottle. My left shoe if it gained sentience. My adoptive mother. My hand crafted origami crane after its fifth panic attack. My right kidney. My homestuck troll oc. And personally, I think she should have committed even more medical malpractice ♥️

[archivalofsins]

I needed to hear from Mahiru yesterday, and the implications she's may be even a bit better now only makes me want to hear from her that much more.

DoctorBunny's translation

Shidou: Thank you for always being there through Shiina-kun's treatments. You're doing us a big favour. Both her and me. Even if something happened to me, it gives me some peace of mind if you're there.

Yuno keep shielding her from mister malpractice keep being a buffer. You're saving her life right now and,

"You don’t even know yet, and yet."

You've done more for this fandom than people take note of. Keep watching that guy who just,

"Can’t stay away."

I hope you're still overseeing him on his birthday this year. Last year he seemed to be alone with Mahiru on his birthday,

Rochisama's Translation

23/10/24 (Shidou’s Birthday)

Mahiru: You have a family right, Shidou-san……? How does it feel, being married, having kids……?

Shidou: ……yeah, it’s a wonderful thing. Children…… yeah. They really are hope for the future. When you have your own, suddenly it becomes fun growing old. Since as you grow older, you get to see them grow up.

Mahiru: Ah…… how lovely. It was always my dream to become a bride. Though maybe that seems a bit out-dated. I wish it could’ve come true……

Shidou: It isn’t too late. I’m going to make sure you live. So let’s get out of here, and you make your wish come true. ……you still have so much to live for.

If Yuno's presence is the only thing saving Shidou from himself and falling back into bad habits. Then yep its a great things she's been there for as Shidou said,

Thank you for always being there through Shiina-kun's treatments.

Honestly, at this point, everyone should be telling Yuno thank you. After this timeline, though, Mahiru fans should be praising the ground she walks on.

[puppywagzz]

Welcome !!

Under 18 LEAVE!!! IMMEDIATELY!!!

Hi, My name is Simon. I'm a therian, 18, black, transmasc, aroace, and unlabeled with no lean. I'm poly and taken (1 partner, 2 qpp), not looking for anyone :3. This blog is gonna contain some hard kinks (although they are the more tame one's I have mrehehehehe). I use a lot of xenogenders and neopronouns. I'm the bane of your average truscum skank.

More after cut;

I'm a switch with a heavy sub lean (switch in theory sub in practice) and I also tend to be submissive when topping as well. Depending on the kink I might lean towards domming (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠).

My DMS are open please don't hesitate to tell me how much you love my posts or flirt, just be warned I fold super easily :3c I'm also always open to asks, I will try to respond asap, but I'm a busy boy.

My DMS are also open for friends, I love making friends, I will make kms jokes and say slurs I can reclaim though, let me know if anything I say or do makes you uncomfortable.

DNI //

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extra notes;

when i comes to medical play i only post evil doctor medical malpractice stuff, so don't expect me fawning over sexy nurses or whatever

be honest do y'all think I'm a freak...

Some names you can refer to me as;

Sub: Slut, Pup, Puppy, Pet, Fag, anything is on the table really as long as it's not insulting weight (i.e cow, pig etc)

Dom: Mutt, Doctor (specifically for medical play), Mister

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#pup speakz: responding to asks

#pup barkz: PSA, vent, personal stuffz

Claimed anons: 🦈,

I WILL NEVER SEND NUDES STOP ASKING!!!!

[mediocrecrime]

local man (@mister-medical-malpractice) receives silent treatment for his transgressions

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Isn't this romantic, my little mouse? 

Dottore x (Fem/afab) reader

Do I really want to make this to satisfy my molding obsession for Dottore? 

Of course I am!

Gonna belt out the good stuff

Tw: 

Drug use, malpractices, perv, mind control, corruption (virginity), possible mind break, yandere, sloppy kisses, gangbang (ft. The clones), Dacryphilia. Fingering, experimenting, testing a new version of the kamera, face fucking, body worship, Dub-con/non-con, love marks, hair pulling, bondage (kinda)  porn no plot

You'll kinda get it, I made him into a kinky bastard. 

Pt 2 maybe? 

"Now, how does this one taste?" Dottore asked after letting you drink the strange purple liquid.

You coughed up a storm, He looked down at you, seeing the flushed pink look on your face.

"Sorry. Just feel a bit tipsy… " Replying to him, he only mumbled.

"I figured." Humming to himself while writing something on the clipboard. This just makes you feel anxious, looking around. There's not a lot of his clones as of late. 

"I'll be re-scheduling your appointment, try to come here on time by tomorrow, little mouse." Said the mad scientist, looking up at him from the chair. You weren't going to lie, but you're still a tad bit afraid of him. Being a foreigner in a strange land, Liyue being so far away.  Thankfully and somehow manage to have a contract with him, so you're obligated to help him with a few questionable experiments along with an agreement to not get you into any danger. Surprisingly he obliged.

"You wanted my help again, Doctor?" asked the cute little mouse that willingly walked into the lions' den.

"I don't see anyone else volunteering." He raised an eyebrow, making you sigh. 

"You'll be an essential help with my next experiments. I just found a new way to document my work. Those morons didn't even know that it's possible to get more than just pictures. " He chuckles to himself darkly. 

" Alright, alright mister looney. May I go now? " He just lazily waved his hand at you, pretending to not care.

Once you left the facility, he had one of his clones prepare the room. Oh, how he was closely observing you up close these past couple of months. It's a shame he couldn't just break the contract and just strap the poor little mouse on the table to have an intimate 'heart to heart' moment. (Literally and or figuratively speaking!)

He never felt this excited over a simple project. Oh it reminds him of his younger days in the Akademiya. The thrills, chills, THE EUPHORIA of discovery, pushing the very bounds of mortals just to satiate his lust for knowledge.

"Oh, my sweet little mouse. You'll get your slice of the cheese soon." 

Lol, you think I'd write erotica in a time like this? Get pranked

-P

You probably after all of that shit:

[cloudbattrolls]

Fear No More

This drabble is preceded by Grey Tidings.

Ullane’s gambit to survive was not needed after all. But now she faces a far greater threat than some slavering dogs.

Indrid shakes her head, pitying Halvir a bit, her feelings clear on her face.

"A shame." She says, and she means it.

Ullane is expressionless. If anything, she is only looking to where Xrumon disappeared again. Friday looks shocked, and worried, because she knows what this means.

Ullane pats her shoulder.

Indrid looks to Artair.

"Does the prosecution have any further questions or comments?" She asks politely.

"Aye," he replies, nodding. "The prosecution notes that while it appears we may have a confession... of sorts..." he glares at Halvir again. "As to th' exact cause of the crime, which would reduce th' penalty for medical malpractice..."

He turns, unfolding his arms and resting both of them on his desk, leaning forward. "The fact remains that the defense still bears responsibility for th' death of a blueblood. It is your job to keep your facilities safe and secure from incidents like these."

"Accordingly, we request, your Honorable Tyranny, your judgment on the charge of extreme negligence and lack of care. The penalty for this is not as severe, of course," he continues, glancing at Ullane. 

"But there must be some consequence for what has happened."

Indrid nods in agreement. "The defense understands and accepts these reduced penalties, if you would like to sentence now. Thank you, your honor."

Ullane nods as well. Friday just looks sad.

The judge nods, looking solemn in spite of his fearsome appearance. "Very well. Bailiff, escort mister Urtyop into custody pending further interrogation in this incident," he begins.

The yellowblood is led away, disappearing behind a side door near to the broken window, as another troll works to sweep up the glass on the floor.

"Now then," he leans forward, looking down on the defense. "On the charge of medical malpractice leading to the death of a noble, upon hearing the arguments and evidence put forth in this most extraordinary trial, this court finds the defense: Not guilty."

"On the charge of extreme negligence and lack of care, resulting in inadvertent harm due to outside malignance, this court finds the defense: Guilty."

"Your sentence will be handed down immediately," he bares his fangs for a moment, before settling back into his seat. 

"Your medical license will be stripped from you, and you will be prohibited from the profession for a period no less than five sweeps. 

Accordingly, you are no longer fit to hold your current position, but your clinic is free to employ a different administrator of its choosing. This court also orders the remaining staff at the clinic to close this breach in security in this nanotech before any more of it may be used in further patients."

He bangs his gavel on the stand, sounding as loud as a gunshot. "Court is adjourned. Defense has one week to vacate their position."

Indrid nods in understanding. Ullane does as well. Friday sighs deeply.

As the three women exit the room, Friday looks miserable again.

"I'm not...I'm not ready, Ullane."

"Not completely." She agrees. "But you've been trained. You'll have much support. I trust you, Friday." She says simply.

The other yellowblood sighs.

"Do you think Xrumon's all right?"

"He will be." says Ullane, in a voice that clearly states what will happen if the tealblood is not all right, as she goes to look for him. Friday follows, and Indrid leaves the pair of them.

The medic lightens, just barely, giving one of her slight smiles.

"Take heart, new administrator." She says gently, slightly teasing. "The beginning is always the hardest." She says. "You'll do better than me, I think."

Friday looks startled by that.

Ullane keeps smiling.

Just inside of the courtroom lobby, Xrumon is calmly waiting on a bench. He doesn't look any worse for wear, simply annoyed. 

"About god damn time you finished up in there," he complains, rolling his eyes. "How long does it take to figure out you're only mostly an ass?"

Ullane's smile only widens on seeing him. "A long time." She says solemnly, in what would seem a serious manner if her smile weren't so obvious. 

Her expression becomes sharper, more intent as she looks at her now-former employee and patient.

"You two go back to the clinic. I have to leave now."

Chimer Latrai shows up right on cue with her blueblood guard trailing her, sighing.

"Girl, I swear, you are the third biggest headache I've ever had. Let's get going before the mob shoots another bullet through the damn wall." She snorts.

"Better the window than anyone's head," Xrumon remarks, still shaking his head. "Still the same as they ever were."

He stands up, struggling only somewhat, and frowns at Ullane. "You 'have' to leave, huh? They take your license? That's the lesser penalty for medical negligence. What a pain in the ass."

Chimer nods. "Yeah, you should see the other guy, and by other guy I mean Halsy. I do not wanna be him right now."

Ullane looks grave. "Not about that. Need to leave the city before the grey mob figures out what I did."

Chimer, sighing. "I'll put it in one word: fucked. I'd want to slap her shit if I were them." Shakes her head.

"You've probably got one week. Maybe two," Xrumon remarks. "Got rid of a lot of your lead time when those arrests got brought up, because it's not gonna be hard to figure out how the police suddenly decided to be competent."

Chimer, nodding. "Yeah, they recruited the world's most fucking deranged mediculler with a whole ribcage to pick, wouldn't you know it, real darned coincidence that was."

He rubs his forehead with one hand. "At least they're not too big. You'll be safe... ish. As long as you get out of town for a long while. Just try not to piss off any more heavily armed gangs of pissed off hemorebels."

Friday giggles nervously. "Ullane, what did you..."

Ullane, quietly. "No time for that. It won't reflect back on you. The clinic's safe from the mob now."

Friday doesn't look very reassured by that, but she nods.

Ullane nods as well in response to Xrumon's words. 

"Chimer has a place for me." She assures him.

She sticks a hand out to shake his.

"Goodbye for now, Xrumon."

His hand, scarred and calloused as it is, grasped hers. "Goodbye, Ullane," he replies, giving her as firm a shake as he can get. "And good luck out there."

She smiles, just barely, as she lets go and walks away with Chimer.

"The same to you."

Friday watches Ullane go until she's gone, looking a little lost. Then she shakes her head and looks at Xrumon.

"I'm the clinic administrator now." She says with a sigh. The once-cheery surgeonhiliator is more subdued now, slim shoulders weighed down by her new responsibilities.

Ever since Ullane told her that Friday would take her place after she was sentenced, right after Calcit's death, she has known this would happen. Ullane has been training her.

It hasn’t made it any easier. 

"Let's go back, Xrumon. There's so much to do."

"What a shit way to get a promotion," he answers blandly, but shrugs. "Lead the way, new boss."

She snorts. "It's definitely not how I wanted it...but...at least I have you, and Yarrex, and Chimer...and the others."

Friday does lead the way, back to crown clinic.

Ullane's lusus is already gone from the place, picked up by Chimer before the trial. Her office has been cleared out. There is almost no trace the yellowblood was ever here.

Except one thing, put up in the employee break room. A typed note.

"To my former employees -

I have kept quiet about my investigations, and spoken little of my trial. This has been to protect you all from my enemies, who shouldn't trouble this place any longer.

I have left the city for a while. I don't know how long. But I am safe, though I cannot message or call anyone just yet.

Treat Friday with the same respect you treated me. Help her as best you can while the clinic transitions.

Above all, thank you all for the work you've done. It means everything to me, and more importantly, the patients you've cared for.

- Ullane Wistim"

Take heart. She’ll return some night. 

Ullane Wistim always has a plan.

THE END OF 

MORE TO LOSE 

[lovecatsys]

Headmate Introductions: Polina

Hiiii hello everyone! My name is Polina. I took it from Adam Polina because it just Called to me tbh. You can call me Pol or Poli, or just Polina whatever's fine :). she/her. I'm like mayyybe a little bit older than our body is, around 21 ish or so.

I'm like if a very effeminate gayboy was a girl. I'm both to be clear. Gender is fun! be silly forever. I'm verryy silly and hyper :) and I want to get closer to our mutuals and make friends!!

My tag is #polinaposting! I've only been here for a little while But so far I really want to get into X-Men stuff that's more specifically what I like and not what Lex likes. I'm really vibing with Mister Sinister so far. Don't believe in his beliefs but I do believe in the power of ridiculously campy villains. and Medical malpractice.

If anyone has recommendations for comics with campy, silly, or dark humor vibes, or queer coded villains, please let me know!!! I am VERY eager to read some stuff!

I just want to hang out and be silly forever tbh :)

[icharchivist]

i remember seeing a thread somewhere awhile back that was kinda like. "did Lucilius specifically program Belial to be this fiercely loyal to him and also sexually provocative because if so that's kind of unethical." and thinking about it given him acting like that so early this does seem to be the case and it is in fact kind of unethical even if it was potentially inadvertent (via Belial just getting all of Lucio's traits that are Undesirable)

RIGHT... and i mean it's Lucilius, the man doesn't care enough about other people, let alone tools, to worry about being ethical. Mister Scientific Malpractice.

But yeah, i feel like it's completely accidental and/or the result of really putting (consciously or not) all of Lucio's Undesirable traits into one being so he can really put all the desirable ones in Lucifer.

Still though the pervert part isn't really from Lucio himself, so at least before Lucifer's FE i really assumed it was this devotion with nowhere to go that eventually twisted into this purely sexual devotion. (like i said "can't have love? then i'll take sex"). But with it being here from the start, it seems like it's either a byproduct of isolating all of those Undesirable Lucio's traits, or perhaps really the influence of a memory of Shalem that Lucilius might have mixed up in the mix. Because like, Shalem is still Lucio's other half in a sense, and was heavily important to him as well, so considering Lucilius didn't have a clear idea of what the hell was going on in his mind, Shalem might have slipped in. (and hell, the ability to rebel from their master no matter how devoted they were to them, and ending up caring for someone else your master would consider unworthy even, is something that happened to Shalem AND how Lucifer ended up dealing with Lucilius.)

so while of course it's not certain how things happened and Lucio is the first person to look at to try to examine exactly what Lucilius was trying to process, i'd say Shalem is still worth taking into consideration in ways some memories of her might have wormed their way inside of Lucilius's head and well, needed to deal with those.

But yeah "that's kind of unethical" is kinda like all of Lucilius's scientific ethos, so like. are we surprised really. Imo it's more about, Lucilius realizing that now his unethical action was going to become HIS problem and that's the true tragedy for him.

.... deserved.

[punksarahreese]

Any moment spent with you is a moment in paradise

[siteforsoreyes]

Man I really fucking appreciate Goodtimeswithscar.

I'm a disabled healthcare worker who used to work for people who needed 24 hour hands on assistance. I've been deeply involved with the disability community for a long time, and a common story that almost all of us have is malpractice due to our illnesses not being taken seriously.

If you are friends with any person who has severe life long health problems, there's a high chance you would be gutted by what they told you if you asked them "what is your worst experience with a doctor?" (I'm speaking from extensive personal experience)

Scar has always been very outspoken about his disability and being a voice for the community, but there's a serious impact to see someone who's such a happy, positive figure speaking on their experiences with such a widespread issue without sugarcoating the reality of it at all.

It's a big deal for a creator with such a large platform to be talking about disability issues and it's a HUGE deal for someone with such a large platform to show one of the hardest, most dangerous, and most soul breaking aspects of living as a sick person and to share that openly and collectedly.

I'm making this because I want people to know that this isn't a one person thing. Scar's update video is a story that I've seen over and over and over again. It seems so crazy hearing him talk about his doctors ignoring a life threatening infection because "it looks fine" or the fact that it was caused by a doctor who couldn't properly insert a j tube, but these types of things happen to disabled people every day. It's horrifying and it needs to change but I think Scar sharing his experience with it is a huge step for raising awareness, and it means a lot to me.

I think we all owe Scar a big thank you for being such a positive and honest voice for the disability community. We appreciate you mister goodtimes