#old operating theatre

[valicelavidad]

my grandmother and all her neighbours in the retirement block are seeing mincemeat on tour because i mentioned a cool new musical about ww2 that specifically my nan (an amdram queen) would like and now a load of ex-navy guys are seeing the show with her oops

[droughtofapathy]

2024-2025 Broadway Season Ranked

It's that time of year again. I have seen every Tony-eligible Broadway show that opened this season, and this is how they rank up. Tell me all about the shows you saw this season and how you'd rank them. Do you agree wholeheartedly or are you about to send me anon hate for daring to besmirch [x] show? My inbox is wide open, and I'm prepared to die on every single hill presented. For detailed reviews of any given show, click below.

English (2, 3, 4) | Gypsy (2, 3)| The Roommate (2) | John Procter is the Villain

Real Women Have Curves | Eureka Day (2) | Yellow Face | Death Becomes Her (2) | Pirates! The Penzance Musical | Maybe Happy Ending | The Hills of California | Boop! | Cult of Love

Stephen Sondheim's Old Friends (2)| Good Night, and Good Luck | Smash | Home (2) | Buena Vista Social Club | Just in Time | JOB | Purpose | Oh, Mary!

All In | Dead Outlaw | Operation Mincemeat | Tammy Faye | McNeal | Our Town | Stranger Things | Redwood

Elf | The Picture of Dorian Gray

Othello | Swept Away | Floyd Collins | Once Upon a Mattress | A Wonderful World | The Last Five Years | Left on Tenth

Glengarry Glen Ross | Romeo + Juliet | Sunset Boulevard

[enjolala]

Tony awards nominations predictions

Only musicals and non-design awards! I really don't have the knowledge to speak of the plays but I wish everything could go to John Proctor is the Villain.

Best musical

Maybe Happy Ending

Operation Mincemeat

Dead Outlaw

Death Becomes Her

Buena Vista Social Club

Maybe Happy Ending is a lock for a win from me. It's a beautiful piece of theatre, it has a great story with coming back from almost closing basically just on the back of word of mouth AND it's an original musical - voters should love it. Super deserved, my fave this season. I also see them nominating Just in Time over Buena Vista Social Club.

Best revival

Sunset Boulevard

Gypsy

Floyd Collins

Pirates! The penzance musical

This is pretty much a two-horse race between Sunset and Gypsy, I think Sunset will edge it because Broadway voters looove a reimagined classic. Both deserve it, imo.

Best director

Michael Arden, Maybe Happy Ending

Jamie Lloyd, Sunset Boulevard

George C. Wolfe, Gypsy

David Cromer, Dead Outlaw

Robert Hastie, Operation Mincemeat.

(for a dollar name a woman). I think Jamie is taking it, though I see Michael having a good chance. Same reasons as above, the production is just so different from what we've seen in the past. Personally I'd give it to Michael (might be my mhe bias) but Jamie is a deserving winner too.

Best score

Maybe Happy Ending

Operation Mincemeat

Dead Outlaw

Death Becomes Her

Real Women Have Curves

I've seen people say it's not the strongest score year - I think all scores are just very subdued and in service of the story so none stand out immediately. Maybe Happy Ending should take as carry-over from the Best Musical tony, imo it is also the most deserving, original and unique - jazz and fireflies!!! what's not to love!!!!

Best book

Maybe Happy Ending

Operation Mincemeat

Dead Outlaw

Death Becomes Her

Buena Vista Social Club

I actually have no idea where this will go, I can see them giving this one to Operation Mincemeat as a 'we see you' award, but for me due to how beautiful and complex Maybe Happy Ending is it is my fave to win. Would be happy with any tho!

Lead actress

Nicole Scherzinger, Sunset Boulevard

Audra McDonald, Gypsy

Helen J. Shen, Maybe Happy Ending

Megan Hilty, Death Becomes Her

Jasmie Rogers, Boop!

Another of the two-horse races of the season. Personally I'd give it to Audra for the unique spin on the role, just vocally speaking, but Nicole deserves it too. Could literally go either way I just feel like they won't let Gypsy go without a win. ALSO nominate Helen or else,,, she is SO deserving and brings so much warmth and complexity to the robot, her voice is stunning and it would be a great push to her career... I see so many people snubbing her it makes me so sad.

Lead actor

Darren Criss, Maybe Happy Ending

Tom Francis, Sunset Boulevard

Andrew Durand, Dead Outlaw

Jonathan Groff, Just in Time

Jeremy Jordan, Floyd Collins

Last two-horse race of the season (omg And They're Off from A New Brain reference???), I think Tom takes it over Darren. Personally I'd be super happy with both, and I think Darren is doing a beautiful job. However, this would solidify Tom Francis as 'The Next Big Thing' which is where I see it going and I don't think the Tonys would pass up the opportunity of being the first American media awards to recognize him.

Supporting actress

Joy Woods, Gypsy

Bernadette Peters, Stephen Sondheim's Old Friends

Jinkx Monsoon, Pirates!

Justina Machado, Real Women Have Curves

Natalia Veneta, Buena Vista Social Club

This is such an OPEN category this season, I'm not even sure of my nominees. Could go so many different ways, I chose Natalia from the reviews that I've heard and because I think they may want to honor the show in some way and this seems like the one where they have the best shot. I'd be happy with any!

Supporting actor

Dez Duron, Maybe Happy Ending

Jak Malone, Operation Mincemeat

Danny Burstein, Gypsy

David Thaxton, Sunset Boulevard

Thom Sesna, Dead Outlaw

One of the locks of the season, anything other than Jak Malone walking away with a Tony is a crazy snub. He is FANTASTIC and Operation Mincemeat is such a great show. I am (as far as I read) the only person betting on a Dez Duron nomination, but he is the princess track of the season that score stands on his beautiful vocal chords and he should be honored for that.

That's it! Design awards are always so difficult without seeing every show so I've decided not to include them. This has been such a great season of theatre, I love Broadway we are so lucky to see such talented performers and creators.

What are your predictions? Do you agree with mine?

[critterofthenight]

so i'm gonna travel to london about a week from now with my friends, and planning what we'll see is kinda annoying bc they wanna visit 💂����‍♂️🎡🇬🇧🧙‍♂️👑london and i wanna visit 🌆🕯🪦🩸🔮london

[cosycryptid]

Modern AU where the party have a famous paranormal investigation and unsolved mysteries youtube channel. Steve is in the background of their first ghost hunting video because he wasn't going to let them go and stay overnight in an abandoned building without supervision. Their audience finds Steve's sarcastic comments and parental attitude towards the kids really compelling and most of the comments on that video are begging for him to become a regular in their on location videos. Before long, Steve is a reoccurring presence in their videos playing the skeptic/concerned parent role.

For example:

Dustin: I’ve connected the dots guys. This must be the work of a demon.

Steve: You didn’t connect shit. It's just an old creaky building.

Dustin: I’ve connected them.

—————————————

In an abandoned hospital.

Max: Hey this giant metal door has some kind of engraving on it.

Lucas: Oh cool, it looks like old graffiti.

Steve: Yeah that’s great, do you know what else it looks like? Rusty as shit. Now get back here and don’t touch anything because your parents are gonna be so pissed if they find out you had to get tetanus shots at 2am on a Saturday because I let you wander around an abandoned hospital with a bunch of shady ass camera men. No offense.

Camera man: None taken.

Mike (from the doorway): Guys! Will, El and Dustin found an operating theatre and there are a bunch of old scalpels and needles and stuff in there.

Max: Awesome, let’s go.

Steve: No! No! Let’s not go! Let’s stay as far away as possible from the room full of potential infections. Where are Dustin, El and Will? They didn’t go inside the room, did they?

Mike: See, I could answer that, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it.

—————————————

While exploring a ‘haunted’ hotel:

Mike: Hey look, all of Steve’s bitches are in this room.

El: There is nobody in there.

Mike: Exactly.

He turns to look directly into the camera with a sly grin and the others start laughing.

Steve: Yeah, yeah. You’ll be laughing when I drive home without you.

—————————————

At the same hotel.

Steve: Dustin. Your little light box thing is broken, it’s been flashing on and off for the past five minutes.

Dustin: Oh my God, Steve! That means it can sense a spirit. Why didn’t you say anything?! Did you not listen to my long and detailed explanation of how the equipment works?

Steve: I’m gonna be so honest with you. No, I didn’t.

—————————————

On their Mothman episode trip to point pleasant.

Steve, staring at the statue (we all know which one): Ok, but why is he kinda…

Lucas: Please stop talking.

Dustin: No sexualising the cryptids please, Steve.

Steve: If they didn’t want anyone to sexualise Mothman, then why would they give his statue such a defined ass and abs?

Max: I mean, he’s not wrong.

—————————————

Eventually, Steve gets peer pressured by the comments into starting his own channel. And since he still has no idea what he wants to do with his life, he decides to go ahead and do it.

At first his audience are super confused because his content is a hard pivot from the supernatural and unsolved mysteries content people are used to seeing him in. He mainly reacts to DIY haircare videos and gives tips on how to do what the people in the videos were trying to do properly without risking ending up bald.

He also makes wholesome baking videos, and has a side podcast with Robin, where they talk shit for 3 hours about anything they want - usually celebrities and assholes on the internet - as well as having a segment where Robin makes Steve watch a movie he's never seen and they review it. People who came from the paranormal channel still love his content because he’s funny and sassy and his videos are surprisingly helpful at times. He’s soon catching up to his friends in subscriber numbers.

Eddie and his band have a channel where they upload music videos, live performances and backstage/tour vlogs. They also make the occassional song covers where they take requests in the comments for metal versions of pop songs. Eddie also has a side channel where he runs D&D campaigns with other influencers (he hates that word).

One day he’s doing a Q&A and when someone asks which influencers he’d like to invite for his next campaign, he mentions Steve and says he’s been secretly watching his videos for a while and they’re kind of a guilty pleasure. He’s even tried some of Steve’s hair care tips because his hair was looking a bit frazzled under the heat of the lights on stage and it was getting in his way during performances. Now he swears by them because his hair has never looked or felt better.

Steve’s never seen any of Eddie’s videos but he starts watching them after that, he particularly likes the metal versions of pop songs because it makes the genre more accessible to him. Sometimes he makes joke song suggestions in the comments. Every single time, the song he suggested gets covered.

The boys are all insanely jealous of this new development because they’ve been fans of Eddie’s channels for years and have been bringing up references to some of his campaigns in their videos to try and get him to consider them for the next one, but so far have had no luck. Meanwhile, Steve, who doesn’t even know the first thing about D&D has his full attention. Steve was going to ask Eddie to consider asking them out of the kindness of his heart, but after they’ve given him a little too much attitude over it, he decides he’s gonna join the campaign instead just to spite them.

Cue Steve going from completely clueless to kind of a decent player and the two of them going from fascinated with each other to constantly flirting and appearing in each other’s videos.

[mapileonxputellas]

A Blast From The Past (Part 2)

Thank you for all the love on the first part. I hope you enjoy x

Part 1 can be found here.

TW: mentions of surgery, car accident

2.5k

Unknown Number: Meet me tomorrow at 7.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t expecting a message from her. What you wasn’t quite expecting was for it to come within mere hours of your meeting.

She didn’t need to put a location, the two of you had a place all those years ago, somewhere you hadn’t been since. You’d walked past it many times, the cute little bar where the two of you met sat on a little quiet street not too far from where you live. In fact you’d contemplated going in, no-where else in the city quite made your favourite drink like they did. But it was too much for you to handle, too many good memories tainted in sadness.

At least now you could close that door from your past, the two of you were ancient history and this would confirm that.

….

“Ale. Alleeee. ALEXIA!” Friday night had been family night for as long as Alexia could remember. Providing she didn’t have a game, it was spent with her mum and sister and tonight was no different. “ALEXIA!”

Her mother’s voice broke her out of her thoughts, “Sorry. What were you saying?” Tonight though was not like any other night, in just under 24 hours she would be meeting you again.

She couldn’t help herself having sent that text, for years afterwards she’d carried some mixture of anger, sadness, loneliness whenever she thought of you. That soon turned solely to longing and now, well it was something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“What’s the matter with you tonight? Your head is somewhere else.” Eli questioned her eldest daughter as they shared her famous pasta bake. “Is it training?”

“No mami, everything it fine.”

“Well is it the game tomorrow?” Eli pushed further.

“No, no. I’m just thinking.” The sigh that followed let everyone know that it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows in the footballer’s mind.

“That’s never a good thing.” Alba teased. “What’s going on?”

“Do you remember Y/N?”

Had Alexia not been so far in her own head she might have noticed the look shared between Eli and Alba, both their eyes portraying a hint of panic at that name being brought up. “That girl you were with for a few months?” Eli tried to mask any sort of memory she had.

“Yeah, I saw her today.”

“Where?”

“She’s a surgeon now, she’s part of the team working on Kika. I went to a meeting with them and she was there.” Alexia explained.

“Wow, she always took me for quite a free person. I never thought she’d stay in Barcelona.”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen her before today and that was the team that worked on my ACL. Maybe she hasn’t been here.”

“Good for her.” Eli told her daughter. “Young love is a funny thing, 13 years you’re probably two very different people now.”

“Yeah.” Alexia had always been close to her family about everything but for some reason she felt like keeping this private – plus at the moment she was true. They were very different people. “I guess it’s not like I’m ever going to see her again.”

“No.” Eli breathed out a sigh of relief. “Lets have some desert.”

….

Everything had gone wrong today.

You’d woken up full of apprehension about your meeting with Alexia that night but then the rest of the day was meant to be clear. Your plan was to go and do some shopping, go for a walk. Anything to take your mind of it.

Instead you found yourself scrubbed up and in theatre. Your mind focused only on the job at hand.

At 11 you got a call that a serious trauma had been brought into hospital, multiple broken bones, internal bleeding, a head injury. Spanning across five people. The conclusion of a truck on car collision.

That meant they had to put an extension surgical team together and who were you to say shopping was more important than saving a family.

By 12 o’clock you were stood in theatre, passing on instructions to a surgical team and about to operate on a 17-year-old. In orthopaedics you often performed surgery on young people, those in sport who often came in with broken ankles or arms. This felt different, there was a panic to this one. Not least because you and your partner in the surgery would be operating on multiple limbs, whilst down the hall their other family members were also fighting for their life.

“Let’s get started then.” You instructed the team, looking down at the patient on the operating table as you always do. “We’ll get you sorted.”

Surgery was a long process, it was tiring and mind-numbing. For over six hours your mind had been filled with all the information you could occupy. The processes you had to complete, the numbers you’d been told as they deteriorated and then eventually improved, what came next. In the end it had been a success, a lot would depend on their recovery but you’d done all you could for them.

It wasn’t something you could just switch off from either. You always made sure the patient was settled in the ward, checked in with the team and gave them a debrief before completing all the paperwork.

That’s how you found yourself sat in the office staring into space, suddenly remembering you had plans tonight.

“Shit.” You whispered, your head whipping round to find the clock at the opposite end of the room. It might have been dark but it was light enough to show it was already past 8. “Shit. Shit.”

The hospital and bar were a good fifteen-minute drive apart, not to mention parking. Panic built as you quickly logged off your computer, just about managing to grab your keys and phone before practically running to your car.

You probably broke every speed limit trying to make it across the city, parked on double yellows and then it was only when you were walking up to the door that you remembered you were still wearing the sweats and hoodie you pulled on this morning. It definitely fulfilled the brief of shopping attire more than ‘meeting with your ex for the first time in over a decade’ attire.

“Fuck it.” You sighed, it wasn’t like you could turn away now. She might not even be here at this point, you were already nearly 2 hours late.

But there she was, she may have had her back to you but you knew it was her. Sat at your table, a glass of presumably water in her hand with a glass of wine opposite. She was still here.

She hadn’t noticed you were there yet as you snuck up behind her, noticing the phone stuck to her ear.

“It was stupid – I thought if I made the effort then maybe I might get some answers. But she didn’t show….” Alexia told whoever it was she was on the phone to. “Nothing. I mean she could have at least text…… No I’m going to go-“

“Don’t.” You rounded the table stealing her attention. “Give me five minutes and I’ll explain.”

“I’ll call you back.” She didn’t give the other person the time to answer before putting the phone down, her eyes not leaving yours as you sat down. “You’re late.”

“I’m really sorry about that.” You answered, taking what can only be described as a large gulp of wine. The bitter taste of the red calming some of your nerves.

“It feels like this is becoming a habit now.”

“What is?”

“You leaving me stranded.”

You’d be lying if you said that one didn’t hurt. It was true – at least superficially and to her. “I’ve been in surgery all day.” There was no point in sugar coating it – you would never have left her stranded otherwise. “I was planning on being here on time but when you get the call it’s not exactly something you can avoid. I didn’t realise what time it was but I came straight from the hospital when I realised.”

She wasn’t heartless, you knew Alexia and you could see the relief on her face even now. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. But as soon as I realised the time I raced here, I wouldn’t have left you hanging otherwise. I obviously also didn’t plan on wearing this.” Your sweats were nothing in comparison to the turtleneck and blazer Alexia was sporting.

“You look beautiful.” She always had a way with words – there was no doubt in her voice as she complimented you. “I do need to go though.”

“Alexia – just…”

“Not because of you. I have a game tomorrow, it wouldn’t be a good look for me to stay out this late the night before. If any fans see….”

“I understand.” Maybe it just wasn’t your day, nothing was going right.

“I don’t want to be too forward but how about you come back to mine.” Before you could protest she shut you up. “We can talk without being seen. It doesn’t have to be weird – we’re just old friends.”

You worried if you didn’t agree then you would just have this conversation hanging over you for the next few days and for your own sake you needed for everything to be over with. That’s how you found yourself agreeing and driving over to Alexia’s – the two of you taking your own cars after she provided you with her address.

The drive was nowhere near long enough before you found yourself parking up outside the gated house, her car though nowhere in sight. You genuinely thought you’d been the one ditched this time before her car came in sight maybe ten minutes later, opening the gates as you followed on foot.

“I thought you’d given me the wrong address.” You tried to break the awkward tension as she got out of her car. She didn’t exactly give you any answers before reaching behind her, her hands revealing a paper bag and extending it to you. “What is it?”

“Food – I figured you hadn’t eaten and I don’t feel like cooking at this time.”

You looked in the bag to find three polystyrene boxes – the smells suggesting a burger and chips must have been the contents of at least two of them. “But you can’t have any.” You might not have been a nutritionist but you know enough that it wasn’t exactly night before a game’s food.

“It’s a good thing it’s all for you then. You always did like greasy food after a shift.”

“Thank you.”

Your words went unanswered as she opened up the door to reveal what could only be described as the sleekest house you’ve ever seen. Everything was black and white, the majority of the space open plan as she led you into the kitchen.

“Would you like a drink?”

“A water please.”

The whole house was silent as she pulled out a plate for you, indicating you could plate your food up as she got the drinks and led herself over to the sofa. You plated up the burger, half of the chips and a mini garlic bread not quite realising how hungry you were until this point. The last thing you could remember eating was your porridge this morning.

The tension was still in the air as you sat down, practically gulping down the burger before turning to the footballer, her eyes already on you.

“Why did you ask to meet me Alexia?” You had to ask her the question, her answer would lead this conversation.

“Why? I turn up to a meeting expecting to find an old surgeon and I find the girl who broke up with me 13 years ago and never bothered to even give me an explanation. I need answers.”

“Alexia it was 13 years ago.” You hadn’t been in this house too long and already you’d noticed that the majority of the picture frames dotted around contained either Eli, Alba or both of them. “It’s not worth it.”

“It is to me. You left without a word – I loved you and all I got was this text spouting about how you ‘couldn’t do it anymore’. What about me?” When you were together you loved Alexia all the time, but you especially loved her when she was passionate about something and even now as she raised her voice you couldn’t help but admire her. “I deserve answers.”

“I wasn’t good enough for you.” You admitted, not daring to look at her and instead focusing on the food. “Our lives don’t mix. You’re the best footballer in the world and I spend my life either sleeping or working.”

“We were making it work.”

“No you were spending every weekend watching me in that café – you could have been spending it with your teammates.”

“Because I loved you.” The tears building in your eyes spilt over the edge as you took in her words. “I might have loved football but my highlight of the week, every week, was sitting in my car after training with you or  spending your lunch break eating those soggy chips.”

“You said you loved those chips.”

“I did.” Why did you have to fall in love with someone so perfect? She was everything you wanted, even now and yet you couldn’t have her. “Then you left and I was left wondering if I even meant anything to you.”

“Of course you did.”

“Then why leave?”

“Because I loved you more than anything.” You shouted this time. “Because the thought that I could have been distracting you was too much for me to handle. You spoke every day about being the best Alexia and I couldn’t be the reason that didn’t happen.”

“It didn’t have to be one or the other.”

“Didn’t it? You did it, you became the best.”

“And I did all of it being lonely. I’d watch my teammates fall in love, celebrate with their partners and I was alone.”

If your heart wasn’t already broken it was then. “Alexia….”

“I was angry at first, I hated you for not saying it too my face. But I never stopped loving you. In Turin I looked for you, in Eindhoven you were the first person I thought about. When I had my ACL surgery I wished more than anything for you to appear.” The two of you were a sobbing mess on that sofa and without realising you’d gravitated towards each other, your hands intertwined and shoulders pressed together. “I wanted to be the best but I also wanted to be loved.”

“I-“ But before you could answer you were stopped by the sound of the door opening.

“Alexia! I bought your favourite…”

And your world came plummeting back down.

[tjjamess]

To YOU he’s just a 192 year old dead revolutionary medical student who represented the logic of the revolution who lived much more normal than his counterpart, who was more human than man, the homo to vir, who liked the word citizen but preferred the word man and would gladly say hombre, who read everything, did theatres, followed lectures, explained the functions of artery’s, followed science, deciphered hieroglyphics, broke stones to look inside them, drew silk moths from memory, corrected the dictionary, both asserted and denied nothing, daydreamed, who was involved in issues of education, wanted society to raise intellectual and moral standards, believed that the narrowness of teachings and the scholastic prejudice would turn collages into artificial oyster farms, who was well-read, a purist, precise, polytechnical, hardworking, imaginative, who dreamed of trains and better surgical operations and fixing cameras and electric telegraphs and steering hot air balloons, who was the guide to the leader, who was not incapable of fighting but would rather be gentle, who wanted neither halt nor haste, who would rather let progress take its course rather than worship and incite revolutionary adventures, coolheaded but pure, methodical but irreproachable, phlegmatic but imperturbable, and who believed ‘good must be innocent’

To ME he’s everything

[lovelytsunoda]

wisdom teeth // oscar piastri (headcanons)

summary: oscar's girlfriend gets her wisdom teeth out

pairing: oscar piastri x female! reader

warnings: mentions of surgery, wisdom teeth, anesthesia....you know, just dental surgery related things

author's note: i lost the picture i normally use for my headcanon dividers and its pissing me off because i can't be bothered to go to an old set and save it again....maybe its time to rebrand slightly.

he’s such a lover boy!! so attentive for the whole day and recovery period

drives her to the appointment in their Kia suv, something far more sensible than Oscar’s McLaren is, with the sole purpose of making sure she’s comfortable on the way home

he doesn’t leave the surgery once during the procedure. even though they’re told that it will be at least three hours to remove all four teeth, he simply takes a book out of his backpack and camps out in the waiting room

holding her hand while they wait for the anaesthesia to take effect, and kissing her on the forehead before he leaves the operating theatre

he wanted to say but the surgeon said ✨ not on your life✨

so there he is, reading mark webbers autobiography in the waiting room

when she comes out of surgery, she’s not delirious like he had feared

just fucking tired

“hey sweet girl, lean on me. let’s get you to the car. how about we stop for milkshakes on the way home?”

shes bundled up in blankets, groggy as she pushes the seat back, indie rock on the radio and oscar's hand reassuringly rubbing her thigh

shes asleep by the time he gets to the mcdonalds drive through

he has to carry her inside, securely tucking her into their bed and leaving the milkshake on the nightstand

watching tv in the other room at a low volume so he can hear if she wakes up or if she needs anything

helps her shower to wash off the hospital smell, holding her tightly and whispering how proud he is and how good she is

stroking her hair as they eat soup together while watching something mindless on netflix before she falls asleep in his arms halfway through an episode of monk

makes sure she takes all her painkillers on time, drinking lots of water

waits on her hand and foot, even days later when she’s almost fully recovered

“babe, I’m going for a girls night!”

“like hell you are. are you sure you’re well enough? the surgeon said it could take a week. your stitches still need to dissolve.”

“Oscar, it’s just a few mocktails and manicures.”

“fine. but don’t overdo it. no vodka, no sharp foods and no boxing classes at least until Monday.”

“okay, dad.”

but she’s smiling as she says it

Oscar just wants to take care of his pretty girl, and make sure she has everything she needs to get better

[bullet-prooflove]

The Right One: Peter Benton x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

Summary: Peter makes a realisation about you when the two of you share a patient.

Companion piece to:

Plastics - Peter has never had a high opinion of plastics surgeons.

You are an artist.

The Michelangelo of Plastics.

That’s what Peter thinks as he watches you work. He’s just preformed a double mastectomy on a twenty five year old woman and here you are reconstructing her chest so she can feel like a woman again. It’s beautiful, truly it is.

The procedure is a preventive measure because Kara Landry harbours the BRCA1gene. It means she has an 85% chance of developing breast cancer, usually one of the more aggressive ones. Her mom and other female relatives had all been diagnosed and passed away before the age of 40 which didn’t bode well for her chances in the future.

A double mastectomy cuts down her risk of breast cancer by 95% but making that choice…

Peter couldn’t imagine being put in that position at such a young age.

When he’d met with her to discuss the surgery, she’d been a bundle of nerves. He’d tried to explain the procedure, to reassure her but his bedside manner’s not the best. He’s too abrupt, too direct, too technical. You stepping into that room, it was like a breath of fresh air, he could feel the atmosphere shift as you sat down on the edge of the bed with that warm smile of yours, somehow both him and the patient, they just knew everything was going to be ok.

“It’s not you.” You’d informed him when the two of you were scrubbing up for the procedure. “When you’re having this type of operation they want to be reassured that you aren’t going to be losing a part of themselves along with the tissue. It’s tough to do if you haven’t been through it.”

That gets his attention.

He tilts his head towards you, his gaze lowering to the place where the scrubs your wearing hug your curves.

“You have?”

“My chest took the worst of the burn damage.” You say finally as you focus on using the brush on each of your fingers. “It is not a pretty picture underneath these scrubs.”

“Oh.” He says his gaze lingering on the scar that peeks out from just underneath the neckline of your scrubs. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“I’m just repeating what I’ve been told.” You say, holding your hands up waiting for the tap to shut off. It’s something he’s noticed you do before a surgery, a ritual he comes to understand, like the two taps of Carter’s shoe, or Hick’s low single hum as they drape the surgical gown over her.

“Then you are certainly not dating the right guys.” Peter informs you with a pointed look as he backs his way into the operating theatre.  

He can’t stop thinking about that conversation as he watches you undertake the reconstruction. He usually ducks out of this part of the operation because his work is done, but he stays this time, he wants to see something beautiful come out of the destruction he’s sown.

“When this is all over, you’ll feel as good as new again.” You reassure the patient as you insert the implant. “You’ll be happy, healthy and you’ll have your whole life ahead of you.”

He wonders if someone said those words to you once upon a time when you were under the knife. He doesn’t finish out the surgery, he’s interrupted by a trauma coming into the ER but you’re all he thinks about in the quiet moments after he’s stabilised his patient, your compassion, your quiet sadness.

You’re lonely he realises as he sits in the Doctor’s Lounge filling out his charts. He gets that because he’s lonely too. Surgery doesn’t make for a good bed fellow, it erodes relationships long before they start, leaving you with nothing but the job and only the job.

It’s in the locker room he catches up with you, you’re stripping out of your scrubs, putting on your street clothes when he walks in and finds you standing there in jeans and a black sports bra.

He sees everything in that moment, the rumpled discoloured flesh that winds down the left side of your ribcage disappearing underneath the waistband of your jeans. The off white streaks mixed with a dusty mauve that contrasts against your skin tone. He wonders how far down the scarring goes, if it’s as sensitive as he imagines or if the nerve endings were damaged in the fire too.

“You wanna go out tonight?” He asks, leaning against Yuri’s locker. “I know a place with good music and a great vegetarian menu.”

That’s another thing you have in common, you both can’t stand to eat meat after you spend the day dissecting someone else.

“You want to go out with me?” You say, your voice wrought with disbelief as you snatch up your white Ramones t-shirt, tugging it down over your body. “After everything you’ve just seen?”

“Like I said.” Peter says, his eyes fixed firmly on yours so that you understand the sincerity behind his words. “You were dating the wrong people before, maybe it’s time you tried the right one.”

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[hederasgarden]

Okay you’ve mentioned several times about Scott’s breeding kink, so I just need to know how he’d react when he finally knocks his girl up. Or how he’d be with a pregnant reader, especially if they’re with Storm Par or Tyler’s crew and is out chasing storms all day

On Tuesdays my movie theatre does $6 movie tickets and with reading all your Scott and Tyler stories I’m thinking I need to go see Twisters again!

I love this ask so much!

This might surprise people who think I'm going to say he’ll become all mushy and sweet, but I think he’ll turn into an even bigger asshole. His worst qualities will come out during this time because there are so many variables he can’t control and deep down he's worried about you and the baby but probably not able to articulate it. This will manifest as him trying to exert even more control over the situation to manage his anxiety. Expect him to argue about you being out in the field with Storm Par, especially if it’s storm season. He'll have 100 different reasons why it's unsafe and won't relax until you're sitting safely in your office.

You’ve been with Scott long enough to understand how he operates, and you know his actions are driven by his desire to keep you and the baby safe and healthy. That doesn't make him less annoying though because as soon as he finds out you're pregnant, he’ll be reading What to Expect When You’re Expecting and diving deep into the latest research. Once he’s armed with all the facts, he’ll obsessively monitor what you’re eating and doing, quoting the book chapter and verse.

Those prenatal vitamins you picked up at CVS? He’ll throw them straight in the trash and tell you to take this fancy brand you’ve never heard of, claiming it’s verified by an independent lab and superior to your drugstore brand.

That cute little mobile you want to hang over the crib? Absolutely not — it’s a strangulation hazard. The old bassinet your aunt wants to give you? That’s going in the trash too because, from an engineering standpoint, it looks structurally unsound and is probably covered in lead paint.

He’ll be annoyingly confident about everything right up until the moment the baby is born. When the doctor hands him his son and he looks down at that tiny, scrunched-up face, all he feels is a wave of panic. How are the two of you supposed to take care of this fragile little thing? This is a person, not a problem to be solved and accounted for.

He’d never outwardly panic, but he knows you can see through him when you say his name softly and reach for his hand. 

"Look at me," you'd whisper, smiling at him — tired, sweaty, and beautiful after going through hell to bring his son into the world. You would look so at ease and happy that suddenly Scott would know everything would be okay because you’d be right beside him.

Together, you've got this.

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[vintagelasvegas]

Moulin Rouge Hotel & Casino

May 1955, opening week. Photo by Loomis Dean.

Photos of Moulin Rouge

Timeline.

'54: Mar. 29, Las Vegas City Commission approves construction of Moulin Rouge. The project was launched by partners including New York restaurateur Louis Rubin, Beverly Hills developers Alexander & Henry Bisno (Bisno & Bisno co.), and smaller investors.

'54: Jul. 16, Groundbreaking.

'55: Apr. 6, Fire destroys the "motel wing" (Montmartre Motel) during construction. The fire does not delay the main hotel.

'55: May 24, MR preview opening, and debut Tropi-Can-Can show in the Cafe Rouge Theatre Restaurant; public opening follows on May 26. Owners, the Moulin Rouge Associates, include the Bisnos and Rubin among a group of over 20. Possible other owners include Joe Louis (2%), Joe West, Aron Blum, Edna Shulman, and Mark Lipsky. African-American staff include Joe Louis, host; Sonny Boswell, former Harlem Globetrotters, general manager; Jimmy Gay of Las Vegas, personnel director. MR's "late show" plays nightly starting on opening night. The hotel portion of MR was not fully completed at the time of opening. (RJ 5/24/55, RJ 5/27/55)

'55: Jun. 1, first known lawsuit against MR from contractor, Lawrence Hawthorne. (RJ 6/1/55)

'55: Oct. 5, City of Las Vegas threatens MR license unless finances and owners are disclosed.

'55: Oct. 10, MR closes. It is the first major Las Vegas hotel to close, immediately following legal action taken by Bartenders Union Local 165 and Culinary 226 over unpaid wages.

'55: Oct. 19, MR files petition for bankruptcy. A report from proceedings in Jan. '56 says, "Some 300 creditors have $850,000 in claims now pending. Among them, 185 local creditors including engineers, plumbers, electricians [and] employees..." (RJ 1/16/56)

'56: Jan., Montmartre Motel (adjoining the hotel) is open. Whether the motel, operated by Albert Childs, was open prior is unclear. The MR attraction board was moved from the front of the hotel, slightly west to the front of the motel.

'56: Nov. 27, Bankruptcy sale. Lone bid of $470,000 rejected.

'58: Nov., Leo Frey (Leroy Investment Co.) awarded the hotel by court. Frey, “a sizeable investor in the original corporation which owned the hotel and the partnership which operated it” (RJ 11/25/58). Frey is denied gaming license, reopens hotel and coffee shop. Other individuals later denied gaming license “because of unsuitable backgrounds of the landlords Leo, Herbert, and Karl Frey” (RJ 3/21/69).

'85: Joe & Sarann Preddy, and Joe Walker lease Club Rouge and the bar.

'90: Preddy & Walker group takes over ownership from Leroy Co., secures liquor and gaming license.

'92: Moulin Rouge listed on National Register of Historic Places.

'97: Sold to Bart Maybie.

'03: May 29, Fire destroys the showroom & casino building.

'04: Moulin Rouge Development Corp. buys property.

'08: MRD Corp. files for bankruptcy.

'09: Olympic Coast Investment takes ownership; May 6, Fire destroys the front hotel wing; Sign donated and moved to Neon Museum; tower demolished in 2010.

'12: OCI files bankruptcy.

'17: Fire; last remains of MR and Mo'Mart Motel demolished.

Entertainment.

Tropi-Can-Can was the Moulin Rouge's debut revue, running seven weeks. Las Vegas resorts usually had two shows per evening, or a third late show on weekends. Tropi-Can-Can included a late show every night, 8 PM, 11 PM and 2 AM. The revue in May 1955 included Benny Carter orchestra, Stump and Stumpy, The Platters (Reed, Lynch, Williams, Robi, Taylor), Timmie Rogers, Margie McGlory, Teddy Hale, The Honey-Tones, Ann Weldon, Bob Bailey as master of ceremonies, and the dancers (numbering 20 to 27, sources vary) including Delcenia Boyd (16 years old), Norma Tolbert, Dee Dee Jasmin, Mary Louise Randolph, Carrie Ann Pollard, and Anna Bailey (28 y/o). The Platters recorded their hit version of "Only You" a month before the opening of Moulin Rouge, and the record was released summer '55.

Hot, Brown & Beige was the second show for three weeks, featuring Stump and Stumpy, singer Toni Harper, dancers Maurice and Gregory Hines (ages 11 and 9), vocal and dance group The Double-Daters, doo-wop group The Flamingos.

The Lionel Hampton International All-Star Revue ran for another three weeks.

Construction, '54. Las Vegas News Bureau, LVCVA Archive.

Moulin Rouge Show Girls Arrive in Vegas. Review-Journal, 5/9/55.

5/23/55 – Jay Florian Mitchell Photo Collection, Nevada State Museum.

Photo by Las Vegas News Bureau, LVCVA Archive.

Postcard to Los Angeles, postmarked 7/8/55.

Sources include: City to Hear Both Sides. Review-Journal, 7/6/54 p2; Vegas' Newest Hotel Moulin Rouge Opens. Review-Journal, 5/25/55 p3; Capacity Crowd. Review-Journal, 5/27/55 p1; City Threatens Moulin Rouge License Over Ownership Fuss. Review-Journal, 10/5/55; Another Suit Against Spa. Review-Journal, 10/7/55 p3; Moulin Rouge Re-Financing Sought After Casino is Closed. Review-Journal, 10/11/55; No Action Against Spa Licenses. Review-Journal, 10/20/55; Businessmen Watching Events at Moulin Rouge. Review-Journal, 1/16/56; Couple trades parcel of land to get Moulin Rouge Hotel. Review Journal, 1/26/90; Earnest N. Bracey. Winter ‘96. The Moulin Rouge Mystique: Blacks and Equal Rights in Las Vegas, Nevada Historical Society Quarterly, Vol. 39, No. 4, p. 272-288; Nicole Raz. Light Touch Needed. Review Journal, 8/7/2016; An Interview with Katherine M. Joseph (OH-00979), Mary Louise Williams oral history interview (OH-01991), and Anna Bailey oral history interview (OH-00096), UNLV Special Collections & Archives; William H. “Bob” Bailey. Looking Up: Finding My Voice in Las Vegas (2009).

[730kc]

I love your older kidco arts, they're just eye candy to me, is there anything you hc about them when they're older ?

Thank you! <3 I love kidco so much, their flavor is so melancholic! And why yes I do have a lot of hc haha, eventually I want to get to drawing or writing them all but... for now, please have my yip-yap of different things

Due to aptx shrinking his body up and down, Conan's stuck in a perpetual small stature. It doesn't help that he's lost interest in taking care of himself, in lieu of solving cases at his part time work at the police station.

He's stuck, jaded. An adult trapped in a child's body, who feels like everyone's going on forward ahead without him.

HOMECOMING AU- Kaito discovers that Pandora wasn't a gem but a secret operation headed by Interpol--- who sought him out after seeing his skills surpass his father's. so he continues working as Kid and holds heists with interpol funding. (Think something like Kingsman.) It's a poorly kept secret b/w them; Conan tries not to pry but Kaito is just bad at keeping this one a secret.

ACTOR AU: Kaito is meticulous with becoming a magician with his own merit--- he does odd jobs in tandem with street performances, works at backstage theatre until he accidentally finds himself being pipelined into a small-time actor for a web-series of sorts. He gets famous and uses that to propel himself as a magician.

In all aus, Conan wants to keep their relationship a secret. Less about himself and more about not wanting to damage Kaito's budding reputation as a magician.

Kaito calls Conan: Tantei-kun / Meitantei interchangeably

In some au's, Conan has come to dislike hearing Kaito call him Meitantei--- seeing himself as not anyone great or famous. His pride had become his downfall-- or something like that. ^^

In other au's, Kudou Shinichi isn't dead, and Conan uses his old name shamelessly to get things he wants, and also armchair solve cases.

Also some other au: where Conan, unable to accept the reality of Kudou Shinichi never coming back, seeks out Kid for physical comfort, because the thief sees him for who he is. But Kid holds his last heist and extends an invitation for Conan to meet Kaito, except Conan feels betrayed by it and ignores him. And some kind of meeting at a distinguished party, when they're 20/30 and sparks fly and yeah.

Thanks to raging teenage hormones, Conan has higher libido & impulses than the old man. uv u/

all right, I'll end it here. ^^

what a wonderful brain session, thank you!

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catch a falling star

Prompt: "Stardust", 2007 Written by: flintandfuss Narrated by: Anonymous Length: 3:12:08 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Blood and Injury

Summary: A star falls. A hidden evil stirs. And beyond the wards of The Wall, three friends embark on a quest in a twice-magic land. Their mission? Retrieve the fallen star and win a date with the lovely Cho Chang.

But nothing across the Wall is what it seems. And for Harry Potter, finding the star is only the beginning.

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Harry was off his broom in an instant, lost in a fantasy of bestowing Cho with a glittering rock the size of his fist. Its beauty would pale beside Cho’s soft smile.

“I knew it would be you, Harry,” she’d whisper, her hair falling in a gentle curtain as she leaned in to—

“Were you trying to kill me with that glorified tree branch, or are you as blind as those hideous glasses suggest?”

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covert operatives to boring dads (back in action)

Prompt: "Back in Action", 2025, Seth Gordon Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: CW: Kidnapping

Summary: Harry and Draco are parents to an adopted Muggleborn Meera and Teddy. They live a quiet life, until the past comes knocking.

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Hurry Pottah

Prompt: The Harry Potter series, 2001 to 2011 Prompted by: Anonymous Artist: Anonymous Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: Movie adaptation for the Wizarding best-seller "Hurry Pottah", coming this summer. Check the closest theatres.

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Twenty’s Plenty

Prompt: "What's Your Number?", 2011, Mark Mylod Prompted by: veradubhghoill (ao3) Author: Anonymous Word Count: 21,811 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply; Infidelity but not between Harry and Draco

Summary: After a string of failed relationships and a Witch Weekly article that proclaims anyone who has dated over twenty people is more likely to end up alone, Draco decides enough is enough. There must’ve been someone in his past who he missed a connection with, so there’s only one thing for it. Hunt down all of his exes and find The One. What he didn't account for was Harry Potter coming along for the ride.

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Life As We Know It

Prompt: "Life as We Know It", 2010, Greg Berlanti Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 25,803 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Minor character death, death from terminal illness

Summary: When Andromeda suddenly passed away, leaving Teddy in the care of both Harry and Draco, neither of them knew how they’d manage to live together without killing each other, let along survive as parenthood was thrust upon them. Raising a ten-year-old boy would be hard at the best of times, but raising one who had just lost the only parental figure he’d ever known was another thing entirely. Would it be possible for Harry and Draco to put aside their (very many) differences in order to provide a stable family for Teddy? And what would they learn about each other – and themselves – along the way?

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[jessaerys]

death note weed post that's like omg matthew would be a godtier stoner but doesn't include near weak asf. zero vision. fake weedheads when the real mj lovers show up. near would cough his head off at first but by the third pass he'd be hitting that thang like a gilded age factory working 12 year old chain-smoker. he looks at you his beautiful big black bug eyes enormous and asks if you want to play operation in his playroom but he's speaking in cold war era russian and it seems like a pretty elaborate play set up so you go along with it and the last thing you remember is he's gesturing for you to lay flat on the floor while an audience of stuffed animals dressed in victorian garb with teeny little pens and notebooks in their stuffed animal paws stare at you from a makeshift theatre

[scotianostra]

Thomas Sean Connery was born in the Fountainbridge area of Edinburgh on 25th August, 1930.

Big Tam, as he was affectionately known around Fountainbridge in his youth, well he was Tommy until his teens, when he shot up in height and stature, at one point he entered a bodybuilding contest, he was 6'2″ at the time, weighed around 14 stone, had a 48-inch chest, 25-inch thigh, and his arms were 15.25 inches.

His first job was as a milkman with the St Cuthbert’s Co-Operative Society in Edinburgh. I would think he would have delivered the milk on a horse drawn carriage, the stables for these horses was in the are he grew up, were in Grove Street, where I used to live the main offices for St Cuthbert’s still stands round the corner on Fountainbridge.

Connery also played football at junior level for Bonnyrigg Rose, my cousin played for them too for several years.

A few more facts about Sean are he has a tattoo on his arm that state “Scotland Forever” he got when he enrolled in the Merchant Navy, he was discharged from that job due to stomach ulcers, between jobs he was a nude model for art students at Edinburgh College of art, again not to far from Fountainbridge. Other jobs he took up were, a lorry driver, a lifeguard at Portobello swimming baths,a labourer and a coffin polisher!

I think it is interesting Connery never strayed far from Fountainbridge in his younger days, indeed when he decided that acting was a career he was going to pursue, it was the nearby Kings Theatre he got a job helping backstage, he was also competing in bodybuilding competitions at this time and while at an event in London he learned that there were auditions being held for South Pacific, he was picked to appear on the chorus line but as the production toured the country he was making his way up the ladder.

By the time it hit Edinburgh he had the part of Marine Cpl Hamilton Steeves and was understudying two of the juvenile leads, and his salary was raised from £12 to £14–10s a week, when the production was reprised the following year he had the lead role on the tour, taking over from the actor Larry Hagman, who played the part in London’s West End.

Connery never looked back from there and of course the role of James Bond catapulted him to international stardom, Ian Fleming though was against him getting the part initially, he said Sean was “unrefined” and not what he had in mind, Sean soon won him over though and Fleming later admitted he was an “ideal” Bond.

A few of the parts Sean either didn’t get or turned down are Gandalf, in the Lord of the Rings series of films, he said he never understood the books and also wasn’t keen on 18 months of filming in New Zealand. He also turned down the chance to play the role of the Architect in The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions. Sean was asked to portray King Edward I in Braveheart, but was too busy working on Another film at the time, Patrick McGoohan took the role instead, I’m sort of glad he never played Longshanks.

His 93rd and last film was 2003’s The League of Extraordinary Gentleman - although he officially retired in 2006, although he was temporarily tempted back to do the voice of Sir Billi in the animated adventure comedy of the same name.

Sir Sean Connery passed away in his sleep on 31st October 2020 at his home in the Bahamas, his son said he had been unwell for some time. The official cause of death was pneumonia, heart failure and old age, his death certificate revealed.

In a career spanning over 50 years, Connery earned an Academy Award, multiple Golden Globes, including the Cecil B. DeMille and Henrietta Awards, as well as two British Academy Film Awards (BAFTA) awards.

I've posted more pics than I normally would, firstly to show that Sean was much more than the first Bond, but also because the Scottish public, had and still have a big connection and love for the big guy.

Sean Connery 25th August 1930 – 31st October 2020.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I'm a big fan of Broadway musicals, so whenever I listen to any of them, I have an AU where the "Journey to the West" characters are in a theatre acting out these songs (ShadowPeach is always the main couple).

Ha! Those are fun! I've seen an Actor!Au of LMK before that was very cute.

Wukong's actor irl is usually a very short skinny guy or a woman, so gender could go any way. Is an experienced gymnast and beautiful singer, but isn't used to the stage. Probably knows the most about Jttw out if everyone in the cast, and argues with the director over creative liberties.

Tripitaka's actor is some broke Buddhist college student who has no idea how he landed the gig. Thinks the character he plays is very frustrating.

Zhu Bajie's is an all around decent guy with a dad bod who loves his role as a gluttonous hornball, but switches it off the second he's off stage. Happily married with lots of kids (all little girls).

Sha Wujing's actor was hired moreso for his build and height, since the character doesn't have many lines. His actor is used to playing bad guys and crooks in action movies, so he's feels a little out of his element. His costume keeps catching on things and ripping.

Bai Longma/Ao Lie is played by a cleverly painted foreground effect + old merry-go-round prop whenever in horse form, and with a massive half-animatronic puppet as a dragon. His operator/voice is a little prankster with the worst timing possible. Accidentally knocks the horse's head off mid-scene with part of the dragon rigging mid performace - with led to a lot of laughing from the audience.

Liu'Er Mihou's actor is a known stage singer and performer who's used to playing villainous roles. Double casted as a number of lesser villains throughout the story, creating the illusion that the Six Eared Macaque has and still is stalking the Pilgrims throughout their Journey. Energy with Wukong's actor lead to their interactions coming off as romantic - leading to a last-minute reprise of an earlier romance song used for different couples.

The Bull King is a real softie with the voice of a god, but develops a not-easily-hidden crush on his Iron Fan co-star that makes him fumble his lines a lot.

Iron Fan is a traditional opera actress who dabbles in light theatre, making her role a walk in the park. If only her big, handsome co-star didn't stutter during takes. Ultimately screws up her scene because Bull's actor mustered up a genuinely beautiful redition, leaving her speechless.

Red Boy is one of the crew's kids that they let loose. Toddler having the time of his life.