#one of the nurses at work was like 'do you have a new foundation? no you are just pale as shit- you good?'

[marmotsomsierost]

Doc: so your records haven't transferred yet, it's not a big deal. Can you give me a rundown?

Me: rattles off timeline (roughly)

Doc: okay. So i guess my concern is why they told you to wait this long to follow up, usually they want the ultrasound much earlier

Me: i mean i told them after surgery that i had this appt prescheduled with you and they said that would be fine

Doc: ...what surgery? Wait they gave you 2 rounds of medicine and still took you for surgery?

Doc: do you have any access to your labs, at least?

Me: i have the blood results yeah, here

Doc: ...well this doesn't entirely make- *visibly does some brief math and timeline comparisons* - ...ah. okay. I really need to get on them to transfer those records. Anyway!

[tteokdoroki]

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. setting powder.

about. whilst getting ready to meet your new boyfriend’s extended family — you learn that he knows a thing or two about doing makeup.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up to 20s, enemies to lovers, meeting the family, new relationships, brief mention of injury and hospitals, reader wears makeup and dresses, pro hero!bakugou, nurse/doctor!reader.

“we’re gonna be late, sweetheart.”

leaning against the door frame, bakugou crosses his arms over his chest — his perfect lips pulled into a suave smirk as he watches you finish your makeup for tonight.

“wha…huh? you said i had twenty minutes?” you’re still half dressed, your boyfriend’s baggy hoodie from an old merch collection draped over your sweet little dress to protect it from your foundation, your hair is tied back and away from your face so it doesn’t get in the way and though you’re still trying to blend your cream blush in with one of those sponge things — katsuki thinks you’re the most adorable thing in the entire world.

pushing himself off the door frame, he sits behind you on the bed — still watching you work at the vanity whilst he fixes the cuffs of his dress shirt. “that was twenty minutes ago,” the blonde rasps affectionately and grasps your at your jewellery laid out on the bed. the rough pad of his thumb traces over the ‘K’ on the silver heart locket he’d gotten you for your birthday before he undoes the clasp and places the chain around your neck — being mindful of your hair in the process. “y’said you’d be done by then.”

you catch your boyfriend’s vermillion stare in the reflection of your mirror — his subtle smile when he sees his initials dangling from your neck. it feels you with warmth to know that no matter what, katsuki will always find you beautiful and will always love you. even with how chaotic your makeup looks when half done. “i think i spent too long in the shower ‘n underestimated how long this look would take,” you sigh, reaching for your lip gloss next. you’ll have to put it in your purse, do your lips in the car. “do you think they’ll mind if we’re any later than this?”

“my parents won’t. neither will inko. deku — i mean — izuku will, but he’ll pretend he ain’t bothered,” bakugou prattles down the list, making a note of tonight’s attendees. it was tradition that the bakugous and the midoriyas had a monthly dinner together, it had been going on since the two pro heroes were children. only now, their partners were invited since they were family too. family included you.

you hadn’t gone to U.A and you certainly didn’t know katsuki until he became an up and coming pro hero. the first time he’d saved you, by the sidewalk of the hospital you worked at, you thought he was brutish and stuck up. you’d hated him and he’d hated you. but over time, and more frequent trips to A&E after saving civilians or sometimes after being wounded in villain attacks — you’d come to appreciate bakugou’s brooding personality and observant nature.

he’d come to like you too. how much you cared for others and wanted to make the world a better place. you reminded him a little bit of izuku, in a strange way.

so one night when you were on call, katsuki brought you flowers instead of a stomach wound that needed stitches and you’d given him a kiss instead of berating him about being careful, over vanilla and chocolate pudding cups from the hospital cafeteria.

signing impatiently, you bring katsuki back to present day. “i wanted to make a good impression on your aunty and on your best friend,” rubbing your arm nervously, you cast your gaze over the mess on your vanity — expensive products splayed across them in organised chaos.

“you will. they’re gonna love you. they already do,” bakugou stands behind you now, rough palms smoothing over your shoulders. “izuku says you’ve made me less bitchy at work. whatever the fuck that means.”

you giggle, eyes sparkling in delight as you look at the blonde in the mirror. “really?”

“really,” he nods sheepishly. the way you look at him makes him feel so loved. it’s new to him. nice to him. “now, whaddya need help with s’we can hurry up ‘n hit the road.”

you begin to ramble on, perking up at the idea of katsuki helping with the rest of your routine.“well… i’ve done my lashes, my eyes, my base and blush… i can do lips in the car. aside from putting on earrings and fixing my hair all i need is to set my face with—“

“settin’ powder,” bakugou grabs the little pot from your vanity as if he knew where it was all along, picking up a little face cushion as well as he prepares to get to work. “got it.” he dips the cushion into the translucent powder, rubbing the excess off on the back of his hand before leaning in real close to dab at the areas he thinks you need it. like your t-zone.

your boyfriend’s touch is like magic on your face, perfectly setting your makeup while making you feel like a pampered princess. “who taught you how to do this?” comes your shy mumble, his proximity to your face causing you to grow flustered and squirm in your seat. “h-how are you so good at it?”

“keep still, i’ll be finished faster if y’stop squirmin’ sweetheart. don’t wanna mess up what you’ve done already,” pausing his actions, katsuki gives you a toothy smirk — revelling in how bashful you’ve become under his touch while he helps you with your makeup. “…grew up behind the scenes of fashion shows ‘n shoots. so i picked up a thing or two i wanted to make sure i could still do it so i watched a couple of videos on it too. ‘n i noticed…you always put so much time ‘n effort into your makeup. wanted to help make the process easier for you.”

you feel as though you could melt at katsuki’s kind words and gesture as he dabs at your face a little more — tongue caught between the tips of his pearly white teeth as he sticks it out in concentration. he’s so cute it makes you want to scream. “you’re sweet,” you coo appreciatively, stilling yourself to let him finish before he pulls back — satisfied with his work. “i love you.”

it’s not the first time you’ve said it to one another, but the three words are still new to the both of you. “i uh…i love you more,” a pink, rosey hue rises on the surface of bakugou’s tanned skin and his red, loving eyes dart away from your face bashfully. “‘m gonna get your shoes ‘n jacket ready by the door while that sits. don’t forget your settin’ spray after you brush that shit off — oh ‘n don’t take my hoodie off until you’ve done that. don’t wanna ruin your dress, kay?”

“okay,” you respond fondly, hiding your smile at his very specific instructions. “i’ll be down in a minute.”

katsuki nods hesitantly, standing up as he gathers your belongings and outerwear — ready to load them up in the car, when he suddenly pauses in place. “you look beautiful tonight, sweetness. you always do.” he adds as one last parting message, before disappearing down the hall.

leaving you wondering how you ever lucked out with such a man. one who’s not only kind and gentle and loving, but a pro hero and a makeup artist at that.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[berylcups]

Could I maybe request SDC +Dio with a s/o that gets their work hours cut in half, and maybe they go scare the manager or smthn? Idk I'm not creative with prompts lmao. Thought it would be funny, thank youuu!!

SDC + DIO x Reader with their hours cut

CW: Death mention, horny old people,

Notes: hey! Sorry it took so long! I really tried with this one. 😭 I hope you like it! I’m still fleshing out their personalities. I’m still getting used to writing new characters. Even if this sux I hope you and everyone else can find some sort of enjoyment from this! 💜 Beryl

*also for my non-murican’ readers Target is a like a smaller scale Walmart but pretends to be bougie 🥴

Joseph

-Platonic-

“Why ask for xtra hours when you can get an allowance from your greatest grandad ever???”

-Romantic-

“Who needs a job when you got a sugar daddy ??? 😘”

SEND THAT HORNY OLD BASTARD TO THE NURSING HOME 🏠

——————————————————

Richie McRichardson doesn’t realize that you need to build a good resume. 🙄 or the fact we live in the real world where we have to make our own money.

Well no friend of his is going to get their hours cut! He’s going to use hermit purple to fuck around with electronics section and manipulate the tvs to make them glitch out and act possessed.

“GiVe Y/n FuLl TiMe HoUrS aNd BeNeFiTs…. Or ElSe. GiVe ThEm A pAy RaIsE ToO…”

“AlSo… ClEaN uP oN IsLe 6…”

Jotaro

“Good grief. Do I really need to get involved in this? Fine. Let’s go.” He sighed as he cracked his knuckles.

Your boss might die today. 😬 tell him to hold back a bit kay? I don’t think the Speedwagon Foundation wants to bail him out for getting into a onesided fist fight with a Target supervisor.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to do much. All he has to do is stare your boss down menacingly.

“I heard you were cutting Y/Ns hours. How about you fix that?”

Your supervisor is literally pissing their pants. 😰 He doesn’t leave until you get all your hours. Then he’s gonna smoke INSIDE the damn store because he’s disrespectful. If anyone tells him there’s no smoking allowed in the store he’s going to tell them to go fuck themselves 😭

Kakyoin

He’s going to use his charm to get his way. He’s gonna get you your hours back. If his charisma SOMEHOW doesn’t work he’s going to use Hierophant Green to string himself out so the boss and other employees keep tripping over what looks like nothing. 😂

The boss is freaking out getting slapped in the face and his ass whipped and has no idea what’s going on.

“Was this store built on a fucking graveyard?!” Your boss panics.

“You should really watch where you’re going sir.” He says smugly.

The boss finally gives in to your demands after they get clotheslined by HGs tentacle limb 🥴

Avdol

“Hmm? You're not getting any hours? That’s not according to YOUR fortune habibi/habibti! 😉”

He got some tricks up his sleeve. He’s going to get you your fortune…as told by his fortune! 🔮😅

“I have seen your fortune! You’re in grave danger. According to the ___ card it means you are going to lose all your wealth, health, and happiness!”

Your boss somehow believes this. Who wouldn’t believe a charismatic self assured middle eastern man in ornate robes and jewelry??? That’s a person you won’t forget!

To add some extra razzle dazzle he catches your bosses hair on fire. 🔥

Now he really thinks he’s cursed.

“Tell me mysterious customer! How do I fix this?! 😭😭😭”

Return the slab— “Give Y/N their hours back! And give them all the benefits and pay raises they need to live comfortably!”

Your boss gives in and does everything Avdol says. You’re officially getting paid as much as your boss now in fear of getting “cursed” again. …and to prevent 3rd degree burns 🥵

Polnareff

Your boss is about ready to taste some metal and I’m not talking about guns.

“Hey—! What gives?! First you don’t give my amour their hours and now your toilets are filthy and broken as hell! They won’t flush! 😤”

He’s already a menace for clogging the toilet. 😬 he’s going to go Karen mode on your boss.

“What the hell kind of economy do you think we live in pal?! I demand you give my baby all their hours! What do you expect them to live off of? Ramen noodles?! Not on my watch buddy!” He’s loud af and poking him in the chest.

If he back sasses the mighty Polnareff he’s going to have to sword fight Silver Chariot with a pool noodle from the outdoors section. 😅

He uses his craftsman’s swordship to slice the bosses belt and pubically pantses him 😂

He has no idea how he was able to air sword fight and cut his belt but he did and that’s why you have all your hours and why Polnareff is banned from every single Target ever in existence. Like that’s gonna stop him 🥴

Dio

“Why work such a meager job when you can work for me and kill the joestars instead ~?”

Because we don’t want to get our asses hospitalized and we live in the real world asshole. 🙄

Very well~. Dio is a generous partner, he will gladly solve your employment problem. 😈

But first—shopping spree~ 💅 he’s gonna fill up on some hair gel, green lipstick, sunscreen, and other unnecessary Knick Knacks. Yes he has a Live Laugh Love poster decoration in the basket. 🤢

“So I heard from my lovely Y/N that you aren’t giving them enough hours. How about a compromise? I’m in a good mood today so I’ll let you live if you give them all their hours back plus a raise.”

Your boss can’t believe you had the audacity to bring in a metrosexual bi vampire to scare him into getting what you want! He’s not gonna take you crazies seriously and tell you to take a hike!

“Oh ho~…” he has a mischievous glint in his eyes. Well you can’t stop him now!

“The World!!!” He summons his stand and takes his shopping cart.

“Road roller at target!!!” He laughs like a mad man as he runs over your boss.

…I think he’s dead ☠️

Dio somehow uses his charm to make you the new boss of Target. You still do the same job you usually do— you just get the pay and title now while everyone else does the hard work…. Honestly I don’t think you even need to go to work anymore. You’re just getting paid just to be paid!

[morganacorp]

“I’m telling you Lena, there’s no good Luthor. All of them are shady.” Kara said and downed a shot of tequila while Lena cringed internally.

“Maybe one of them will surprise you.”

“Impossible.” Kara chuckled, grabbing a handful of peanuts and popping them into her mouth. “Where there’s smoke there’s a Luthor.”

“I’m sure there’s something good in one of them.”

“No, I don’t think so. There’s what, three of them left? A mother whose foundation has been under investigation for allegedly mishandling funds, a son under investigation for his links to the mob and controversial political speech, and a third one no one knows anything about… probably in jail for all we know.” She chuckled.

“Or maybe doing work on their own, away from the nefarious family stuff.”

“No, Lena… I’m telling you. That family’s rotten.”

“Don’t be so rude, Kara.” Alex chuckled, handing her another shot of tequila. “We don’t know if this other Luthor is actually a good person… say for a moment Lena’s right, what if we don’t know anything about this person because they’re doing good and don’t want to be associated with the family scandals?”

“I guess it’s a possibility.” Kara finally conceded, clinking her glass to Lena and downing the shot. “I just don’t like it that there’s so much noise about them investing in the hospital… yay for them to do something good, but at what cost?”

“Maybe it’s a good thing.” Alex shrugged.

“Maybe they’re just trying to save face.”

“Whatever the reason, lots of people will benefit from it.” Lena interrupted her. “The hospital got more money, we can certainly use it for good.”

“That’s true. I hope we get some help to renew the facilities and that sweet new machine for-”

“Hell no, Alex. We need more nurses! We’re swamped and busy! You get your machine when we stop having to work overtime to help with the workload.” Kara scoffed. “You fancy doctors always forget about us.”

“Impossible to forget about you… you whine too much.” Alex smirked playfully, making Lena laugh at the offended look on Kara’s face.

“Oh you don’t laugh, Dr Kieran!” She said in a mocking voice.

“Sorry nurse Danvers.”

“What would your surgeries be without us? What would your patients do without us?”

“Kara, chill! We’re not the union people, okay?” Alex laughed. “We know nurses see important, but improving the technology we have at hand to help people makes a difference too.”

“I know, but don’t play all high and mighty when- is it the hospital?” She asked when she saw Lena checking her phone and frowning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lena said simply to Kara and grabbed her bag before making her way out of the small bar near the hospital where they usually met after work.

“I know you said you’d wait to tell her, but-”

“I can’t just tell her I love her, Alex.”

“You can, and in fact you should do just that.”

“She’s just not into me like that.” She pouted. “She’s perfect and so amazing.” She groaned, looking down at her hands. “Why would a prestigious surgeon like her be interested in someone like me?”

“Because you’re great and Lena isn’t some superficial asshole who looks down on you because you’re a nurse.” She rolled her eyes. “Kara, if I’m insisting on you telling her it’s because I see you two together… the way she looks at you? That’s not friendship.” She chuckled. “You know which friend looks at me like that? My girlfriend.”

“You’re so funny.”

“I mean it, Kara. Just… tell her how you feel.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“What if she does?” She groaned, knowing the road the conversation would take if she didn’t stop Kara’s train of thought. “She’s Lena when she’s with you, and she looks at you with more than professional respect and friendship. I have my own two eyes and I see it, Kara. You have to tell her.”

“I have to find the perfect moment.”

“You guys are going to the theater tomorrow… that screams date. Tell her when you walk her home.”

“How do you know I’ll walk her home?”

“You always do. It’s your way of making sure she’s safely home.” She rolled her eyes. “Tell her… you might get lucky with a goodnight kiss, or maybe some more.” She smirked and Kara groaned and nodded for another shot to be poured for her.

[markrosewater]

Hi Mark,

My name is Isaac Holguin. I sent a detailed email regarding your work on the color pie over the years to making.magic@hotmail.com. I hope that is the correct avenue to reach out to you. I had the pleasure of being answered on this blog as well, so I thought I'd double check by contacting you here. In case the email listed isn't in service anymore, I've copied my message below. I hope this reaches you and that you're doing well. If you're able, I'd love to hear back at interactnm@gmail.com. Thanks for all you do!

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Hello Mr. Rosewater,

My name is Isaac Holguin and I'm a nurse studying leadership and education in Tucson, Arizona. Before I get into the topic of my email, I'd just like to say thank you for being a spokesperson for Magic the Gathering all these years! I've played the game since I was thirteen years old, all through college, and well into my career. Magic the Gathering has helped me make new friends and deepen bonds with people I already had in my life. Though I've stopped participating in recent years, the game will always hold a special place in my heart and I've still got an Alpha Serra Angel that is as old as I am!

One of the best memories I have from my time with Magic was diving into the color wheel breakdown series from your "Drive to Work" podcast. During my pursuit of a Bachelors in Nursing Science, I often cited the color wheel as a tool to determine personality traits and compared it to other topics in my studies. Now that I'm pursuing my Master's degree in Nursing Education, I'm interested to see if there were any references or inspirations for the development of the color pie. With the recent popularity of the Myers-Briggs assessment (16 Personalities), Ten Faces of Innovation, and other similar tools I'd like to try and adapt the color pie as a leadership/personality assessment. I understand there will be multiple steps involved to publish such a study with respect to Hasbro and Magic the Gathering as a company, but I would like to attempt to lay the foundation of this project during my studies.

The goal of this project would be to introduce an existing, incredible, fun, and easy to use tool to a vast new audience. Helping others acknowledge that all aspects of the personalities presented exist within them to some degree and can evolve over time has become a core belief for me both personally and professionally. Examples of "your greatest weakness is your greatest strength pushed too far" and the idea that the capacity for good and evil exists in any aspect of a personality are incredible insights that I haven't seen cited enough throughout my studies. My wildest hope is that this tool would be utilized in coursework for multiple professions, similar to the curriculum I'm studying now, to help future leaders reflect on their strengths and develop effective leadership styles.

In short, I hope that you're doing well and would love to hear your insights, recommendations, and references for the work you've so passionately brought to thousands of others of the years. Even if you're unable to share certain aspects of your work, I'd like you to know that your endeavors have not only brought relief and happiness to healthcare workers like me, but that you've inspired so many others to apply the lessons of fictional works to improve our reality. The lessons gained from my long history with this franchise have helped me connect to others in their most vulnerable moments, and improve their quality of life. Thank you for all that you've done, and I wish you continued success in a field you've already become an exemplary expert in.

Sincerely,

Isaac Holguin

BSN, RN

I’m always excited to hear about ways people can use the color pie outside the context of the game. I’m not sure what I can do to help you.

[theyanderespecialist]

A Comforting Darling (Scenario) Yandere Injured SCP 049 X Reader (SCP Foundation) (Part 1???)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another request and this one is for Tumblr! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!] 

(Disclaimer: You are immune to SCP 049 in this, and SCP 049 is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be gross or illegal about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Neither would be SCPS if they were real! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.) 

(Broken Limb and a Darling Nurse) 

(SCP 049)

(SCP 049's POV) 

I had broken my leg in the last breach. Now here I am tied down to the bed in the medical ward. A nurse comes in. They are stunning. They wheel over a cart and the guard tells them Not to touch me. They nodded their head and slipped on the gloves. They were thick medical grade. They got to work and started to bandage up my leg. They do not meet my eyes, but I cannot help but stare at them. 

"Fuck I need a smoke." The guard curses. "You good here?" 

They nod their head at that. "Yes, I am, I know, I know." They tell him. "Do not touch him and do not let me touch me." 

The guard leaves and they finally turn to me. Their bright shining (Eye color) eyes were so soft and kind. 

"Are you alright?" They ask me and I stare. "I know when they were looking for you it must have been scary. Also when you were all alone and injured. I am sorry that happened." 

They are slowly making my cast. I am in awe at their kindness. "I am alright, thank you, for asking me, ummm..." 

I realize I did not know their name. 

"What is your name?" I ask. 

"My name is (Name) (Last Name)." They tell me.  "What is yours?" 

"My name?" I ask them. 

"Yes, I need to know what to call you." They smile at me. 

"Just, call me doctor." I finally stare after staring at them for some time. 

"Alright, Doctor." They smile wider and Take off their gloves. "Well, your cast is done. Is there anything else you need?" 

They had unintentionally put their hand on mine. I stared at them, they did not know what would happen to them. Or What was supposed to happen to them. They did not die. Somehow... They were immune to my touch. 

"Can you just stay, hold my hand, and talk to me?" I ask them and their eyes widen. 

"Oh no!" They say and try and pull their hand away. "I was not supposed to touch you! I am so so so sorry!" 

"It is alright, darling," I tell them. I did not let their hand go. "Please stay, I-I need you," I tell them. 

They hesitate, but nod their head and continue to hold my hand. I have not had physical contact in hundreds of years. This is such a comfort and I am never letting it go. I close my eyes and let the sound of them being near, the comfort of their touch fill me. I am at peace. 

She is my comforting darling. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[Also would you like a part 2? Maybe with the foundation making reader be SCP 049's new calming tool?] 

[sherezades]

THF Season 1 Dumb Predictions

Ok, we have a lot of time to kill until the rest of the season is ready to go, so this seems like the perfect opportunity for some speculation! Here are my dumb predictions for each episode of season 1:

EP2 TRAIN FIEND

Our heroes arrive in a small town from which they can take a train to London. Maddie is forced into an action-packed chase through the train trying to stop Jonathan from throwing the head ahead of the train to see if getting run over is enough to destroy it. This is Jonathan’s Plan B. (Plan A included the train’s sadly non-existent firebox)

EP3 CONVALESCENCE

All the days of rough camping in the countryside, crappy food, and stress finally catch up to them and Maddie comes down with a cold. (Jeremy’s rage burns any virus or bacteria that dares enter his body, do you think he has time to be sick? He has work to get done, for fuck’s sake)

Jeremy: I guess I have no choice but to take care of you.

Maddie: It's rotten work.

Jeremy: Of course it is! You think I'm having a grand time playing nurse to you, when we should be on our way to the foundation and figuring out how to get rid of the ghosts of Mina and Jonathan fucking Harker? You think I want to spend any more time than strictly necessary with that creepy talking skull? You think I enjoy waking up after not realizing I'd lost consciousness and finding my hand on your hair?

EP4 FREEZER FOOD

Oh no, the head is gaining power. To appease it our protagonist have to jump through a ridiculous number of bureaucratic hoops (some they avoid with a little help from Jonathan's old pal, Judge Moneybag, some require some shady IOUs) until they manage to acquire one (1) blood bag. They hang it from a stick and dangle it in front of the head.

EP5 WILDLIFE

Everyone’s come together as a team and are hard at work to find a way to destroy Dracula, who decides to be a little more proactive. He already knows from experience that the zoos’ wolves are useless, so instead he calls to himself as many street dogs as his powers can reach. This slows the investigation down considerably because getting in and out of the building is incredibly difficult due to the astounding number of dogs gathered at the entrance begging for treats and pats on the head. Several animal welfare teams have to get involved. The foundation is accused of being a cover-up for a werewolf conspiracy.

EP6 DATA BASE

The Foundation’s team manages to remove Mina’s ghost from Maddie! Unfortunately, someone unintentionally disrupts the procedure and Mina ends up possessing a computer instead. Jonathan is very worried, but Mina is having the time of her life. With her new unlimited and super fast access to all of the Foundation’s data she works out What They Need To Do™.

EP7 TO THE LIGHTHOUSE

The season ends in Whitby, in a nightmarish remix of a beach episode. The computer Mina possessed was a desktop one, so she’s only there in spirit, Jonathan has no choice but to tag along (he wasn't allowed to pack the computer in a suitcase). There's a rehash of the run to the cemetery (by Jeremy, to save Tom), and a (literal) cliffhanger.

Reblog with your Season 1 (serious or silly) predictions!!!! I want to know what everyone else is thinking or hoping for 👀👀

[reverse1999fics]

hello tumblr user reverse1999fics. i need to know more about your thoughts on the tooth fairy/madam z divorce.

YES!!! THANK YOU!!!

Okay so like, it's more of just a silly little headcannon I have about the two but I'm determined to actually make up this whole story about the two.

Madame Z and Tooth Fairy divorced lesbians!!!

I have a feeling the two might have been in the same class as a kid, they obviously know each other in some way. Their conversation in the car felt like they were very familiar with each other.

"But reverse1999fics, Madame Z didn't know anything about Tooth Fairy's brother and what happened to him, she said it herself during the car ride home" And? So did many others. Other than Tooth Fairy and possibly the Green Lake crew (Vertin, Horrorpedia, Sonetto, Blonney, Jessica), no one knows. How do I know this? The rumors, why do you think there'd be rumors about it if everyone were to know the truth, no?

Anyways.

I feel like romance would probably be forbidden in the Foundation, the first thing on everyone's mind should be stopping the Storm, so obviously romance and crushes should be left behind.

But young love never just gets left behind, and so Madame Z and Tooth Fairy had themselves a silly little wedding one night, just themselves and little paper miche rings that broke the next day.

Before Madame Z was promoted to the position she's currently in as of the main story, I feel as though she either worked out on the field or possibly had an office job of sorts, most likely the office job. She's very intelligent and knows her way around negotiations and most importantly, people. Madame Z has a way of figuring out how people truly feel in a short amount of time. It wouldn't surprise me if she was able to figure out Tooth Fairy and her monotone actions easily.

The two might have been in the same class, as I said earlier, but since they've got such different jobs that might not be the case. So perhaps the two met at the cafeteria, or at the others job. Madame Z could easily have gotten a migraine and go to the nurses office. Tooth Fairy could easily go to the offices and ask for some files of some sort, most likely on the children to know them better.

Since romance is forbidden at the Foundation, the two would have to sneak around, finding small moments to love each other. A passing brush of the hand, hiding in the forest and kissing, sneaking into each others bunk to cuddle. My favorite idea is Madame Z using the excuse of having a headache or migraine to go to the nurses office, spending time with Tooth Fairy behind the doctors curtains.

"They seem so happy, why'd they divorce?" They couldn't continue being together. As the days went by the two found it getting harder and harder to see each other without being in public, they couldn't even cuddle anymore. Madame Z was quickly promoted to her current position and Tooth Fairy was left behind. Madame Z became busy and Tooth Fairy was left sitting in her office chair, waiting for someone to walk in.

Since they didn't really have a ring, they sort of just tried to forget about it. Madame Z in the beginning thought they were still together, but after finally being able to see Tooth Fairy in the nurses office she realized her worst nightmare had come true. Tooth Fairy had 'fallen' out of love. Quote on quote, fallen, Tooth Fairy still loved Madame Z. But with Madame Z becoming so busy with her new status she couldn't spend time with Tooth Fairy. Tooth Fairy understood how important Madame Z's work was and decided that divorcing was for the best.

The two still talk from time to time, but very rarely. The conversation they had in the car on the way from Green Lake was the longest conversation they had with each other since they broke up.

I can easily add more to this but I actually just woke up so maybe another day. Please ask about it more! I love talking about these two ❤️❤️

[oliveroctavius]

Hi, it's me again!

Do you know if there's a playlist somewhere of what music the Coffee Gang would listen to?

I feel like maybe a few artists were mentioned in the comics from what I've read so far, but I wonder if you had an inkling/headcanon/any idea what the characters would enjoy.

... Now that I'm thinking about it, the weird temporality of comics might make this an issue...

Oh this is a super fun question which I have no ready-made answer for. (If anyone reading this does have a playlist made or opinions on the subject, share 'em in the notes!)

Going by the comics timeline, I'd start with late 60s/early 70s rock and disco hits. MJ seems the most tuned into new music by way of youth culture and dance venues. Stuff by the Beatles, Beach Boys, Monkees, the Foundations, the whole top 40s list. (ASM #45/130)

Emphasis on female solo acts, maybe: MJ pulls an Aretha Franklin album from Peter & Harry's shelf, and I bet she likes Nancy Sinatra. Wherever she goes, the first thing she does is often to turn on some tunes. For the most part, she's the group tastemaker.

As for Peter, I'm guessing this ask was prompted by ASM 136:

It's a running joke that being Spidey keeps him a decade behind [current date] pop culturally. Ella Fitzgerald's career dates back to the 30s; I like to think that most of Peter's music taste + collection is inherited from Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Though humorously cynical nerd Pete might've had time to latch onto Tom Lehrer pre spider-bite, the way some modern high schoolers have a Weird Al phase.

The Osborn-Parker record collection is probably mostly Harry's, covering similar cultural territory to MJ's tastes. Maybe there's a never-opened Wagner opera in there courtesy of Norman. The girl on the cover of Hip Hug-Her always reminds me of Gwen, but I have no idea where her music taste might go. Movie soundtracks, maybe?

ASM 151 has notes on JJJ's music collection, of all people: Guy Lombardo, good lord. (And Mantovani is an orchestra conductor.)

Flash is a bit mysterious because his background took a while to fill in. In the far future of ASM 574, he listens to Tom Waits on Peter's recommendation. I was kind of nursing the headcanon that his dad kept Johnny Cash around the house and referred it to the only music for real men left in the world but rarely played any of it, until Flash got around to listening on his own and to his surprise really emotionally connected with it and reclaimed it into his own music taste...

In any case, there's a bit of music still left once Gwen leaves the scene. Kung Fu Fighting is PeterMJ's song, for one.

One of the last big nights out of the classic era is to the disco in SSM 24! This delightfully camp villainous music group is unfortunately not available on any music platforms, but KC and the Sunshine Band, the Bee Gees, the Jacksons and the Trammps certainly are.

And finally, based on this random panel whose issue I've forgotten, I like to think MJ got everyone into new wave at some point. The B-52s, Talking Heads and the Waitresses have reminded me of her. I also think her modeling connections would introduce her to the NYC weird art scene of that era, like Klaus Nomi, Grace Jones, and Laurie Anderson. By that time it would mostly be the Watson-Parker music taste, though.

Well, that's a whole lot of links to individual songs and not a coherent playlist at all, but I wanted to cover as many different bands/eras/ideas as I could work in. I'm sure I missed some though.

[delinquentbookworm]

📓👋 Hello hi~~

Heyyyy 👋

Sorry that this isn't a starbreaker thing, but one thing I do keep thinking about (and will probably never write) is a fic about what happens in Junior Year from Mazey's perspective. Just because I feel like she'd see so much happening from behind the scenes but there are also so many completely unrelated fires she has to put out, and she doesn't have context for anything, so it's impossible for her to see that there's an evil plot going on.

Also, Jace would try to get on her good side (if for no other reason than she has the ability to fire people now, and Porter gets so many complaints). Mazey's a sweet person, I think she would get along with who Jace pretends to be, and it makes me laugh to think of them as work besties who bond over a shared love of trashy reality TV or something.

So, Mazey Phaedra is a teenager who ran for student president because she thought it'd look good on college applications or whatever, and then she ends up as Acting Principal of Aguefort. Suddenly she has a full-time job on top of being a full-time student. There's a million responsibilities, like making sure all the clerics don't flunk out because they don't have a teacher, and making sure all the teachers who are still there get paid on time, there's probably some legal problems caused by Grix trying to kill a bunch of people at a music festival. And she has to do classroom observations and performance reviews, for all these faculty who are decades older than she is and have more experience than she does and probably don't take too kindly to her critiquing what they're doing. (She's pretty sure that Tiberia Runestaff hates her, at the very least.)

The budget is an absolute mess, and there are line items that are explicitly labeled 'HUSH MONEY' and 'FOR BRIBES', so the school might be breaking more laws than Mazey originally thought. She makes the mistake of opening a drawer in Arthur Aguefort's desk when she's looking for a pen, and some shrieking phantoms burst out and escape through the window. Someone is stealing material components from classrooms and healing potions from the nurse's office, but before she can deal with that, she finds out that a student adventuring party on a quest just caused a diplomatic incident in the Baronies that might destabilize the entire region, and the Council of Chosen is pissed. Jawbone is saying that way more kids are stressed out than normal and maybe the school could use a second counselor, because for the first time since he's been working there, his diary is entirely booked up, he now has a waiting list for kids to talk to him. Which, great idea, she'll just have to see if they can afford to hire someone else. Then there's a member of the Council of Chosen absolutely hounding her about shapeshifters and a girl named Wanda Childa, and Mazey has to argue against some pretty extreme surveillance measures. And then, there's talk of a Rat City under the school and when she mentions getting an exterminator in to deal with that, the druid teacher is all over her case about how the rats aren't hurting anyone. Except. You know. The structural foundation of the school.

But hey, at least she has a Vice Principal to help her with all this stuff. And Jace really does his best to talk her through all of her new responsibilities and explain what's going on, and he's kind and he's patient and he seems to be genuinely remorseful that she has been put in this situation. It really should be his job to do all this stuff, but his contract forbids him from doing it because Aguefort never changed the rules after Kalvaxus died. And Jace seems just as frustrated about that as Mazey is. But he's not frustrated at her, like some of the other teachers are. He doesn't talk down to her like the new cleric teacher does. She is so unbelievably stressed out and overwhelmed, and he seems genuinely understanding, and acts like he genuinely wants to help. So of course she warms up to him.

She still has classes during the day so a lot of her Principal stuff gets done after hours, and Jace ends up staying late to help out more often than not. She finds out that Jace and Porter are together when Porter shows up to give Jace a lift home. And honestly, finding out those two are dating is the most boring revelation that there's been all year.

One evening, while they're going through the stupid number of emails she's getting from the Council of Chosen and everyone else, Jace points out the fact that Mazey does have the authority to change the rules about what Vice Principals can do. She could make it so that he can take some of this stuff off her plate. She could even fully remove the rule that stops Vice Principals from being able to take over as the actual Principal. Which is so tempting. She considers it, she even almost does it, but then she decides that she's an Aguefort student and she's supposed to rise to an occasion, not just give up, so she commits to staying in the job until the year is over. She does hand over a few admin-type tasks, and things get a bit easier.

Every now and again there's a meeting that really can't be done outside of office hours and it clashes with a bard class she really wanted to be in, so she asks Jace to attend it on her behalf. And she realises later that he should have been teaching his own class at that time. When she checks, she finds out that he was teaching a class during that meeting. Somehow he was in two places at once.

She asks him about it and he gets this kind of panicked look on his face before admitting there're a couple of clones of him running around the school, helping him out with stuff. Which. Can he teach her how to make one of those?? That would help so much! He can't, it turns out. He tries but neither of the two spells he mashed together to make it work are bard spells, and she can't seem to map what he's saying onto her own style of magic. Still. She appreciates the fact that he tried.

TL;DR, Mazey has the most hectic, chaotic year of her life, during which time she is fully convinced Jace is the nicest person ever. And then a few months later he tries to kill her.

[petervintonjr]

"It is very inspiring to release a figure from a piece of stone or wood. Very often, I look at (the) stone or wood for a year or longer. I will have completed the piece mentally before attacking the material."

You, or someone nearby to you, are very likely carrying around a Selma Hortense Burke sculpture in your pocket at this very moment.

Born in 1900 in Mooresville, North Carolina into a family of ten, Burke attended what would eventually be known as Winston-Salem University, where she unleashed her passion for art but decided that nursing was the more practical path to follow, and became an RN in Philadelphia in 1924 at the prestigious St. Agnes School of Nursing. It might be argued that this was correct choice at the time --certainly the career of a nurse provided much greater financial stability during the Great Depression-- but ultimately Selma's interests swung back to art and in 1935 she moved to New York.

It wasn't long before the Harlem Artists' Guild found its new star sculptor and teacher, and in very short order Selma was travelling throughout Europe --not only honing her skills, but also teaching and lecturing. In 1933 she received the Harmon Foundation award, cementing her role as one of the most influential artists of the Harlem Renaissance. In 1940 she secured an M.A. (Fine Arts) from Columbia and founded the Selma Burke School of Sculpture in New York City. During World War II Selma enlisted in the U.S. Navy --one of the very first Black women to do so. While she saw no overseas action, she worked on base at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and it was while there she learned of a New Deal art competition to depict a likeness of then-President Franklin Delano Roosevelt in celebration of the "four freedoms." Burke worked for two years on a bronze relief portrait, which not only won the competition (and to this day hangs in the Recorder Of Deeds Building), but in 1946 would become the basis for a specific denomination of U.S.-issued currency.

In other words, Burke's artwork is on the U.S. dime.*

Burke's career certainly didn't stop there; in 1968 she founded the Selma Burke Art Center in Pittsburgh, which continued her mission of introducing art opportunities to disadvantaged inner-city youth. Amongst her many subjects have included likenesses of Duke Ellington, Mary McLeod Bethune (Lesson #49 in this series), and A. Philip Randolph (Lesson #68). Her work is on display at the Smithsonian, in Charlotte (significantly a nine-foot statue of Martin Luther King, which she completed in her eighties), at the Spelman College Museum of Fine Art in Atlanta, and at her beloved Winston-Salem State University. In 1979, President Jimmy Carter presented Burke with a lifetime achievement award from the Women's Caucus for Art. She died in 1995 at the impressive age of 95.

* - No, it wasn't John Sinnock --even the U.S. Mint now acknowledges this plagiarism. Credit-stealing was and is still a thing, with Black artists.

[mmfan1]

@kehlana-wolhamonao3 and @autumnrose11, thank you so much for tagging me for the six sentences of Sunday challenge. So here is a Tuesday contribution.

This is a random idea. Mary and Matthew have not yet met, it’s 1922, Mary is a recent widow with a son, who is the heir to Downton. Matthew is a widower, having lost his wife to the Spanish Flu, shortly after their wedding 3 years ago.

Matthew did not know what he was doing at this London club. He was not known for frequenting any social establishments since the war and the death of his lovely sweet Lavinia. He had buried himself in his work and when Reggie Swire, his father in law and partner in Swire and Crawley, passed and left him all his worldly goods, which turned out to be quite the fortune, he further enveloped himself in the Firm and now managing his vast wealth. He was in the process of setting up a foundation to memorialize both Lavinia and Reggie, but he had not quite selected which charities would benefit from Reggie’s fortune.

So what was he doing here? Matthew had come with several of the solicitors from his law firm to celebrate the closing of a profitable deal they had brokered. These new clubs were all the rage and he had felt obliged to indulge his staff who had worked so hard. As his employees danced to the sounds of the new jazz band from America, Matthew, sitting at a table nursing one of those new cocktails, noticed a group over at the next table. Several women and men ranging from 20’s to perhaps even 50’s dressed for the evening, though no two appeared to be a couple.

Only one of the women wore a wedding band. And that was a pity. She was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She looked nothing like his Lavinia, but she was intriguing. Dark brown tresses, elegantly worn up, very aristocratic! When she stood, he could see that she had a sleek beautiful figure. And then she looked at him and he saw the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. He locked eyes with her, the most magnificent women he had ever seen, but quickly looked away. The feeling was too powerful, too intense, he had never felt anything like it before.

[demcnsinmymind]

Updated possession/Azzy/cult lore!

First of all, I've modified my docs a bit and got rid of some things on there + added some new info, some of which I'm gonna put in a couple of bullet points below the cut if anyone's interested

biggest change :

much less HPL lore. Azzy is the only thing to have ever talked to Lance through the walls, and the only thing to possess him, just the way it's supposed to be

I now added to the lore that Lance actually died to the basement attack at least for a short amount of time, and that this is the reason that tear truly ripped right through and why Az was able to slip right in. Boy was born in 1968 and vanished in 2003. He simply cannot have died in 1948 and it's such a huge clusterfuck paradox that created itself and timeloop mumbo jumbo here it is being able to stay inside him

I play more hardcore into the fact that Friedkin wasn't some sorta evil genius muahaha mastermind kind of torturer who had it all figured out with a grand ole god and everything. My idea is : his son died in the war. He went insane. He thought he could somehow use a body of one of the messed up souls inside his hospital, one nobody was going to miss anyway, as a vessel to bring his son back. Heavily inspired by the canon line from Lance : "he opened a gateway. he took the real world and the spirit world and smashed them together and that tore a hole in the building". Just like in canon, friedkin experimented on patients and tried to turn them into shells. The funniest thing is that it worked, but instead of his son coming back, other things snuck in and stole the limelight, most notably Azzy.

Friedkin just created a cult based around death and resurrection yada yada. My NPC char Brenda Peterson however went completely off the rails when she saw first hand that the idea in itself worked when Lance was possessed by Azzy on that table right before her, reality started to collapse, she was killed and came back as a fucked up demon nurse, and everything just went utterly fuck all chaotic and insane, something that she ended up loving. Unlike Friedkin, she eventually was no longer interested in just bringing a random dude back from the dead. She's full on after Azathoth and thinks that if she can become its bestie and 'free' it by killing Lance and giving it his full body, it'll in return bless her with a cooler/crueler afterlife too. She actually founded the cult of Azathoth on the foundation of Friedkin's work and initial cult, and brought along the teachings and ideas all the way along her family legacy back to the 2000s in my NPC char Andromeda

just general quick shoutout that I'm totally downgrading Friedkin on purpose because this asshole hURT my bOY and he more than deserves to be sit in the shadows of some cooler women mkay

So in general, the cult and all NPCs/players are just a huge, funny little mess with agendas that do not match up in any direction whatsoever: Azathoth couldn't give less of a shit about its own cult and kinda wants most of them dead because they wanna hurt thE Boy, Friedkin was only ever interested in brainwashing and turning people/Lance into a suitable vessel for his son's spirit and maybe experimenting on people in general because he was a dick, the Peterson family turned this basic idea into a fullblown doomsday armageddon death cult that no one other than them and their brainwashed minions have any real interest in whatsoever, and Lance just wants to freaking vibe with his new 'friend' and go the fuck home and be done for the day

Some things that I haven't quite put on the pages yet: Azathoth overall remains a completely OP demonic outergod as it is in its original canon. All the time and space and insanity blasting powers stuff remains. But just in general, it isn't quite such a hardcore sleepy idiot. It isn't outright evil and it isn't good, just very chaotic and unpredictable and with a very specific agenda of its own, just like Collingwood was show in GE canon. I mean if you really think about it and something I continue to enjoy the hell out of - there really wasn't ever any clarification what exactly it was and wanted. Just that it was all sorts of fucked up and wanted 'more'. That is a keeper.

[bonnie-barstow-of-flag]

@avictimofthejazz

While not the most serious injury he has ever received, that prize going to being shot in the head on two different occasions and living to tell the story, breaking his arm is somehow the most annoying injury Michael has ever received. For a man who likes to do everything on his terms, having his dominant arm in a sling is really cramping his style. Now even getting dressed is a chore, and Devon has confined him to the Foundation grounds for the next two weeks. Once that stint in purgatory passes, the doctors will re-evaluate Michael’s injuries and decide if he is fit to return to light duty. Devon had breezily assured him that it would be fine, and he should not complain so much. After all, was Michael not the one always trying to go on vacation? Michael quickly retorted that sitting around with a broken arm was hardly a real vacation. A vacation was when he got to go off and do fun things… not wander around the Foundation for two weeks, and get roped into putting papers in filing cabinets. The other downside of his situation is that basic daily acts, like tying his shoes, have become almost impossible. He is not sure how Bonnie got assigned the role of nurse’s aide (not that he is complaining, of course), but his best idea is either that the mechanic lost a bet, or Devon ordered her to do it since Michael occasionally listened to her… at least more-so then April or some of the other people at the Foundation. While he milked Bonnie’s attention for the first few days, by now he has transitioned into the ‘bored’ stage of recovery, and is itching to hit the road again. He also realizes he really needs to start looking more presentable… otherwise an overly jumpy guard might mistake him for Garthe Knight one evening, and start a security event. While being mistaken for an intruder might give him something new to do, Michael also does not want to be shot by someone assuming he is that creep Garthe. Therefore, getting a proper shave is becoming imperative… and Bonnie is the best woman for the job, despite what she seems to think.

“Come on Bonnie,” He huffs, “Do you really think I’m going to ask Devon to help me? That’d just be embarrassing… and I wouldn’t trust RC3 around my throat with a razor. Now I don’t think he’d kill me, but he does tend to get distracted. The last thing I need are more injuries pairing with this arm of mine!” Plopping himself down on the counter, he studies her as he absently rubs at his sling. “It’s not really that different from any other kind of shaving… and I have dated enough women to know you all have razors on hand too. Just, you know, don’t shave off my eyebrows or something weird.”

The delicate lower-curve of her lower-lip is drawn sheepishly betwixt the brunette's teeth at his goading. Usually poised hands suddenly seem to have adopted the faintest hints of quavering as she eyes his face and then the razor encompassed by her fingers.

Barstow swallows, fearfully. A pang of anxiety echoes in the chamber of her chest when his ENTREATING azures manage to find her more skittish eyes. "Well, no, but--" Her words cut off in shelter of her next breath. The cybernetic tech supposed, that under the circumstances, she WAS his best option; even if Devon WOULD have more experience with this.

Yet, what if she slipped? What if she horribly disfigured him? Or nicked him with the blade? Knight's face is far too alluring to be etch-a-sketched up with bloodied scrapes. "That's what I'm afraid of," she softly confesses. "That I'll hurt you--" She murmurs in confession. Working on humans was far LESS forgiving than operating on the undercarriage of Kitt. There, a few dings and scratches would do relatively little harm. And her hands--- OH- Bonnie glances down at them again briefly, and feels a tinge of shame, for they're abhorrently calloused instead of smooth like Kitt's molecularly bonded shell.

"It's-- its not?" She muses in confusion when Michael insists that it's not entirely different from other forms of shaving. His next commentary causes her to erupt with laughter. "No one would mistake you for Garthe that way, would they?" Picturing him without eye-brows brings another fit of laughter rumbling through her chest, despite her best efforts given towards composure. "I'd have to draw some on with my schematics pen. Depending on my mood, you might end up with angry brows--"

She clears her throat in an effort to steady herself. "Alright. Here goes nothing. And Michael," she breathes out quite patiently, "do hold still." She cautiously instructs, placing the shaving cream down to turn on the spigot to warm water. Once the flow reaches desirable temperature, she works some of the cream into her hands. Using her fingers, she begins to lather up his prickly face. His skin is decidedly warm. So warm, it nearly brings the mechanic to sweat.

Bonnie can't remember the last time she gazed so intently upon his countenance. The close proximity alone is nearly INTOXICATING. "A-- are you still SURE that you want to TRUST me with this?" She asks, having rubbed the foam over his face and down the length of his throat. Her heart BATTERS the side of her rib-cages with a desperation almost UNFELT before as she peers into his all-too-lustrous eyes. The unbidden urge to KISS him stirs inside of her and she STRAINS to cave to the impulse. Knight requires her HELP, not her distraction; no matter how tempting such a distraction could be.

[ewan-mo]

Mo had a dream

20th September 2023

The youngest student at the workshop; 2 months old. Son of Brenda, Community MH nurse, he is just 2 months old. He’s called Zion. And very advanced, of course.

At breakfast today I decided to have avocado. Because I could, because it’s good for me, and because we normally eat quite a bit of it at home.

Our menu here tends to be based on common Ugandan everyday foods, hence yesterday’s liver and cooking banana and today’s avocado.

Ewan began the day’s programme with a snowball exercise. 2-3 people discuss first, then they join another group to become 6 and so on. Each time the group has to decide on its ‘top 3’ – in this case, their top three things learnt as a result of the partnership with Jamie’s Fund. Great to read their results. I was not surprised, but I was moved, to hear mention of loving our patients, and other similar sentiments 

Long ago in Malawi, I was surprised and upset to find that the PrivateNotForProfit hospitals, which were mostly faith based, wouldn’t care for any patients with mental illness. While in government service we were developing community mental health care and reducing the population of the mental hospital, the mission hospitals were saying “We don’t do this.”

We asked a question of the Christian Medical Fellowship in UK as to why should this be? That led to a consultation: “Should faith based health institutions provide mental health services?”

An international conference followed in 1998: Developing Mental Health: a Challenge to the Churches. We brought participants from five continents - mental health workers, their managers and their bishops, and had a wonderful week in a conference centre in England. 

By then I had a dream: that faith-based hospitals, especially in low-income countries, would develop community mental health services, and offer love and commitment to this group of people who are so often stigmatised, rejected and outcast.

Working in Jamie’s Fund in Uganda, my dream has come true. Our young colleagues here have a shining vision to make things better in mental health, and they are transforming lives. They also love to learn and we are having such a good week with them.

Second on today’s agenda I presented Trauma Matters, prepared by our good friend Helen, a Liverpool psychiatrist. We were all looking forward to her first visit to Uganda – and so was she, but late in the day illness stopped that happening. Interesting presenting other people’s powerpoint! But I already knew that she and I had were of the same tribe, had concerns and values in common, and that it was a privilege to present her work. 

After lunch our colleague Sudaat told us about a new syndrome “Shake Shake”. Every so often these slightly odd presentations crop up, often in boarding schools, looking like some weird neurological disease. As far as I know, they never are, but are usually due to underlying stress and the girls ‘catch’ it from each other. You won’t be surprised to hear that in ShakeShake the girls’ legs shake.

Some of our colleagues had asked for screening tools to give them a straightforward and speedy way to assess those patients in medical clinics who come with physical symptoms but appear to have nothing wrong with them. So we talked about screening principles and got them doing translations of one such tool into local languages. Much hilarity ensued. Keeping control was like herding cats.  

We took a group photo with the banner of the the Diversity Foundation behind the group.  Diversity Travel have been very generous in their support to Jamie’s Fund and have paid about half the cost of this work shop for which we are very grateful..

Ewan enjoys data. Don’t drown in data, turn it into information!  Kuule from Bwindi and Lamet from Mukono, both very able and visionary mental health clinicians, joined Ewan to show how it could be done. Kuule and Ewan have recently spent a considerable time preparing a research paper on this very subject, which shows how the number of patients attending mental health clinics around Bwindi has increased as more clinics have been opened as a result of training of clnical staff  in basic mental health care, sponsored by JF.  The only officially required figures are for the clinic attendances rather than how an individual attends.  Just looking at the number of attendances doesn't tell you about the size of pool of patients or if individuals are attending regularly for follow up. You need this to be able to manage your service effectively.

Supper as usual and early bed.

[jerzwriter]

oooh here's a couple questions from the get to know you ask! 🌻

11. what are 3 values that you appreciate the most?

24. do you have a favorite place?

(throwing this one in here too bc I'm about to buy myself some new skincare as a treat and I'm curious if you have favs lol)

favorite skincare products?

Thanks so much for asking, lovely!

11. What are 3 values that you appreciate the most?

I answered this one here, but if it's OK, I'd like to name 3 more.

Equity: Here is how it is defined by an organization I belong to, and this resonates with me: "Equity derives from a concept of social justice. It represents a belief that there are some things which people should have, that there are basic needs that should be fulfilled, that burdens and rewards should not be spread too divergently across the community, and that policy should be directed with impartiality, fairness and justice towards these ends." Honestly - this is the lens through which I view the world.

Service: Contributing to the welfare of others; acting in the interest and working toward the betterment of all. Selflessness.

Curiosity: The ability to question the status quo and not take things at face value. Digging deeper and finding underlying meanings. I think this is essential, especially in a word so eager to control our minds.

24. Do you have a favorite place?

I answered that one here, too. But there are others. When I was a child, it was napping on my grandmother's couch. I love riding on trains, and planes too (especially if they're not overly crowded lol). I love New York City, Washington, DC and Boston. But honestly, my home state of NJ has my heart and it's filled with many of my favorite places. :)

Favorite skincare products?

OK I'm obsessed. lol BUT I'm low maintenance at the same time. I also have really good skin (always have) and I'm often thought to be a a lot younger than I am. With that said, I think that's more genetics than products, but these are some of my favorites.

OK - everyone will tell you this is the worst thing in the world. No one uses it and my friends mock me for it, but I swear by Noxeema for a face cleaner. (Did I mention, I have great skin? lol) I don't know if it's Noxeema, but when I was a kid a nurse who I loved (and who was so beautiful) told me that's all she ever used, and to this day, I've never found anything I like better.

Kiehl's Ultra Face Toner is the next step. Love this stuff.

I swear by Clinique for all things moisture and foundation. But some of my favorites are All About Eyes Serum Depuffing, the entire Even Better line, that's for moisturizers and make up. I know this is technically make up, but I am so in love with these two foundations, I'd marry them if they would propose:

Like I FREAKING LOVE THEM.

Thank you for this fun ask! Sending some to you, answer only if you wish! :)