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eros7hanatos · 10 months ago

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➽ Things NXX members do when you get sick

Warnings: established relationships, character and reader live together, pure fluff, SFW, reader doesn’t have to be Rosa, gn reader

Word count: 754

A/N: some fluff to clear my thoughts and make me less stressed TT, I’m in love with all of them.

Luke Pearce

A little panicked, as soon as you stumbled out of your room to go on about your day, your face flushed for no apparent reason he yelped, “No way you’re going anywhere today! You’re staying at home and recovering!”

Literally rushes to the convenience store nearby to buy you medicine. You wake up from your nap to see him drenched in sweat with a plastic bag in his hand and a smile on his face.

Knows your favorite foods that you eat when you're sick and tries his best to make it but, well, he’s not the best cook. So he buys some instead.

He makes sure that you take your medicines on time and always stays by your side.

Drowns you in hugs and kisses, no matter what you say or do can make him stop. “Luke! You’re going to get sick as well!” he continues to drown you in love and affection.

Such a cutie, trying his best to take care of you. Cheers you up by telling stories, either from his past or funny stories of you guys.

Artem Wing

Immediately pulls you back to bed as soon as he feels your temperature. “You have a fever. You need to stay home and rest.”

A lot calmer than Luke or Marius.

Has basic medicine at home, since he’s a workaholic he takes medicine and works from home. Quickly drives to the nearest convenience store to buy more medicine, if needed. He won’t do anything like that to you though. Insists you stay in bed.

Offers to clear up work or studies for you if on a deadline or urgent.

Home cooked meals, he’s a great cook, I just know it.

Such a serious and worried cutie, tries his best to help. Offers his arm for support wherever you go and feeds you water every 30 minutes.

Vyn Richter

Notices something is off almost instantly. “You don’t look so well.” “I’m fine.” after a few moments of silence, and of him inspecting you, “You’re sick. You need to rest.”

Definitely the calmest in the group. I mean he’s a doctor. Psychiatrist, but he still has the general medical knowledge.

Has ALL the medicine you need, throat lozenges? check. Tylenol for headaches? check. No convenience store run for him.

Brews you herbal tea depending on your symptoms and omg are they delicious and cures your sore throat almost instantaneously. Reminds you to take your medicine on time, never misses one.

Acts as an actual doctor in hopes of cheering you up, “It seems like you’ve been overworked for too long, too much stress. I prescribe you 3-5 days of rest.” “Yes, Dr. Richter~” you play along, having fun.

Marius von Hagen

At first he panicked when he felt your body rising in temperature. “Ah! Jiejie, why’re you so hot?” You laugh at his wording, even if your throat hurts. “I know I’m hot, but thanks for the reassurance” you tease him back. “You have a fever, Jiejie!” he says, touching your forehead, ignoring what you just said.

Such a drama queen. Has Payton bring every single medicine they could find in that huge mansion of his as well as send Payton to go buy every single medicine on the shelf of the nearby convenience store.

Was about to call the ambulance, which you refused of course, “It’s just a fever! Rest and water is all I need!” He insists on driving you to the hospital. After a talk with Payton, both of you begging Marius that it’s not that bad, he reluctantly agrees.

He contacts AT LEAST 3 doctors to come immediately to treat you. All of this makes you even more tired, you decide to lie down and take a break from all of his… worried actions…

He finally finds you in his room, all wrapped up and sleeping. He stays by your side the whole time, offering help when not even needed.

“Where are you going?” “To the toilet.” “Let me help.” He helps bring you to the toilet, just as you step inside he doesn’t leave. You raise an eyebrow. “Um?” “I can help!” “I don’t need help anymore! I can pee by myself!” “but-” “Marius, get out!” ”forgive him. He just worries about you <3

Once you get better though, ohoho, he’s teasing you about this every chance he gets. You soon miss the quiet days of your fever and how he was always worried and listening to you. Now he’s back to his teasing and antics.

#Tears of Themis #Luke pearce #artem wing #Vyn richter #marius von hagen #xiayan #zuoran #moyi #lujinghe #luke pearce x reader #artem wing x reader #vyn richter x reader #marius von hagen x reader #tears of themis x reader #NXX members

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writing-whump · 4 months ago

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Bad careraker

Needed a break from the drama, so have some Dylan with indigestion and Rip having no idea what to do about it.

When Dylan came home from his emergency hospital call from his sister, it was already late afternoon.

Rip spent the day polishing the kitchen, trying to manage the chaos Dylan left in his wake. Dylan was messy even on a good day, but when he got into something—like digging out his boxing gear or work-out equipment Rip couldn’t identify—their living room turned into a disaster zone.

Forced to live in less-than-clean environments in the last years, Rip cherished the chance to take care of this place—sweeping, dusting, mopping the floors—and he was practically in love with the dishwasher! It was the coolest thing, aside from actual clean plates without splitters that weren't plastic or from the garbage.

Plus, he felt like he was contributing something. Moving around the place was safe, and he could feel himself managing more and more on his feet every day. Which was good cause keeping up with Dylan's fast pace of ruining his work was a worthy challenge.

How Dylan functioned in that mess when he didn't have to was beyond Rip's reality.

When Dylan arrived, his shoes went, of course, flying in two different directions. He discarded his sweaty shirt on the floor as he went, then collapsed in the middle of the sofa in the living room. "Ugh, that was horrible."

Rip had to work hard to contain his annoyance to twitching eyebrows. "Hi to you, too."

Dylan buried his face into the tiny pillow on the sofa with a long-suffering sigh.

"How did it go?"

"Didn't find out much. Just Sel crying her eyes out and everyone being super secretive. God forbit someone finds out Isaiah was sick."

Rip raised his eyebrows, bracing his hands on the kitchen island that offered good view into the living room. Must have been something serious if it got the Executioner into a hospital. Especially one that had such extensive medical knowledge. Something even he couldn't handle?

"I have never seen her like that." Dylan turned his head to the side, facing the turned-off TV. "Or I did, but like an eternity ago. Not since when she came to my room to cry about some bullying classmate or some shit. She was 12."

Rip rubbed the back of his head, not sure if that was information Dylan should be sharing with a stranger. "Will they...ehh, be okay?"

"Should be coming home soon. Honestly, I don't get the drama, he's got a shadow and is healing up. What could be so bad? Touchy wolves and their invulnerability crap."

Rip wondered if he should remind him that Dylan was a wolf too. It was funny to watch how he sometimes counted himself among humans without thinking.

Dylan's cheeks suddenly puffed out and he burped loudly. "Ughhh. My stomach's killing me."

Rip cringed. "What did you eat?'

Dylan turned to the side, so he could rub at his middle with a grimace. "Took Sel to McDonalnds. I completely forgot about how greasy that food is. Didn't eat stuff like that for months."

Rip's gaze went to the collection of protein shakes and vitamins that covered the cupboards next to the sink. Dylan was surprisingly aware of his health, on a diet to grow his muscles and aid his gym efforts. It was hard to meet someone that obsessed with himself. "Why would you do that, then?"

"Cause I forgot, that's why! Had like two burgers, chicken nuggets and fries....and the one more, cause we were waiting on empty and it was getting weird." He opened his mouth with another loud burp, his stomach churning aggressively. "Damn, it's really brewing in there."

Once again, Rip was at a loss for words in the face of Dylan's unashamed openness.

"s gonna ruin my streak too," Dylan said mournfully as he lifted himself up into a sitting position, swallowing heavily.

"Why is that so strickt?"

Dylan gave him a glare. "You are not gonna get sixpack from McDonalds and chocolates, man. And I need to look good on videos if I want sport and vitamin companies to sponsor me." He looked terribly pleased with himself. "I'm gonna make thousands of euroes from being an infleuncer on TikTok with his physique, you just watch."

Rip would be glad to watch if he knew what TikTok was. Dylan forced his old Samsung on him but Rip got easily overwhelmed by the number of apps installed there. Didn't help Dylan's teaching skills encompassed zero patience. Just as short his attention span. This online genration.

Dylan groaned, kneading into his stomach with both hands. That worked up a string of loud belches.

Rip scrunched his nose. "Really, man?"

"What? It's helping."

"Is it?" Rip said dryly. Dylan was getting paler by the second, swallowing frantically. Rip stepped closer to the sofa, and sure enough, he could hear loud, upset gurgles through the whole living room. "Maybe you should lie down or something."

"You don't lie down with indigestion, stupid. Sitting up is supposed to help." His stomach gave another growl again, like a cornered wolf.

"...are you gonna hurl?"

Dylan winced, glaring indignant daggers at Rip. "No. Just feel sick is all."

"That's what that usually entails."

Dylan gulped again, breathing through his teeth. "Do we have something for it?"

"Huh? We?"

"Yeah," Dylan said sullenly. "Sel always has drops or tea or some digestion enzyms at hand."

Rip shrugged, never having any of that ever, not to mention at hand.

"What about coke or tea?"

"Man, I don't do the shopping." He hadn't been outside since the stabbing. Saving that up for later, after Isaiah promised to see over his shadow and figure out what he should do to interact with people normally. His only contact outside was Dylan. "I can get you water?"

"Water? Geez-buurp-thanks, no thanks." Dylan cradled his belly gently, a shiever rocking his spine as his jaw snapped up with another wet burp. "I really don't...feel good."

"What about you go to the bathroom so you don't make a mess?" Rip suggested in irritation.

"I'm not...not gonna throw up," Dylan protested but dragged himself clumsily to his feet, arm wrapped tightly around his stomach. Now that he was standing Rip could see how bloated it was, skin stretched around a giant ball instead of the usual toned muscles.

The black haired wolf followed after Dylan. He didn't really want to be around, he wasn't sure what to do, but it also didn't feel right to just leave him to it. Not when Dylan had been so crazy about helping him at every turn.

Dylan didn't get far, bracing against the kitchen sink as his throat bobbed, working out another burp. He shook his head and grimaced queasily. "Not sitting right. Really wants to fight its way out of there."

"Less talk and more moving," Rip said, cause this was looking too close for comfort. He tugged at Dylan's hand just when the brown-haired retched emptily over the sink.

"See? Hurry up. Sink is gonna be a hassle to clean."

"Y-you are so mean, anyone told you that?" Dylan whined, but let Rip pull him away and towards the bathroom.

Rip felt a stab of guilt and defensive anger. Why was Dylan making such a big deal about a little nausea? Was his own fault for eating crap he knew he shouldn't.

Dylan stumbled in front of the toilet and moaned pathetically towards the water, hands shaking as he grabbed the rim for support.

Rip made a move to leave, then bit his lip at the pitiful whine. Dylan was so dramatic. "What now? Anything else you want?"

"Jerk," Dylan said, spitting into the toilet. His belly gave a loud gurgly moan that ended in a deep rumbling belch towards the water. "Oh, that hurts."

"Where is your fighting spirit," Rip said bitingly, but turned back to stand over Dylan. What was his role supposed to be in this? Dylan obviously wanted something, making such a scene out of it, but Rip couldn't figure out what.

"T-hink the f-fries are winning this round," Dylan wheezed. His shoulders hitched as he retched, but only another burp came up.

"Let it happen already. Geez, you make a big deal out of this," Rip said, rolling his eyes. He was close enough to get the stench from Dylan's unmuffled burps.

Dylan lurched forward suddenly, a wet burp bringing up a small gush of puke. The next heave came right after, a much thicker wave of yellowy mush.

Rip grimaced and looked away, but Dylan's loud retches and throaty burps didn't leave much to imagination.

Dylan was holding onto the rim of the toilet with both hands, a long string of saliva hanging from his mouth. There were little tears of strain sliding down his cheeks and he was sniffling.

"That it?" Rip asked, reaching over to hand him a bunch of toilet paper. "Nothing to be so shaky over, come on."

Dylan lowered his head, lips quivering as he wiped his face. Rip flushed the toilet, still standing over him.

"C-could you get me some water?"

Rip scoffed. "Now he wants water. Honestly, you don't look like you can keep it down yet. Let's not waste it."

That had Dylan's head snapping up, cheeks all red. "You are such an asshole, it's not a waste-"

Rip sighed and drummed his fingers gently over Dylan's back. Dylan's eyes glazed over and he turned back over the bowl sharply as it worked up another burp.

The next one brought a new splatter of sick though.

Rip chuckled at how well that worked. "There you go. Just get it out."

#sickfic #emeto #vomiting #indigestion #hurt/comfort #Dylan #my writing #werewolf wip

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ariadnes-red-thread · 2 years ago

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TCW Hospital AU Headcanons

In honor of Nurses’ Week, and because I’ve been thinking about this since @abandoned-by-destiny told me about their Grey’s Anatomy AU, I’m posting my unrelated headcanons about the clones as healthcare workers.

*this isn’t Grey’s Anatomy/House/The Good Doctor. This is based on my experiences as a nurse so don’t be so surprised if it doesn’t fit the medical drama narrative (aka nurses/RTs exist). Also, prepare for my biases as a MICU nurse.

THE NURSES

Hardcase - ED nurse

Cut-up - ED Nurse

Boil - ED Nurse

Our chaotic men. If it’s messy but needs to be done, they’ll do it. They may seem carefree or even occasionally heartless but that’s called coping. They have the nastiest (and most fun) sense of humor and they are always up for whatever rolls through the door.

Waxer - NICU Nurse

Not even Hunter adopted a child faster. This man is a NICU nurse.

Echo- CTICU > Critical Care NP, Perfusionist, or CRNA

You want to play by the rules? Be an ICU nurse, and not just any ICU nurse. CTICU nurses are renowned for letting you know they’re CTICU nurses but that’s because they’re some of the most knowledgeable and focused healthcare workers out there. There’s not a damn thing about ECMO that Echo doesn’t know and I totally see him going on to get a second degree, either one that gives him a greater depth of knowledge or one that gives him more autonomy in his practice.

Fives - MICU

Being a MICU RN is kind of a Jack of all trades but master of none. Fives is disciplined enough to focus on the mission and passionate enough to care for the some of the sickest patients in the hospital. He’s also creative enough to figure out how to jerry-rig a decompression system from nasal trumpet or to make his finicky CRRT machine run, even on the most septic of patients.

Jesse -STICU

You want action? Jesse knows where to find your action. MVA, GSW, Fresh Liver Tx galore. It takes the leadership and determination that we all know Jesse has to care for these patients. He’s also stubborn enough to fight a surgeon.

***All of the ARCs also double as Resource/RRT Nurses, meaning if there’s a code or someone decompensating anywhere in the hospital, they’ll show up to help.

Hevy - Relief ICU Charge Nurse

Hevy doesn’t want the leadership role but he’ll take it on if he has too. One thing he’ll never do is let his fellow nurses drown.

Rex - ICU Charge Nurse

Rex had leadership thrust on him but he never shied away from it. He’ll fight an attending or a family member to protect his patients and his nurses. He’s got more critical care knowledge and experience than half of the doctors in any room and the attendings know that when Rex is speaking, they need to listen.

THE DOCTORS

Kix - Critical Care Fellow

Kix CARES. He’s always looking out for his men. He hasn’t been around long enough to be burnt out and he’s besties with all the nurses. He’s a wealth of knowledge and when it comes down to it, he’s the one you go to when your R2 is being a dick and he’s the one you want him around if your patients are dying

Tup - R1 leaning towards Critical Care or Emergency Medicine Specialty

Tup is a little green around the ears but he’s got guts and isn’t afraid to come up with a plan. He knows how to rely on those around him and is ready to jump right into the action

Gregor - Emergency Attending

The ED is a circus and Gregor is a ringleader. He thrives on the chaos of it and knows how to take whatever comes through the door in stride and with a tactical efficiency,

Cody - Pulm/MICU Attending

When it comes to the mission, Cody is no-nonsense. His vast knowledge and experience is humbling to work with and he’s always teaching something new to his residents. He knows the nursing staff and who he can rely on but when a code happens, he’s in charge. He’ll kick someone out of the room or cric a patient bedside without hesitation. He’s a fearless practitioner for a reason - because he’s smart enough and experienced enough to be - and it shows.

Wolffe - TACS or Anesthesia Attending

Sure from the outside, Wolffe seems rough. He’ll roll his eyes at a resident in rounds and if a nurse asks him for something he thinks is stupid, he’ll be sure to let them know. But at his core, he’s an experienced and talented provider, and if you can get through that outer shell and earn his respect, you’ve made an ally for life

Hunter - Interventional Radiologist

Radiology is an art. A misread scan can mean deadly mistakes but that’s something Hunter never has to worry about. He’s also skilled enough with a knife to preform delicate surgeries under fluoro

Wrecker - Orthopedic Surgeon

There’s a stereotype that Ortho is the specialty where all the pre-med athletes end up… and there’s some truth to that. Wrecker is passionate about strength and body mechanics so it only makes sense that would translate to his practice. Plus, if someone needs a joint repair or replacement, you want a doctor working on it who is precise enough to dismantle a bomb

OTHER ROLES

Tech - Lead Respiratory Therapist

If I’ve learned anything from being an ICU nurse, it’s that a good RT makes or breaks your care. Vents are complicated and having someone who knows their way around one can save your patient’s life. Tech has a way with technology and when you have that ARDS patient that’s ready to code but still needs a CT, you’re hoping he’s your RT.

Crosshair - Flight Nurse

Crosshair is a bit of a cowboy. He does things on his own and doesn’t like to be told what to do. That doesn’t always make for the best bedside manner or gentlest care and he’s okay with that. But he is resourceful and knows his shit. He will do anything he has to to make sure his patient lives from point a to point b.

The Dark Side

Palatine - CEO

Dooku - CFO

Krell - CNO

I will not be explaining these ones except to say fuck healthcare admin and fuck “Nurses’ Week”. Pay hospital staff appropriately instead of giving them stupid trinkets and childish appreciation weeks. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

#may delete this later idk #aria rambles #aria’s headcanons #aria’s inner thoughts #tcw star wars #clone Wars au #healthcare #clones as healthcare workers #clones as nurses #clones as doctors #clones as RTs

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calyxthenerd · 11 months ago

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Aight so crazy stuff that happened in Violetta and Soy Luna:

Gregorio breaking into the studio on several occasions

Luna's parents getting arrested

Violetta being pushed down the stairs

Maxi's flirting shennanigans in S1

Ámbar burning down Jam and Roller

The Roxy and Fausta plot

Everything Jade and Matias did

The whole Sol Benson plot, just everything about it, was pretty crazy

The fact that Tino and Cato more or less knew the entire time about everything but were too stupid to realize it

Eva and Ada. The end.

Hope you like it (fair warning though, I have multiple versions of canon in my head, so if something seems inconsistent, that’s why)

“So yeah, I broke into my old job’s building sometimes, and there was this kid, really weird kid, who thought I was a goblin or something, but then I blackmailed him into doing my dirty work, fun times”

“Uh, dad, the new applicant just asked where the bathroom was” but it was too late, the poor pianist was already running out of the building, before Gregorio or Diego could react further

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“And then, my parents’ boss, who was also my aunt, framed my parents and my grandpa for forgery of a bunch of paintings, but my best friend’s mom is a lawyer, so they managed to get out of it, but then…” she goes on to finish the whole story of her family drama, up until Sharon being admitted to the mental hospital “and that is all my family drama”

The horrified interview manages to pull themselves together after a few, long and awkward, minutes and says “that was all for today’s segment of ‘the truth behind the wheels’ thanks for tunning in and I’ll see you next week!” Before making a bunch of gestures for the cameraman to cut

“So, how did I do? This was my first solo interview” Luna asked innocently

“It was… something, though, can I give you some advice, public figure to public figure?” Luna nods “Don’t go sharing everything about your private life on the air, luckily this is a recording, so I can bribe- uh, I mean ask the editing crew to cut most of that out, do you have anything specifically you want me to keep? We’re only keeping one of the… annecdotes you shared”

“Oh, okay, I guess I have some stuff to learn about being on the public eye, and you can keep the part about me being my parents’ boss’ previously thought dead niece, since this is pretty much common knowledge already”

“Alright, thanks for coming today, Luna, we’re going to release the interview in three days”

“Oh yeah, I have a friend who works here, they’re actually organizing a viewing party with all our friends and the friends she made while she was part of a channel with another one of our friends, before she came to work with you guys”

“Oh right, Carbajal, wasn’t it? She’s very known around the office, quite a fiery type, that one” she chuckled

“She is, but we love her anyways” just then, Luna’s phone goes off and she grabs it “Oh, I have to go, my boyfriend is picking me up to have dinner with a couple of friends” she says, starting to walk away

“That’s wonderful, have a good double date, darling” she waved at Luna, who waved back before leaving

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“So, for this we need your medical history, any allergies, previous injuries, etc” said the stage manager

“I don’t know why you need my allergies for stunt training, but okay, I only have a minor shrimp one, and talking about injuries, the only one I can remember was that one time I was pushed down a flight of stairs and I’m pretty sure I was concussed, and a minor sprained ankle, funnily enough, also from falling down stairs” she huffed out a laugh

The man spluttered “I-I’m sorry, what? You were pushed down a flight a stairs? Now I need to know the story, you always have the craziest ones, Vilu”

“Oh, yeah, my life is pretty wild, when you think about it, so, the thing is- have I told you about Priscilla, Lu’s mom?”

“I think you did, she was the second last of your dad’s failed ‘weddings’ right? The one that ended up in the mental hospital?”

“That’s the one, anyways, she didn’t want anyone to know that she was clinically insane, because she had this weird obsession with dad, but she hated me, because I was too ‘improper’ and Angie because my dad had this weird thing with her, i don’t want to remember their wedding, worst. day. ever, anyways, Priscilla, I was gonna tell dad about her attempts on Angie’s life, and she didn’t like that, so as I was climbing down an outdoor staircase, she pushed me, I had my back turn and didn’t see who it was, I thought it was Lu, it was a whole thing, but that’s the story”

“Wow, Vi, that’s pretty dark, she wanted to kill Angie?! How can you want to harm her?? She’s literally the sweetest woman I’ve ever met!”

“I won’t even pretend to be offended that I don’t hold the title, because she really is”

“How are you even alive after everything that’s happened to you?”

“Most of it wasn’t that physical, anyways, about that stunt…?”

“Oh, yes! The stunt! So, what you’re gonna want to do is…” he gets back on track, explaining what she has to do

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“So, was Naty your first girlfriend?” Asks the manager of the tech booth on his shows as a DJ, a short girl with a pixie cut

He laughs nervously “It’s complicated, I don’t really want to talk about it”

“Pleaseeeeeee, for your favorite lesbian?”

“You’re not my favorite lesbian, Lena is”

“Screw you, anyways, tell me, please”

“Fine, so, on my second year on the studio, I was freshly transitioned, and I wanted to prove myself as man, so I started to, quite literally, flirt with every girl I saw in front of me, that lead to me hitting on my cousin, getting a stalker who kissed me without my consent, having a brief thing with my boyfriend’s younger sister, until I started dating Naty, then it was on and off her until i started dating Andrés and she started dating Ludmila on our last year, well, there was that week that me and Cami tried being together, it didn’t work, but now I’m happy with my Andy”

“That’s great dude, not the middle, but the ending, I’m glad that, after all that shit, you managed to find your person”

“Me too” he smiles fondly

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“Hey, fire breath” Matteo grinned, ruffling Ámbar’s hair, when he saw her having lunch with a coworker

“Oh shut it, fence crawler” she shot back, batting his hand away “what do you want, can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Oh, don’t stop on my account, I’m too intrigued by whatever this is” the other woman said, making a vague gesture with her hand

“Matteo Balsano, although you probably already know that” he said in an arrogant manner that was uniquely his

“Mariana Jimenez, and I have no idea who you are” she snarked, she knew who he was from stories Ámbar told her, but wanted to knock him down a few pegs

“Ha! Take that your cocky asshole!”

“Okay, topic switch, what’s up with the nicknames?” Mariana questions

“Oh, little miss lawyer didn’t tell you about her past?” He grinned wider

“Matteo, I’m asking you to please shut up right now”

“Why would I? Is someone scared?” He challenged

“This is not a game, if you make me get fired I’ll end you”

“Why, you played with fire and now you don’t want to get burned?”

“Do whatever you want, but just you know, this will cost you everyone who still tolerates you, hope it was worth it for one of one of your little jokes” she gets up, slamming the amount her meal cost on the table before strutting out of the restaurant

“So, now that the killjoy is gone, I can tell you, she was jealous of how better than her my ex was at everything, so she always tried to sabotage everything that she did, and so, there were some cameras recording everything we did on the place we used to go to skate, so she purposefully broke one of the cameras with a skate that was really similar to the ones my ex used to own, and then, during a party we hosted there, she spilled soda on the mainframe that held all the recordings, causing a power outage, then after everyone had left, the system short-circuted and every single one of the cameras burst into flames, being destroyed, and one of them caught another structure, burning the rink down, and that’s why I call her fire breath” he finishes

After he’s done, she throws her drink on his face “She’s told me about how she was raised and some of the stuff she did because of it, she also told me how much of an asshole you are, but I didn’t want to believe it was this much, fuck you Balsano, I hope that you burn” and she walks out, calling Ámbar’s phone

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“And then she finally forgave us for doubting that she would be anything less than accepting” Francesca finished telling her boyfriend the story of how she got together with their other boyfriend

“That’s great, but what about her and Leon? I’m pretty sure they were going through some stuff when I left?”

For plot reasons let’s pretend that’s true, I don’t know if it is

“Oh yeah, they were, he wanted to leave the studio, she didn’t understand it, so they broke up, it was a mess for a while, then there was the whole Roxy and Fausta debacle, he was so pissed when he found out, but after a while he forgave her, but they were too wrapped up in their mistakes to admit they were still loved each other, so for a few weeks they tried being friends, until our trip to Spain, when Clement and Gery came clean about attempting to tear them apart during the time they tried being friends, so they made up, and everything was normal again”

“That’s really sweet, but I’m gonna need you to back up a bit, who the hell are Roxy and Fausta?”

“Oh” she giggles “I haven’t told you about that, have I?”

“That’s why I’m asking”

“Roxy and Fausta are me and Vilu”

“I beg your pardon? I’m gonna need a little more context than that”

“So, Vilu couldn’t handle being separated from Leon after their big fight, so she decided that the most logical step was to dress up in a costume and a wig and make up a new name and just show up on his garage, where he rehearsed with the band, as a fan, and you know how I can’t say no to her, so I got dragged into it and then it snowballed, Diego found out the first time he saw as them, he knows me so well, he could see right through it, we ended up telling Cami a few weeks later, because you know how she is, nothing gets past her, Ludmila saw us getting changed a few days after that, and finally, because he obviously fell for Roxy too, Leon found out when he kissed her in costume and realized the kiss was too familiar”

“Wow, that’s… a lot”

“It is, and I hate remembering it” she frowns

“I have something that might make you feel better” he smirks, leaning closer to her

She catches on, grinning “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“I think you know” and he kisses her

And the rest I’ll leave to your imaginations because this is a family blog

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“Darling, come over here” Nicolas asks, fiddling with his tablet

His wife saunters over, the clicking of her high-heeled shoes slightly muffled by the carpeted floor of the hotel room they’re currently in

“What is it?” She questions

“I was looking through some old newspapers and why were you in jail?”

“Oh” she grimaces “that, you remember my brother, right?”

“Of course I remember him” he scowls “I’m glad you cut contact with the guy, he wasn’t good for you”

“So, our father was a conman, and the police found out, arrested him and froze all of his assets, leaving us with nothing, and since he didn’t want to work, he made me put on an act, I was supposed to be dumb and stereotypically pretty, not saying I’m not, I’m gorgeous, and I am generally joyful, but I’m not that stupid, just a little clueless on social cues, anyways, I was supposed to be dumb and pretty to lure in a rich guy, but then I got too into it and got obsessed with Castillo, and ended up juggling between that and getting sucked into my brother’s schemes for money, that landed us in jail after he hired an actress to con him, I tried to warn him it was a bad idea, but it was hard to break character at that point, so he wouldn’t listen, since he was convinced I was what I was portraying, anyways, after we got out, he ended up dating the cop that arrested us, but she found out he was still scheming and left him, and that was around the time that I met you, so while I was living here, he was secretly living with the Castillo’s, so yeah, then I didn’t know what was happening to him for a while, until I was invited to testimony on his trial, and told the jury everything that he did, both to me and to other people, I’m so glad I met you, otherwise I would never have been able to break away from that” she was crying at this point, retelling your trauma is not fun

He held her to his chest, stroking her hair “as long as I’m alive, that man will never ever be able to even look at you again”

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Luna was just chilling, cuddled up on her favorite person’s chest, when her phone rang

“Lunaaa, turn that offfff, I’m trying to sleep, and it’s so cozy with you here” Simón whines

“I have to take this! What if it’s an emergency?” She grabs her phone, while dodging Simón’s attempts of pulling her back in “It’s Leo!!” after hearing his favorite cousin’s name he gives up on trying to sleep and sits up

“Really? What do you think he wants to say?”

“I don’t know, now shush, I need to answer!” She picks up the call “Hi, Leo! What’s up?”

“Put him on speaker” Simón whispers on her ear that doesn’t have the phone pressed against it

She does so “You’re on speaker!”

“Good, now, what the fuck? You’re a gazillionaire all of a sudden and you didn’t tell me?”

“Oh, that, it’s complicated”

“No, you’re not getting out of this with ‘it’s complicated’ missy, I want the whole story, now”

“Okay, the thing is…” she tells the whole story of how she figured out she was Sol, because I’m too lazy to write all that

“Wow, that is- holy shit, Luni, are you okay? Because I will personally pay for your therapy bills if you want it, obviously you don’t need anyone to pay for things, but I want to help, and seeing that I’m currently planning my wedding, I can’t be around too much”

“Don’t worry, Leo, I’m fine, your cousin is more than great at taking care of me” she looks up at him, running her hand up and down his arm

“He better, he knows I’d have his head if he didn’t”

“Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?”

“He knows I like you more than him”

“I’m not even going to complain, because I also like her more than you” Simón pipes up

“Anyways, I gotta go, the bride’s freaking out about floral arrangements again”

“Bye Leo” Luna says, pressing the phone against her ear again, much to Simón’s protests

“Bye Luni, your dress should be delivered any day now” and he hangs up

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“So, what was your last employer like?” Asks the trio’s new boss

“Oh, you don’t want to know about Sharon” Amanda says

“Why not? It’s not like she can hurt us because of everything we know about Sol Henson now” her husband counters

“He’s right, can we tell?” Tino asks

“Fine, but you better tell it right” she responds

“So, what happened was-“ they tell the story, cutting each other off multiple times, arguing over details, getting people’s names wrong, Amanda had to chastise them multiple times, before they were finally done “And that’s the story”

“So, you mean to tell me that you had all the pieces lined up and you didn’t put it together that it was the employees’ kid all along?”

“We did?” They ask in unison

“You did” Amanda replies, completely done with those two

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“It’s so weird that you never came over, we’ve been best friends for- how many years?” Camila ponders

“I honestly have no idea” Maxi answers

“Hi!” The twins greet him, popping up from nowhere

“AAAAAAH” he screams, properly spooked

They completely disregard him, turning to their older sister ��Cam-Cam, we’re in big trouble”

“What happened this time?” she asks

“So, you know that thing you told us to do because it would be funny? We agreed to come clean today, but since the guys got crushes on us and started arguing because of it, when we revealed that we were twins, they started physically fighting, and the third one ended up falling off the stage because of it”

“Okay, girls, that was a little too far, you need to learn when to commit to the bit, and when to stop before it snowballs into a mess”

After recovering, Maxi lets out, his voice still a little shaky “Those are your sisters? What did you have them do?”

“Yes, these are Eva and Ada, they both wanted to join this band, but it only had one spot, so I told them that it would hilarious if they pretended to be one person, that way they could switch and they’d both get to be in the band, but it seems it went a bit too far, I hope that guy is okay”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?!”

#soy luna #violetta #calyx writes #if I got some plotlines mixed up it’s because it’s all a jumbled mess in my head

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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The Consolidation- Part 4 (Cillian Murphy X Fem!OC)

Warning - smut

Masterlist

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He heard a commotion behind him as he pressed the button to call the lift. Turning, he saw the security guard holding Mila back as she tried to follow him. Looking to the floor, giving a huge sigh of complete discontent with himself for what he was about to do, he walked over to them.

"Stefan, it's okay, she's with me."

Mila looked at him with a grateful smile and shrugged Stefan's hands off her shoulders, following Cillian to the lift, walking inside just as it arrived. He pressed the button for the 7th floor, and leaned against the wall.

"I have no idea why I'm even considering any of this," he laughed, shaking his head.

"Because you need answers."

"I need closure."

She nodded, tears threatening to spill again but she held her composure. She couldn't break now, she'd come too far.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence, they didn't speak again until they were inside his hotel room. She was stunned at the luxury of it - it was a suite rather than a room. Separate bedroom, living space, kitchen... It was beautiful. A stunning view of Prague out of the window.

"Drink?" He asked suddenly, opening the fridge.

"Beer, if you have one?"

He pulled two bottles of Krusovice out of the fridge and sat with her on the couch, handing her one.

"Talk."

She nodded, and took a deep breath.

"I've known Jakob since I was a child. His father worked with mine in the local hospital, they were both surgeons. Our mothers were best friends... We pretty much grew up together, becoming more than friends when I turned 16. When I finished school he asked me to marry him. I turned him down, as I was planning to go to university and get my medical degree. He wasn't happy that I wanted to become a doctor - said it wasn't a woman's place to do a man's job. Told me I'd never be able to cope with it, I wasn't clever enough, I wouldn't succeed."

"Nice guy. I see why you liked him."

"Cillian please don't interrupt me..."

He looked out the window and bit his lip, nodding his head for her to continue as he took a swig of the beer in his hand.

"It had been my childhood dream to follow my father's footsteps into medicine, so I broke off the relationship with Jakob and went to university. When I came home for holidays and the occasional weekend he would hound me. Followed me around like a lost puppy. I tried to avoid him but he wouldn't leave me alone. Then an opportunity to study in the UK came up, transfer to an English university to improve our knowledge. I jumped at the chance, and moved here when I was 20. After six months of no contact from Jakob, I formally applied to remain in the UK. It was granted, and I stayed at Cambridge to complete my degree. Went straight into work when I graduated. Hadn't heard from Jakob for nearly ten years."

"How did he find you?"

"Do you remember when my father died, the funeral? He was there with his father, and he apologised for his behaviour when we were younger. Told me he didn't mean to scare me away. Said he was married now, had a baby on the way, I was happy for him."

"Mila, I was with you at the funeral?"

"You were outside having a cigarette with my brother, he was gone by the time you got back."

"You didn't think to mention it?"

"I didn't see the point. We were just talking."

"Your crazy stalker ex boyfriend talks to you and you don't tell your current boyfriend about it?"

"It was a hard enough day without adding more drama to it Cillian."

He nodded, understanding.

"By the time we got back home to London I forgot it had even happened. Until about a month before we broke up, he wrote to me at work. Told me he still loved me. Said he'd stop at nothing to get me back. I binned it, along with the dozens of letters that followed it."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I never thought anything would come of it."

"But it did?"

"While you were away filming, he called me. Found my details on the hospital consultants database, I guess through his Dad. Anyway... I told him to stay away from me. I'd moved on, I was happy, I wasn't coming back. Blocked his number. Then he turned up at work. He'd brought himself into A&E when he knew I was on call. Remember that case I had to go in at 3am? It was him. He'd broken his leg, fractured in two places. I had to pin his femur. I didn't even know he was in the country until I walked onto the ward and saw him."

Her voice faltered, a tear slid down her cheek. Cillian wiped it away with his thumb, and his hand lingered a little on her cheek. He gave her a small smile and took her hand in his. Leaning back on the sofa, his guard melting a little.

"Once I'd completed the surgery, I told him not to contact me. My Hippocratic Oath had been fulfilled, I was no longer part of his care. I wanted nothing to do with him. I walked away and came home, and I heard nothing more until those photos..."

"So those photos were fakes? He never came to our house?"

"Never."

"You're telling me the truth?"

"I swear on my father's memory Cillian... I should have told you as soon as it all started happening, but I knew you were under pressure with filming and I didn't want to burden you -" she began to ramble as she began to fluster, tears flowing down her cheeks at the memory of it all.

Instinctively, Cillian pulled her into his arms. Stroking her hair as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"I was your boyfriend, Mila. I'm supposed to carry your burdens as my own."

"It doesn't matter now anyway," she sighed, pulling away and wiping her eyes.

"Where is he now?"

"Where he has been the last year. In prison."

"Do I want to know what for?"

"When I moved back after we broke up, he tried to force himself on me. Beat the shit out of me. He was sentenced to five years in prison."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Because my mother is sick. She can't afford the medical bills without my salary. I can't leave her."

"Your brother?"

"Is trying his best too, but his salary compared to mine isn't much."

"I'm sorry, Mila. I'm sorry I didn't believe you, I'm sorry for the shit you're in now, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of it."

She looked at her hand clasped in his on his thigh. He was stroking the back of it with his thumb, just like he used to when they sat watching a film together. Or when they'd walk through the park together. Pretty much anytime he held her hand.

His eyes fell to their interlocked hands too. He squeezed hers gently when she tried to pull it away, and she looked at him, full of uncertainty.

"I've missed you," he said, finally, ending the silence. A more comfortable silence this time, but silence all the same.

"I've missed you, too. I have to go..." She took her hand back and stood up, placing her untouched beer back on the coffee table in front of her.

"Mila..." Cillian stood with her and grabbed her hand gently.

She turned to look back at him, her heart racing.

He moved to her, his hands now on her waist. He wasn't sure this was the right thing to do, but he couldn't let her go without trying. She didn't pull away. She couldn't. A force stronger than both of them was pulling them together like a magnet. His fingers stroking her face, a smile on his, and their lips met. Two years of yearning for the other coming out in a rush, their tongues melting together as one, almost as though no time had passed at all.

"Cillian..."

"I know, I know, even if it's just tonight and I never see you again. Please.."

She gave in to his advances, letting him guide her where he needed her as they removed items of clothing in turn. The trail of discarded jackets, shirts, jeans, and finally underwear leaving a line from the sofa through the bedroom door, their lips only parting when they undressed.

Crashing onto the bed, Cillian's body moved on top of hers, his hips grinding into her as she locked her legs around his waist.

"You feel that?" He asked, his lips on her neck, his breath heavy against her skin sending tingles up her spine. Her breath caught in her throat as his mouth made its way down her body, covering her breasts with kisses, sucking on her nipples, rolling the small buds around his tongue just the way he knew she liked.

She groaned as his mouth left her nipple, moving down her abdomen. Kissing over the supple flesh, nibbling at it gently, his fingers tickling over her inner thighs. Her body was writhing underneath him from the stimulation, her breathing laboured, before she gasped loudly - his mouth clamped over her core. His tongue flicked over her swollen clit, rubbing against it in circles as her hands tangled into the bedsheets, gripping them as her back arched.

"Oh fuck... Cill... Shit..." He pushed two fingers inside her, arching it perfectly to find that sweet spot. Rubbing his fingers against it while his tongue danced over her clit, she felt like she was flying. Her senses were on fire, her core throbbing over his fingers.

He groaned into her soaked pussy, the vibrations coursing through her like a tidal wave. Her heart was at risk of cardiac arrest if it beat any faster.

Her orgasm claimed her soul - her back arched like a crescent as she came over his face, she swore she'd never recover from it as the power took over her. His tongue lapped at her, drinking her orgasm down like neat whiskey, and just as warming to his senses.

"I've missed your taste," he grinned, moving back up her body to kiss her full lips. She could taste herself on his tongue, warm and sweet.

Raising her hips to meet his, he moved his hand down to line himself up against her folds. She moved his hand out of the way and took his shaft in her hand, stroking it slowly and sliding the tip over her wetness.

"I want you inside me, right now," she groaned, lining him up and raising her hips. He pushed his hard length inside her, fully sheathed with one thrust as they both gave a deep, satisfied, happy groan. He held himself there for a few moments, allowing her time to adjust to his girth, before slowly pumping his hips, thrusting his cock in, before easing out so just the tip remained.

"Cillian..." She warned, making him chuckle. He slammed himself back in, his cock hitting her cervix like a hammer making her gasp.

"Careful what you wish for," he grinned, setting a hard, fast pace, thrusting into her mercilessly. Her nails created little crescents on his back and shoulders as he railed her into the mattress, his pants and moans against her ear were setting her soul on fire...

"Fuck, yes! Oh god yes, that's it!" He remember she liked it rough, and pulled her hair hard to the right, allowing him access to the crook of her neck. His mouth attacked the skin, biting and sucking against it, grinning at the marks he left there.

"Still so tight Mila, so fucking wet for me," he grunted against her ear.

She couldn't form words. She couldn't even think them. All she could focus on was how hard his cock was hitting her - the speed of his hips flexing into her like a piston. His cock hitting her sweet spot relentlessly, making her second orgasm build to its inevitable crescendo.

"That's my girl, that's it, cum for me baby, squeeze my cock, milk it dry.." he hooked his elbows under her knees, bending her almost in half, his thrusts bearing down on her.

"F-fuck... C-Cill.. oh fuck..." Strangled garbles of words attempted but unable to finish, she gave up trying and closed her eyes as she started to come undone again. His cock swelled inside her, his own release so close. Her walls fluttered around him as she lost her vision, clouding over as she came again, her legs shaking bent up by her torso underneath his chest.

Cillian felt his own release building, his balls tightening. He felt his cock throb and pulsate, before his eyes locked onto hers - his release flooding into her warmth, painting her walls with thick ropes of cum. Almost pained, primal gasps and groans leaving his chest as he came deep inside her, his hand gripping hers just above her head, fingers clasped together.

"Don't pull out, not yet," she smiled, squeezing her walls around him, savouring the feeling of him being back inside her. He twitched slightly at her walls fluttering around him, kissing her softly as their highs subsided.

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Waking up the following morning, Cillian turned to his side expecting to find her body there waiting for him. Instead, there was an empty space, filled with nothing but crumpled sheets and a dent in the pillow with a note.

"Early shift at the hospital, I didn't want to wake you." Her number was underneath the message, and he grinned.

Maybe the next 8 weeks in Prague wouldn't be so bad after all.

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian x smut #cillian murphy x smut

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neeterloveschenford · 3 years ago

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RNM 3x07

Hello my fellow lovers of all things alien! Another episode down and six more to go. First I’d like to start by congratulating Heather Hemmens! What an accomplishment! I hope you can continue to pursue your passion for directing. Also I would like to once again put forth my deepest desire for someone to rescue Lucky out into the universe. He’s a good boi! He deserves better!! And on that note, let’s dive into this episode.

I know I can get flip floppy when it comes to Maria, but just a few days ago she was jumping off rooftops and shooting up adrenaline to try jump start her powers. Now she’s strong enough to put Jones in a cage? Maybe if there had been a time jump, but we’re still on day 7. I don’t buy it. I don’t think they know what to do with her even after 3 seasons. I’m not expecting any kind of comeuppance for last season. I think they are completely correct in sweeping that all under the rug. It’s not the show for something like that. If this were Dawson’s Creek or One Tree Hill, sure. But I want to see sci-fi and aliens more than friendship and relationship drama. So I’m not sure where they think they are going to end up with her, but so far it’s been hit or miss for me.

Next we have Liz being all sciencey. I love seeing her, Michael and Isobel working together. But I gotta say, her plan was kinda rubbish. I mean, Jones has been one step ahead of everyone and Liz is gonna Mata Hari him? Don’t think so

Dear Deputy Pete, why are all men so dumb. Every moron on this show hates Max but wants to get into Isobel’s pants. I get it, but it’s so cliche.

Hello Father Dallas! Betcha Rosa’s not gonna miss mass this week! I like him. He quoted Biggie. I already like his relationship with Rosa ten times more than her relationship with Wyatt. I liked his advice too. He works on the Res. Does he know Greg? I wanna know. And he was in a bts picture with Vlamis and Trevino a few days ago. Guess we’ll be seeing more of him.

Alex keeps talking about Afghanistan this season. The last two seasons he only talked about Iraq. I know he served both places, but shouldn’t his line have been something along the lines of he survived the deserts of Afghanistan and Iraq instead of just one of them? Maybe I’m just being nitpicky.

Why is Kyle just being kept in a barn? Is there someone with medical knowledge there taking care of him? Did Eduardo just take him there and hook him up to that equipment and leave him there? What the heck is going on? That barn can’t be that sanitary. And where was Maria in that flashback? Did he just leave her there? Did her shooting Kyle up with adrenaline make things worse for Kyle? Does Eduardo have medical training? Does Kyle know he has an uncle? Who were the guys that were breaking into Max’s house. So many questions. So few answers.

Poor Lucky! Can we find him a new home please?!? HE’S A GOOD BOI!!

I like Isobel having female friends. She has grown so much since last season. But this plan is sooooo bad! Seriously. How did they think this would work? I know they were getting desperate, but seriously!

I’m gonna need Michael and Rosa to have a scene together every episode from here on out! I love their dynamic. And Michael is such a great teacher. Patient when she needed it. Challenging her when she needed it. And the sass coming from Rosa! Also, how stinking cute is it that Michael played baseball! I can just imagine my sweet little Guerin making a home run and being all smug about it. And I’d just like to point out that Heads Up 7Up was my favorite game when I was a kid. I would be devastated every single time we played at school and my thumb didn’t get put down. Memories.

Seriously Liz. How could you not realize Jones was onto you. When has Max ever referred to Maria as DeLuca? She has always been Maria to him. Wait. Hold up. Michael was the only one who ever refers to her as DeLuca. Was this a clue to the big reveal later on? We may never know.

I really love Greg, but he’s really kind of bland these days. I really hope when Maria gets out of that coma that he starts to challenge her. She needs Greg the former drag racer. Not Greg the super sweet boytoy. Michael let her run their relationship last season and look how that turned out.

Rosa’s new power is cool. That’s all I have to say on the matter.

So if Trevor went crazy and committed suicide while working on the Lockhart machine, how did Travis become so nuts? Did Alex referring to Trevor as the crazy boot maker who chased them through a corn field a continuity error? (I mean yeah, it’s gotta be.) Who’s in charge of checking things like this? Can I apply for this job? I think I might do a better job.

Obi-wan Junkyardy could be the best line this show has ever come up with. Especially now that Michael is, in fact, a jedi.

I think Liz has more chemistry with Jones than with Max. Nathan is an amazing actor. I had forgotten, since Max was so bland. But Jones reminds me of how much I loved him on General Hospital. Jones is just sexy. There’s no ifs ands or buts about it. And Liz knows she’s attracted to him. It’s impossible not to be. Cause he’s HOT! And as much as I wanted to bash my head against the table with how dumb her plan was, I loved watching the cat and mouse between them. And then she punched him. It was glorious!

I love that Eduardo knows about Malex. It was a nice parallel that last week we got the Michael and Sanders conversation, and then this week we got the Alex version. Even when they don’t have scenes together, they are still ever present in each other’s lives. I think Alex might not have even realized that the real reason he joined Deep Sky was Michael. And I don’t think that the Lockhart machine is going to drive him crazy like it did everyone else. Maybe Nora built it to be accessed by whoever Michael “bonds” with. He’ll figure it out and I’m very certain that it will hold the key to defeating Jones.

I would just like to point out that most of my theories get debunked pretty quickly. But I was 100% correct about Jones being the Dictator and Michael’s father. I am pretty darn proud of myself. I still think Louise might be Jones’ sister. Which would make Michael and Isobel cousins. That would be cool.

Also I love the fact that Rosa wound up saving the day. Cause she’s a badass.

Which brings us back to Maria and her mindscape. Jones is going to use her to access Patricia’s memories. But memories of what? The Lockhart machine? Whatever she was a part of at Caulfield? That part does interest me. But I do hope that Maria beats Jones by the skin of her teeth. Or maybe because of a fluke. If she kicks his ass or something I will be disappointed.

So lastly, I would just like to point out that today I read a review of this episode on another website and the reviewer referenced Gargamel. 👀👀 I don’t know how to feel about that.

Anyway, all in all it wasn’t a bad episode. But it’s not my fave. And I’m not even going to get into nobody worrying about Kyle. But next week I am expecting much bigger and much better things. Cause, you know, Malex and such. So until next time my lovelies!!

#roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico s3 #s3ep7 #s3 spoilers #s3 speculation #it's only my opinion

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luna-rainbow · 3 years ago

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medical dramas June 2021

This is the in-between month so there should be more J-dramas out next season. I watched Hospital Playlist 2 (Korean) and Night Doctor (Japanese) recently and since they're both medical, I'll talk about them together.

Hospital Playlist 2

I really loved the first season of this. For once, we get a very well constructed hospital setting with multiple specialties (the main thing lacking is physicians, which is disappointing). The protagonists are a (female!!) neurosurgeon, liver surgeon, paediatric surgeon, cardiothoracics and obs/gyn. It's also one of those rare shows that have characters peppered across all levels of training, from medical students to specialists. It's probably the best reflection of a hospital setting that you'll get, and it's also very heart-warming. That said, the characters do feel very idealised (which is why my fave is probably the irritable cardiothoracics boss) and there's not much personal growth for them in the professional setting, and the focus is more on their personal relationships. The first episode of the second season was surprisingly dreary and felt like nothing was really happening. I'm hoping it will pick up pace (and complexity) after this, because it just felt like a very long and painful introductory episode.

Night Doctor

Starring Haru, Tanaka Kei and Sawamura Ikki - it's about a hospital that changed its ED shift work schedule and now has a dedicated cohort of night shift doctors. To date I still haven't figured out how the Japanese ED system runs. The scriptwriter had also written Radiation House, which I found complete bonkers from a settings point of view, but story-wise was okay.

This is as close as a series has gotten to Code Blue in recent years (my forever med drama fave), evoking the pace and chaos and stress of ED. What sets it (positively) apart from Code Blue is having characters in different levels of training: Sawamura's character ran a NYC emergency for a few years before returning to Japan, and he has the irritable and snappy gravitas for it. Tanaka Kei and Haru are both characters with several years' experience, but are still trying to find a way to reconcile their work and their emotional well-being (probably the most important part of personal growth apart from knowledge and experience). The other 3 are junior doctors who haven't worked in ED before. The first episode also rapidly established the very different outlooks, personal motivations and flaws of all 6 major characters without making them come across as entirely tropey and unrealistic. Definitely worth a watch! And man I don't miss the passive aggressive exchanges at handovers LOL.

#jdorama #jdrama #kdrama #hospital playlist #night doctor #haru #tanaka kei #sawamura ikki #medical drama

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years ago

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Hello lovely!! I’m a sucker for Sherlock comforting John after nightmares or just ptsd episodes, and was curious if you know of any? And/or any fics where johns old shoulder injury is bothering him and Sherlock helps :) I just need all the caring fluff ☺️

Hey Nonny!

Ahhhh!! Yes, I have quite a few Nightmares/PTSD fics, and I’m going to use this opportunity to update my past lists since I have a nice collection of more! As for the shoulder injury, I believe Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance has Sherlock doing that, but I can’t recall. I’ll start a separate list offline for Shoulder Injuries perhaps. Hmm. Actually, you might find some good Caring Sherlock fics on these lists:

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John Pt. 2

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John Pt. 3

Scars

Scars Pt. 2

Now, for the main event!! Hope you enjoy, and as always, Loves, add your own!

NIGHTMARES, PTSD, PANIC ATTACKS & MENTAL/EMOTIONAL TURMOIL Pt. 3

See also:

Nightmares, PTSD, Panic Attack, & Mental / Emotional Turmoil

Nightmares, PTSD, Panic Attack, & Mental / Emotional Turmoil Pt. 2

NIGHTMARES

Study in John by chappysmom (K+, 2,158 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiP, POV John, Introspection, Friendship, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, John’s Limp) – After the events of "A Study in Pink," John lies on the couch in Baker Street and thinks about the whirlwind events of the day. What is he getting himself into?

Sleepless nights by El loopy (T, 5,467 w., 3 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares/Insomnia, Panic Attack, Worried Sherlock) – Sherlock has a nightmare and John wants to know what it was about. Set during season 1. Three-shot.

What Did I Do Wrong? by Starlight05 (T, 7,880 w. || Hurt Comfort, Angst, John Whump, Hospitalization, Worried Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil, Nightmares, Sherlock Being Dumb) - After John almost dies on a case, Sherlock disappears. So John is left to figure out what he can do to get his best friend back. Meanwhile Sherlock, guilt-ridden and willingly alone, is doing everything he can to stay away.

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

PTSD / EMOTIONAL TURMOIL

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

Museums and Laboratories by RhododendronPonticum (T, 3,004 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, Obsessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety/Panic Attack, Separation Anxiety, Doctor John, Co-Dependent Sherlock) – If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #ptsd fics #nightmare fics #emotional turmoil #john whump #Anonymous

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the-american-witch · 4 years ago

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Strength in Numbers Part 2

Part two of Strength in Numbers and inspire by @supernaturalimagine prompt of Imagine losing your hair to chemotherapy and the boys shaving their heads to make you feel better.

Word Count: 2214

Warnings: Cancer, angst

You had no idea it would be like this, this time. Everything hurt. Your body, your mind, your soul...even your dreams hurt at this point. Plagued by nightmares with both memories long forgotten, and memories you wanted to forget. Not even Cas could help you with those, try as he might.

You were right, you wound up in the hospital more often than not; and yet you were wrong. Each time you had to be admitted the boys were there for you. They didn’t get caught. Weren’t even questioned; they were just known as “your boys.” Some of the staff asked how you managed to get all three of them on a leash like that you would always simply say they were a gift from God. If only they knew.

They were truly your rocks throughout this thing. You felt guilty of course: taking them away from hunting all the time, and if either Sam or Dean stayed with you they made sure Cas went with the other along for a hunt. (Turns out Cas, angel of the Lord, was quite the hunter when he put his mind to it.) This meant there could always be someone with you when you went for treatment. Try as you might to be okay, to hide exactly how much pain you were in they were there anyway. Just like they promised they would be.

That didn’t mean you were happy about being stuck in the hospital all the live long fucking day though. You sighed for the thousandth time in about an hour, flipping through the channels again and again trying to find something interesting to watch.

“You know we could always--”

“No, Dean...we’re not watching Doctor Sexy again. Besides it’s just a rerun where Kelsey turns down Trevor because she still thinks he’s not serious about them.” you turned to look at him, smirking, “And that’s just some bullshit I don’t have time for right now.”

He raised his hands in surrender, “Sorrrrry my bad. Just trying to help.”

“Uh huh. I’m sure.” flopping back on your pillow with a groan you shut off the tv. “There’s nothing on.”

“There never is this time of day.”

You stuck out your tongue before you tossed him the remote. He turned the tv back on and immediately switched it to Doctor Sexy M.D. You nearly screamed and only stopped yourself because your nurse came in with another bag.

When she made an offhand comment about how trashy it was you started laughing at Dean’s face. He looked so offended and tried to explain the nuances of said “medical” drama.

“Listen all I’m saying is that it’s hard to watch something like this when all you’re looking at is how they still have earrings when they do open surgery. Or they way they treat the newbies.”

“Yeah but the stories!”

They went back and forth the entire time she was in there, between her doing her duties and taking your vitals and such. You may as well had been a lawn ornament and while it was irritating to be literally spoken over, it was also a relief that his sole focus wasn’t on you for a few minutes. After your round of treatment you were feeling less and less like yourself and you knew it was only a matter of time before you got really bad. Again.

After she left Dean settled back into his chair and grumbled about Nurse-No-Nonsense. You threw your pillow at him and then pouted for him to give it back.

“No way you gave it to me!”

“You would deny a dying woman her own pillow?? What kinda monster are you?” You knew you made a mistake the moment you said it; but seeing Dean sober up in an instant was what really killed you. You hated when he got that look in his eye. The one that screamed how much he was hurting that he couldn’t help you through this. That it wasn’t a monster to kill or a curse to break, it simply...was.

He gave it back, even fluffed it for you and put it behind your head. “You know you can’t play that card all the time...it’s just plain dirty.”

“I know but you love me anyway.”

XXX

You groaned and covered your mirror. You didn’t need it anyway. You no longer wore makeup in any way, shape, or form; and well...you finally went bald again. You were actually surprised it hung on as long as it did this time around. Last time it was only a matter of weeks before it completely fell out and left you with an impressive hat collection. It took longer this time and you didn’t know whether that meant your body was stronger than last time...or if the treatment wasn’t working as planned. Either way, you hated it. You hated knowing that you look as sick as you felt. That anyone who looked at you would see your bald head and instantly know that you had this disease for which there was no cure. You put on a hat and left your room without a glance in the mirror’s direction.

As you approached the library you heard voices, not unusual considering the boys were staying home more and more but the fact they were hushed made you suspicious and self-conscious.

You heard Sam’s voice first “Come on, Dean...I know she hasn’t exactly been herself lately but don’t you think this is taking it a bit far?” Okay...so whatever it was that’s going on it definitely had to do with you. Great.

“Dude, if you saw how she’s really been,” you winced, wondering how much he had seen without you meaning to and how bad it really was in his eyes, “you wouldn’t be asking this.”

“Okay but this? Man, I know she’s bad but this is extreme.”

“It’s really not. Okay so just sit down and shut up about it.”

You walked in, trying to make it seem like you were totally just strolling in without any knowledge of what they were just talking about. Considering the glances they kept throwing your way you doubted your success. But you went along your business anyway and didn’t comment on it and neither did they.

“Nice hat, yn/n.” Sam gave you a smile and you felt your face flush not knowing if he were sincere or trying to make you feel better.

“Thanks...it’s been hanging in the back of the closet but I figured it was time to break it out, you know?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I know it is. Sometimes changing it up means beginning back the old.”

You glanced at Dean to see if he were going to add anything to this, maybe a hint of what the fuck they were discussing earlier. His gaze however was glued to the book in front of him. You smiled at Sam, “Exactly.”

Once you were done in there you went to the kitchen, their whispers continuing almost as soon as you were out of their line of sight.

XXX

You were so...anxious. All the time. You knew the brothers were planning something you just didn’t know what. You didn’t know if it were good or bad and honestly your mind kept going back to the start of all this. You told them you wanted to keep your distance during all this and now that they’ve seen you during treatment you were worried that they would take you up on that offer. That they thought you were a burden. Too hard to take care of, too much effort, too much patience, and way too many rules about how to help care for you. You were sure it was only a matter of time until they realized it would be better for everyone for you to go live somewhere for people like you.

You hadn’t seen them all day and you wanted to make sure they knew your appointment had been changed. That you knew it was yet another thing they had to deal with and that you were sorry and could find another way to get there if needed. It’d been a while since you’d seen Cas anyway so maybe he could take you if they couldn’t.

You wandered the halls, calling out their names, “Come on, guys, this isn’t funny!”

“Alright!” Dean shouted and you followed his voice. “Alright, eager beaver. Can’t give us two more minutes can ya?”

“Two minutes for what--” you gasped at the sight in front of you.

Sam turned to you, wiping off his newly shaved head. “Well? What do you think? Think we actually pull it off.”

He...was bald. So was Dean. They were both bald… not a hair on their heads. And, yeah sure they looked good but that was not the point the point was that they were bald!

Dean smirked, “Aw look at that she’s speechless. Okay hon, tell us how you really think we look. Lay it on us.”

You just continued to stare. Lips parted, eyes more than likely bugging out of your also bald head...you legitimately couldn’t think of anything to say. You did however, burst into tears.

The reaction was clearly not one that they were expecting because the brothers were frozen in place while you cried. Sam finally reacted first by backhanding Dean in the shoulder.

“I so fucking told you.” he walked over to you while Dean remained in his place. Sam hugged you and in his embrace you cried harder.

“Shit,,,shit y/n it was not supposed to be like this. We just wanted..well...we uh…Shit sweetheart I’m sorry.” hearing Dean stumble over his words like that, hearing the wobble in his voice, the uncertainty...it was too much. This whole thing was too much.

You shook your head, “Don’t...please don’t be sorry. Don’t take this back…” you sniffled and tried to pull away from Sam before he ended up as your snot rag but just like the other times you’ve broken down in his arms he didn’t let you go. You turned your head to look at Dean. You saw how confused he looked and you nearly started crying again.

“Dude, you need to stop whatever it is you’re doing because she’s about to hyperventilate over here.” you didn’t really know what the point of Sam’s stage whisper was, you were being held by him so it wasn’t like you were not going to hear him.

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Then maybe stop doing that!”

You shook your head, “Oh my god, you both need to stop!” They looked to you and you wiped your eyes, sniffling but able to string more than a few coherent noises. “Don’t be sorry...this, I can’t even begin to say how much this means to me. This is so...so utterly ridiculous and amazing and I just...I can’t believe it.”

Sam chuckled, and it was a better feeling that you’ve had in a long while. “So...you don’t hate it?”

You looked between them and actually laughed. You laughed like you hadn’t since the diagnosis. Reaching up to pet Sam’s newly shaved head you grinned and shook your own. “Sam, you finally let Dean use the clippers on you...how can I hate it?”

He snorted and finally released you from his grip, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You know once you start growing your hair back I am too.”

You smiled, “I know and I can’t wait for that day.” you kissed his cheek “Thank you...this really means a lot.”

“You know we’d do just about anything for you. The fact this made you smile? Worth it.” he nodded to Dean, who then nodded back as Sam headed out. “I’m totally stealing your hats though!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” chuckling softly, you turned your attention to Dean. “So...about the, you know, five minutes ago.”

“You mean where you looked like you had a mental breakdown and I was the biggest douche on the planet?”

“Yeah that.” you went over to him. “I’m sorry I just, like I said this was so unexpected. No one’s ever done something like this for me before. No one cared enough to do something like this.”

“Like Sammy said, we’d do anything for you, Y/n/n.”

“Maybe but it wasn’t Sam convincing you to do it now was it? In the library the other day, that’s what you were talking about, right? Yeah, I heard. A little bit. I just...I can’t--”

“--believe it yeah I’ve heard. Is it that hard to think your family cares about you?”

You lightly scoffed. “Wow that is so, we’re not going to go there since I could very much ask you the same question.” you hugged him, tightly, like it would be the last one you give. “I’m trying to say thank you, you dope.”

When he hugged you back, for a moment you thought he was going to knock the wind out of you. However tightly you were embracing him had nothing on how tight he was, you. You didn’t even think about complaining. You relaxed in his embrace.

“We’d do anything for you.”

“I know, Dean...I know.”

#spn fanfic #self insert fanfic #second pov #reader insert #sick!reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #spn fanfiction #cancer #angst #supernatural imagine #my writing

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trombonesinspace · 4 years ago

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Typhoid Mary: feminist femme fatale?

“Season 4 was going to be Typhoid Mary, Alice Eve [who played the role in Iron Fist], we were doing a kind of...I had a much different version of her than what Raven [Metzner] had done in Iron Fist. I was kind of rebooting what she was going to be like, and we were going to do a, you know, kind of a warped love story/murder mystery kind of femme fatale, but kind of a modern-day, feminist version of it, as opposed to kind of the older, sexist kind of femme fatale archetype.”

-Erik Oleson, in conversation with Steven DeKnight, SaveDaredevilCon

As I said yesterday, I have some thoughts about this! If you want some opinions nobody asked for, about a storyline that may never come to pass, you’ve come to the right place! Let’s dive in.

A femme fatale is a character type with quite a history, that can take various forms. She is always an attractive woman who brings ruin to the man who gets involved with her. But sometimes she is deliberately manipulative, while sometimes she is more a victim of circumstances. She may be evil, or she may be sympathetic/tragic. But whatever her moral alignment, she has two defining traits: sexual allure, and some form of negative consequences for the hero as a result of his involvement with her.

A woman who schemes against the hero, and succeeds in harming him, but without using feminine wiles? Not a femme fatale. The Marvel TV universe has featured several examples on different shows: Madame Gao, Mariah Dillard, Alexandra. And, ironically, the version of Typhoid Mary who appeared in Iron Fist. (We’ll get there.)

A sexy woman who tries to manipulate/damage the hero, but fails? Also not a femme fatale. I wish I could give some examples, but sadly I can’t think of any, in dramas at least. Our current media culture loves a sexy manipulator, no writer ever seems to introduce one into a dramatic story without making her succeed in her schemes, to some extent at least.

Which is unfortunate, from my perspective, because I loathe sexy manipulators. It’s a character type I really dislike, whenever I encounter her. As soon as she shows up, I know the hero is going to fall for her bullshit like a chump, and I’m going to end up respecting him less as a result. I could try to unpack my feelings about this a bit more, but that would probably make a post all on its own, so for now I’ll leave it at that.

This doesn’t mean I hate all femmes fatales—it really depends on her motivation and her behavior. If she isn’t trying to harm the hero, and it happens due to circumstances, then I might like the character, but the story becomes a tragedy. Which is not necessarily bad. Just, you know. Tragic.

Anyway! Let’s talk about Typhoid Mary.

Mary Walker is a woman with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities), and high-level combat skills. In the comics, she is also a mutant with mental powers. She appeared in the Daredevil comics starting in 1988.

In this original version, her personality fragmented due to childhood abuse, leading her to vow as an adult that no man would ever hurt her again. Her personalities are: Mary, who is timid and gentle; Typhoid, who is adventurous, lusty, and violent; and Bloody Mary, who is even more violent, sadistic, and hates all men.

Mary becomes romantically involved with Matt Murdock, who is cheating on his girlfriend, Karen Page, to be with her. At the same time, Typhoid is trying to ruin him, having been hired to do so by the Kingpin. Matt can’t tell they’re the same woman, because when she switches personalities all her bio signs change (voice, scent, heartbeat, etc) so much that he can’t recognize her. (Uh, sure.) She may also be using some of her mutant powers to confuse his senses. I haven’t read the comics, I’m relying here on what I could learn from the internet.

Eventually Typhoid drops him off a bridge, but then Mary finds him and gets him to a hospital, saving him. Karen is with him when he wakes up, but he breaks her heart by calling out for Mary.

This storyline...does not thrill me. As I said, I haven’t read it, but comics writing about mental illness is generally neither nuanced nor accurate, and comics writing about women circa 1988 is also not great, by today’s standards. And comics Matt’s disastrous love life is legendary—cheating on your girlfriend is bad, Matt! Don’t do it!

I have, however, watched season 2 of Iron Fist, where we get a different version. This Mary Walker is a US army veteran, special ops, who was captured by the Sokovian military. Her personality fragmented due to the brutal abuse she received from her captors for nearly two years, until she finally escaped. She got a medical discharge from the army after being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Her personalities are: Mary, who is innocent and naive; and Walker, who is a ruthless, coolly efficient mercenary-for-hire. The existence of a third, ultraviolent personality, previously unknown to either Mary or Walker, is revealed near the end of the season.

Mary meets and befriends Danny Rand, while Walker is hired by his enemies to stalk him, and eventually capture him so they can steal his Iron Fist powers from him. She later changes sides, getting hired to bring down Davos, the season’s main villain, by Joy Meachum, his former ally.

There are clear parallels to the Daredevil comics storyline, albeit in less extreme form—Mary befriends the hero, but isn’t romantically involved with him; her more violent personality works against him and fights him, but doesn’t try to destroy him.

I enjoyed this version of the character more than I expected to, for a couple of reasons. For one, she is never the out of control, “crazy” stereotype of a person with mental illness. Both Mary and Walker are more-or-less functional adults, managing to live a strange hybrid life, aware of each other’s existence even though they don’t share memories.

But what I especially like is that she isn’t sexualized, at all. It’s incredibly rare, in my experience, to see a young, female antagonist opposing a male hero, and not have her be sexy. Older women are exempt from this obligation (see my list of examples above), but the young ones always vamp it up, and I am so tired of it. I am not opposed to sexy women, but I am very opposed to the requirement that all women must be sexy. (Unless they’re old.) Male antagonists aren’t required to be alluring, so why should women be? (Yes, I know why. I just don’t like it.)

There’s also a lot of potential YIKES in sexualizing a woman with a severe mental illness, which was caused by (among other things) repeated sexual violence. Could it be done in a way that isn’t super problematic? It’s possible, sure. Am I assuming that most television writers would give the subject the respect it deserves? NOPE!

I’m really glad they chose to just not go there. Walker is extremely good at what she does, takes no shit from anyone, and (almost) never gets riled up. After everything she’s been through, nothing in her present life has the power to faze her, and none of the men around her have the power to intimidate her. It’s pretty great!

She isn’t the least bit coy or seductive, and, equally refreshing, none of the men try to sexualize her or hit on her. Everyone Walker talks to knows she is a highly skilled professional, and they treat her accordingly. Or, when someone does disrespect her, it’s never gendered as far as I can remember, and it stops as soon as she calmly states what she’s going to do to him if it doesn’t.

As for Mary, although she has a more feminine appearance than Walker (hair down and loose, makeup), she is also not sexualized. Her friendship with Danny, who is in an established relationship with Colleen Wing, is platonic, and no one else tries to hit on her that I remember.

So this is the version of Typhoid Mary that Erik Oleson was going to reboot, into a femme fatale. Only, you know. A feminist one.

I...have some questions. What does that even mean? What does feminism mean to Erik Oleson? Let’s be real, the idea of a woman becoming an ultraviolent, sadistic man-hater as a result of sexual trauma would have been seen as feminist in some circles, back in 1988 when that version was written. So what, exactly, did he have in mind?

As I said before, sexual allure is a necessary component of a femme fatale. So she was definitely gonna be sexy. And you know now how I feel about sexy female antagonists. As for the “warped love story” part...Matt wouldn’t be cheating on Karen, since they aren’t together (please, for the love of mercy, don’t have them get together right before he meets Mary, we did that once and I do NOT want to see it again), but I am still not a fan of Matt/Mary as a couple.

Her Dissociative Identity Disorder raises some serious issues around consent, and even if the show chose to ignore that, there’s still the issue of past sexual trauma. Unless Oleson’s reworking of the character was going to include a completely different back story, a Matt/Mary relationship would mean Matt unknowingly having sex with a woman who has suffered brutal sexual abuse in her past. Not to mention, having sex with her that only one part of her personality actually wants.

Is it possible for someone with Mary’s past trauma and present mental illness to have a positive sexual relationship? In reality, of course! In the hands of writers with only a layman’s knowledge of psychology, on a show that loves to torment its hero, I wouldn’t bet on it. How do you suppose our poster boy for Catholic guilt would react when he inevitably finds out the truth?

Plus, aside from any issues around Mary herself, Matt starting a relationship with anyone other than the handful of people who already know his secret identity, means a whole new round of Matt lying to someone he cares about. Does anyone really want to see that? I know I don’t. Sure, maybe he’d tell her eventually, but how long would they have to date before he decided to trust her with the truth?

I’m not opposed to the Mary Walker from Iron Fist appearing in Daredevil, if the writers could come up with a new story for her (i.e, don’t just have her repeat all the same plot beats with Matt that she already did with Danny). But bringing her in as a femme fatale really doesn’t sit well with me. We’ve already seen Matt in an ultimately destructive relationship with a sexy, violent, morally grey woman. I really don’t want to watch Round 2: now with multiple personalities!

Of course, maybe we never will. The quote at the beginning of this post is from just a couple of weeks ago (July 25 2020), so Erik Oleson still seems to think it’s a fine idea. But obviously we don’t know yet if there will ever be a season 4, or who the show runner will be if there is. He may never get to make the story he was planning.

So yes, I realize I’m merely speculating about a completely theoretical story that may never happen. But I wanted to write this anyway. I had a strong “ugh, no” reaction to the idea of a feminist femme fatale Typhoid Mary, and I wanted to go deeper and pick apart my reasons for not liking the idea.

To the three of you who have read this all the way through to the end (this post is nearly 2000 words, yikes), thank you for indulging me! These are, as always, my own opinions, and YMMV.

#daredevil #typhoid mary #femme fatale #long post #oh look I wrote a dissertation

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gins-potter · 4 years ago

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TV Guide Article

So I had a lot of fun running down what happened in the teaser and thinking about what it means for the new seasons, so I thought I would do something similar for the tv guide article that came out a couple days ago. Thoughts and musings under the cut because it got long:

Chicago Fire

“We are going to reflect what the world is like in 2020 for Chicago firefighters, pandemic and all” so that’s pretty blatant that we’re going to get covid-19 storylines in some regard on Fire. Maybe Stellaride is the couple who have to quarantine together (again i heard that was going to be upstead but am not sure if that’s confirmed or not).

“[Brett] becomes a mentor to young medic Gianna Macket, who grew up in the same rough South Chicago neighborhood as firefighter Joe Cruz” hopefully is Brett is becoming a mentor to Gianna that means they’ll be friendly pretty quickly, I’m not a massive fan of drama within company’s. I do love that the new girl might already know Cruz going into the house (altho they lowkey missed the chance for a cross-show dynamic, because I think the Halstead bros also grew up on the south side?)

“Look for Brett and Macket to quickly find themselves in harrowing circumstances, Haas reveals: ‘Don’t miss the premiere’s last 10 seconds’“ so we’re gonna have a cliff hanger in 9x01 which is interesting. Usually they leave that sort of thing for the season finale, altho they could be making up for the one we didn’t get in s8.

“Brett could experience a new partner in her personal life as well. Will she begin a serious romance with smitten Captain Matt Casey? The first two episodes will tell.” Well, there it is Brettsey fans. We’ll know if our ship’s setting sail by 9x02. The use of the word smitten is giving me hope, along with the knowledge that they’ve been building this ship for two seasons. Hopefully they don’t back out in the last second.

“Firefighter Stella Kidd heads in a new direction when Chief Wallace Boden asks her to take the lieutenant’s exam. Her ambition could cause tension between her and boyfriend Lt. Kelly Severide.” I’m down for Lieutenant Stella Kidd, but not down for tension between her and Kelly. Happy Stellaride all of s8 was amazing and I don’t want trouble now. If she does get her bugles (if i’m using that phrase right) I wonder where she’ll go since all the Lt spots are full, but she could pull a Herrmann and just stick around until something opens up and fill in when she’s needed. I’m a tiny bit worried they’re gearing up to write one of our Lt’s out, but I’m hoping I’m very wrong.

“’Ritter has an epic rescue coming up,’ says Haas, ‘and he might be taking a break from [his boyfriend]’” Yay epic rescue, boo break from his boyfriend (unless that means Ritter/Gallo in that case I’d totally be here for it).

“While Gallo’s effort to woo EMT Violet Lin fizzled” rip, I wasn’t a massive fan of Violet/Gallo but sad to see her go cause she was a badass paramedic.

“[Gallo] now faces an even bigger challenge: impressing his boss, Captain Casey. ‘Especially,’ warns Haas, ‘if he decides to cowboy a call instead of following orders.’“ I’ve seen the theory that Gallo cowboying a call is what puts Brett and Gianna in danger and Casey loses his shit and it leads to Brettsey and honestly? I’m here for it.

Chicago PD

“... new Deputy Superintendent Samantha Miller who arrives in Chicago with an intense police reform agenda, in a story inspired by the country’s current movement. ‘Miller wants to abolish the ‘warrior-cop’ mentality and help Hank Voight and Intelligence adapt to the new reality’ says exec producer Rick Eid.... Facing hostility from the community and scrutiny from his bosses, Voight must assess whether, indeed, ‘he’s part of the problem of part of the solution’.” Honestly this type of storyline is long overdue and I really hope they’re committed to following it through. Because we’ve seen them explore themes of ‘reform’ in the past but they never seem to stick. I think if cop shows want to stick around they need to take a hard stance against police brutality in their story telling and be willing to be critical of their own main characters. It’s not enough anymore to see the characters stand up against other racist cops, they now need to look at how their own policing has been racist. It won’t make PD a completely unproblematic show (and I don’t know if there can be a completely unproblematic cop show) but it will be a step in the right direction.

“While the unit lost undercover specialist Vanessa Rojas at the end of last season...” so, did I miss this happening? I assumed Lisseth would come back for 8x01 to write off her character but this makes it sound like she isn’t. Which has me confused because I’m pretty sure they haven’t given her a proper exit yet, but maybe I’ve just forgotten about it. The fact that they specified she’s an undercover specialist makes me think she’s just going to disappear and they’ll throw out a single line about how she’s gone undercover for another unit.

“Upton’s chemistry with Det. Jay Halstead did not weaken during her absence, but both know the complications of dating colleague.” this ain’t gonna be a smooth ride to canon Upstead, me think.

“As do officers AdamRuzek and Kim Burgess, still mourning her miscarriage. ‘It’s become an emotional impediment to their relationship,’ Eid says. ‘They have an unbreakable bond, but are they better off as friends?’“ Fuck off Eid, and just let them get back together already. That’s all I have to say on that.

“Intelligence’s Kevin Atwater has his own troubles - with members of the force. After breaking the ‘blue wall of silence’ by testifying that racist cop Tom Doyle was killed in crossfire after racially profiling an innocent Black man, Doyle’s connect friends and family want vindication.” This storyline coupled with the new superintendent sets up a very interesting season. But I will say this, they better let Kevin Atwater carry this season, because it is his time and he deserves the spotlight.

Chicago Med

“The stories on Med’s sixth season will consider how first responders have been impacted by the coronavirus. But while the docs at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center will see covid-19 patients, ‘we focus more on how other types of cases are treated in this new environment’ exec producer Diane Frolov says.” this is an interesting way to do covid storylines and i’m interested to see where it goes. clearly none of the shows are shying away from the current state of the world which i’m personally fine with, but can understand why some people don’t like. tv is a form of escapism for a lot of people, but personally i enjoy when tv shows aren’t scared to go there and get real with certain subject.

“Amid all this, Dr James Lanik quits as emergency department chief (but stays with the hospital)” rip bye Lanik, can’t say I’ll overly miss you. I find it interesting that they specify that he’s not leaving the hospital though. I wonder if that means we’ll see him in another position.

“...and a main character is unexpectedly named to the position.” I feel like it might be Ethan, because iirc Will is running some sort of clinical trial or something? And being a surgeon I doubt it can be Marcel. Nat’s lower than Ethan in terms of hierarchy I think so I don’t think it’ll be her, but maybe that’s the unexpected part. Ethan or Nat for the position would be my guess.

“‘There’s always a push-pull between Dr Ethan Choi and Nurse April Sexton, but deep feelings remain on each side,’” guess we shouldn’t give up on Sextoi just yet. pretty ambivalent on them these days which is a shame cause i used to really like them.

“trauma surgeon Crockett Marcel and Dr Natalie Manning have drawn closer since Marcel opened up about the loss of his child.” okay this is the one thing I’m actually interesting in seeing in s6. Not a massive Marcel fan but I liked the storyline about his past (not liked as in glad he’s gone through shit but liked as in it made him slightly more sympathetic to me). I’m also curious to see where this thing with Nat goes. Especially because I swear I saw a lingering glance between her and Will at Maggie’s wedding. I smell a love triangle? Love quadrangle perhaps if April’s still into Marcel? Love pentagon, if Ethan’s still into April? Goodness.

“...and Dr Will Halstead, who’s tapped to supervise a clinical trial on a new heart disease medication, is still entangled with ob-gyn Hannah Asher. Whether Halstead should trust the recovering addict is still to be determined.” yup knew Will had some other big thing going on this season. Don’t need the Asher relationship stuff tho. Sorry Jessy Schram, I’m sure you’re lovely but you can leave now. That being said if they pull a Bekker level stunt and have her go batshit in order to write her off, I will actually lose my shit.

And there we have it. All my thoughts on some pretty big scoops for the new seasons and what I think might happen.

#one chicago #jess rambles

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bonaintan · 5 years ago

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A Journey to KGSP/GKS: How I Ended Up in Korea

Everyone has at least one turning point in their life. It’s a momentum when one believes that his/her life has completely changed and a new one has begun. To me, KGSP/GKS is one of my turning points. I wouldn’t say that my journey to get the scholarship and my student life in Korea were full of blood and tears. Tough days were there, but there must be a bunch of more heart-breaking stories other than mine. God allows us to experience things and difficulties within our ability and even though I had mine in an unexpected way, I know that He had been very soft to me all the time. It was the time when I learned different versions of myself I never knew existed. And just now, months after I graduated and managed to finish the program safely that I had the courage to share my experience.

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Korean Government Scholarship Program (KGSP), which has changed its name into the Global Korea Scholarship (GKS), is a scholarship program from the Government of the Republic of Korea. This program provides foreigners the opportunity to continue to higher education (undergraduate and graduate degree programs) in South Korea. You may click here for more information.

Studying abroad has always been one of my dreams since high school. It turned from a mere dream into a plan once I graduated from university. Given my major is not a common one (Family Science) especially in Indonesia, I knew that I should go overseas to do my master’s degree program. I could’ve just continued my studies at the same university where I graduated, but even my advisor suggested to find some overseas universities, the most possible one is in Malaysia. At the time, Korea hadn’t been on the list as I had no idea if any universities were providing my prospective major.

I only did my research on schools in Malaysia and the US until I ran into a broadcast message about overseas scholarship for graduate programs. The list was quite long so I did a quick scan and started to dig into each based on my country preference, where Korea happened to be one of it. Back then, my knowledge of Korea was limited to dramas that I got to watch along with my older sisters (if you have three older sisters you can hardly choose what to watch on TV) and then some bands my little sister listened to. So I’ve been a fan of the Korean entertainment industry before coming to Korea, but studying there was never on any of my imaginations because I was skeptical on the idea of learning a new language (there were days when I laughed on Korean language and how the actors/actresses look, never imagined it would be part of myself in the future).

Surprisingly, the moment I learned about KGSP/GKS, I decided to give it a go. I did calculations on time and energy that I had (I was working at the time) and knew that I could afford only one scholarship application at the time. So I wrapped up my research on other countries and scholarship programs and spent the rest of the year preparing for KGSP/GKS applications, which means that I literally gave my all to my first scholarship journey. As a person who was spoiled by her parents and never had experience in scholarship application before, it was quite overwhelming. But, I tried hard to prepare everything myself despite their disapproval. It was actually my way to show them as well as God that I could do it and I would make it (what a confidence. Lol).

I sent my application to the Korean Embassy in Jakarta as I applied via Embassy Track. I learned that the competition on the first round through this track was not a joke, but I simply preferred having three university choices rather than one and I didn’t want to take a risk of having my documents lost on the way (that’s odd, I know, but I’m always more on the safe side). Thank God, I got the interview call and then had my documents sent to Korea after passing the interview process. The next round was having my documents screened by the Korean National Institute for International Education (NIIED) in Korea and once I passed this process, I had to wait for the email from my chosen universities, whether they wanted to do another interview or directly announced their decision. At this round, a lot of awardees say that you’ve already put your first step in Korea and there will be at least one university that will accept you. The saying was such a tranquilizer for me that I even started to make my packing list (’m not always this confident, seriously).

I got the first email from Kyungpook National University who was interested in my application and sent me a written interview. While undergoing the university selection process, applicants have to submit the medical check-up form. And it was around that time when things started to go down the hill. It should be easy if you have no history of having any acute diseases. I was not a healthy kid myself so I was quite worried that something off would unveil. It turned out that the underlooked mental health check-list was the one that got in my way. I took my medical check-up in a nearby hospital which happened to be a mental hospital where the doctor couldn’t simply sign my form without doing all the tests including the mental one. So, I had to take a written test to get the psychiatrist's signature, which unfortunately turned out that she didn’t want to give.

It was probably the wrong time to take the test. I was tired and drained out after taking several tests in a day. But, I know the result wouldn’t turn out differently had I done it on another day. So, I had to respond either yes or no on 300 questions. I guess the test basically tries to reveal your mental state (e.g., stress, anxiety, depression) through your fears and your response to stressful situations. Unfortunately, my result didn’t come out well. As silly as it sounds, I couldn’t hold my tears in the counseling room when the psychiatrist showed me the result and told the story of people with similar cases like me and what happened to them. I sobbed not because she couldn’t give her recommendation, but because finally came the day when someone put my condition into words. It might sound like I was being judged and the way she frankly explained it to me was also unpleasant, but nothing was wrong with what she said which made me feel even worse.

You might think I could’ve just taken the test again in another hospital. But, I couldn’t let my money go down the drain, and asking my parents’ money was not part of the plan. Plus, I had no ample time to do it all over again and get the results on time. More than anything, I started to doubt my decision to study abroad. I knew that the fear of living away from my parents and not being able to handle things independently had always been there all along (I don’t know if anyone at my age could relate). Not only one person who pointed it out, but I kept on denying it. So, when it was brought to the surface especially by a professional, it was painful to the point that I considered withdrawing because I couldn't even trust myself to take a risk.

Surprise-surprise, only a few days after the medical check-up I received the acceptance email from Kyungpook National University. I took it as a yes from God. I had come that far and I wouldn't trade my spot for some future events no one never knew would really happen. So, with as much courage as I had, I took the mental health test again suggested by the kind nurse who listened to me crying in the counseling room, answered the same questions differently, and managed to receive the psychiatrist's signature to complete my medical form. Later, I got the acceptance notifications from Pusan National University and Seoul National University as well, which I ended up choosing the latter for my graduate school in Korea.

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Preparing for KGSP/GKS applications and undergoing the selection process for months have taught me the pain of waiting and struggling. At one point, it showed me that I could push my boundary and instead of jumping out of my comfort zone, I tried to widen it and made things that were used to be hard become part of myself. With the permission of God, I could turn myself into such an overconfident head by asking prayers from people I know (in case my family’s prayers were not strong enough to persuade God. Lol). At another point, I was awakened to things I have been feared to deal with although I know I eventually have to. Confronting my fears wasn’t always pleasant nor that it affected me positively and became part of my comfort zone, but I did my share by trying to face it. At the end of the day, I learned Ikhlas and literally let God do the rest and decide for me. While waiting for the announcement I pictured the day I was rejected, hoping that it would ease the pain later. I also told myself hundred times that everything would be okay even if I failed as long as the sun still rises; I would cry my eyes out for days, receive comforting words halfheartedly, and wake up one day feeling okay again.

And my journey to be part of KGSP/GKS came to a beautiful end as I flew to Korea in August 2016 and started the real struggle for 3 years. Some of what the psychiatrist said back then about people with similar cases like me did happen to me too, but I finished it differently. It was tough years and only God’s mercy and the people I spent my time with in Korea that helped me to stay sane and get through it.

#korean government scholarship program #KGSP #studyinkorea #korean scholarship #scholarship for graduate programs #global korea scholarship #gks #scholarship journey #SouthKorea

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alllwritenow · 4 years ago

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blame it on the stardust

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Elena stared at herself in the mirror, the shadows under her eyes long since covered by makeup and the exhaustion in her bones hidden by the curve of her smile. She knew better than most what time healed and what it didn’t. Her grief was far from spent, but life didn’t stop, not for anyone.

Turning away from the mirror, she tucked the journal in her bag and headed down the stairs for the requisite stilted morning banter with Jenna and Jeremy. Jenna was frantic and Jeremy was sullen and she refused to let her heavy heart weigh them down. She acted as explicitly normal as possible—fake it till you make it—and filled a travel mug of coffee for herself and Jeremy without comment, earning a reluctant smile.

“Ride?” she asked him after Jenna had left, and didn’t argue when he shook his head, ignoring the itch in her hands that wanted to drag him close and hold on until he broke down and cried like he hadn’t since they left the hospital. Instead she flicked his ear, hid a grin at his scowl, and went to wait on the porch for Bonnie.

Her friend’s smile was still careful around the edges, hidden worry in her eyes that Elena forced herself not to grimace at. Bonnie loved her, of course she was worried. Elena loved her back and she wouldn’t begrudge that concern. She returned Bonnie’s hug and held herself to the present by sheer force of will as Bonnie told her all about her Grams and their ancestors and her apparent psychic powers.

Elena knew what Bonnie was, knew the magic and potential, far greater than her own, that lurked inside her friend. She was prepared for this conversation, ready to be supportive and excited by turns. She was not prepared for the crow that slammed into the windshield, the spike of fear and unease that lingered.

She was not prepared for the handsome, chiseled face of Stefan Salvatore staring at her from across the hallway.

Her throat closed and her heartbeat tripled in pace and she knew he heard it, knew his senses, so much more than advanced than hers, could detect the effects of shock and panic and secret thrill of delight on her system. Her lips were numb as she agreed with Bonnie’s assessment of his hotness and listened to her friend’s theories on who he was.

What was he doing here? Who did he think she was?

Katerina had never spilled her secrets to him, had told him only what would make him love her, true or not. He knew nothing of doppelgangers and curses, of endless flight from brutal monsters until you became one yourself. Or he hadn’t, but then, her memories of him were incomplete, second-hand, filtered through Katerina, and over a century old.

The fear and confusion and sense of strained reality lingered throughout the day, enforced by the weight of his focused attention and broken only by her worries about Jeremy, Bonnie’s predictions, and Caroline’s forced cheerfulness. She didn’t follow through with her weekly visit to her parents’ graves after school and instead dug out the journals and sketches hidden beneath the floorboards under her bed, pouring over fragments of dreams and flashes of memories not hers as she scrambled for a sense of control in a world gone spinning off course.

She hadn’t thought she’d be lucky enough to go unnoticed forever. To have a life free of the supernatural other than her own magic and Bonnie’s inevitable awakening to the powerful witch she was meant to be. Not when she’d been unlucky enough to be born in the same town Katerina had fled to, the land where Tatia had once lived. But she wasn’t ready, and she hadn’t expected this. One of the brothers Katerina had seduced and fallen for and left behind. And if one was here, where was the other? Did he still live as well?

They seemed decent enough, in the bits and pieces of memories she had to go on, one more kind and one more sharp but both very human and very in love with Katerina. What would that betrayal, the loss of their humanity, and a century and a half of immortality have done to their natures? She couldn’t trust that her memories or her face would keep her safe, much less her loved ones.

Elena wasn’t just a doppelganger. She was a Gilbert and she knew what her ancestors had done to protect themselves from vampires, knew the secrets that lived in her purely human family tree, had suspicions about her Uncle’s oddly nomadic life.

Elena had been ingesting vervain since she was old enough to be trusted alone in the backyard, enabling her to cultivate a hidden little garden. She regularly dosed her brother and her friends and had become the unofficial punch spiker for school dances specifically so she could slip some in with the booze. Cheerleading and daily runs in the woods kept her fit and stronger than she looked. She knew Mystic Falls, knew the land it had been long before the town itself, could see the bones of what it had been during the Civil War beneath the modern structures. Her magic was limited in power, the curse of her bloodline, but she had centuries of knowledge to draw on in how best to use it. And she knew vampires, knew them as well as any human ever could.

She didn’t want to hurt anyone. Never wanted to kill anyone, even if it wasn’t their first death. But she and Katerina shared more than just a face, and if it meant protecting her family or her friends, she would do what she had to do.

Including going to a party by the falls when it was the last thing on her mind. She used to be good at parties. Used to be the party, her and Caroline and Bonnie. School wasn’t like Mean Girls, even in a status-obsessed small town like theirs. Outside of Founder events, no one cared about your last name. But they were cheerleaders and for a certain limited definition that mostly existed in Caroline’s head in a teen movie montage sort of way, they could have been said to rule the school.

And then her parents died and the legacy in her blood smacked her in the face with an only kind of dead boy and now she was drinking shitty beer laced with vervain and faking an engaged conversation and a smile so wide her cheeks hurt directed at whoever was next to her whenever Stefan looked her way. He had clearly not gotten the memo about her strong desire to avoid any significant interaction with him and his gaze prickled against her skin.

Later she would curse herself for her inattention, for her selfishness. If she’d been less concerned with avoiding an awkward and potentially dangerous conversation with Katerina’s ex, if she’d been more concerned with the danger to everyone else, oblivious innocents with no idea of the danger lurking in their midst, maybe Vicky wouldn’t have been bitten.

When she heard the scream, followed by the unmistakable sound of Jeremy��s voice shouting, her heart stopped in her chest, terrified that she was going to lose him. But he was fine, holding up a rapidly-sobering Vicky. Matt’s sister was bleeding from a wound in her throat, eyes glassy and hands fluttering wildly as she mumbled, barely audible over the commotion of the party. “What the hell?! What the hell.”

“What happened?” Matt demanded before Elena could, eyes darting between his sister and Jeremy as he pulled Vicky away from the other boy.

“I don’t know, man, I just found her like this. I know Tyler was giving her grief earlier, but I don’t think he’d do this.”

Elena stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Jeremy’s as Matt turned to his sister just as she checked back into reality. “Mattie? This guy, he, he bit me, Mattie! I think he was on drugs or something? He bit me and then he got really angry and said something about me being dosed and then he ran off.”

Jeremy flinched against Elena and she grimly hoped that this horrible night would get him to stop stealing her pain medication. “You should get her to the hospital, Matt. Human mouths have a lot of disgusting germs in them,” she told him, completely serious and also hoping that Vicky’s accusation of drugs and her own words were enough to keep anyone from digging deeper.

Matt nodded, still scowling at Jeremy, and Tyler who had joined the circle of drunken students watching the drama unfold, and started pulling Vicky toward the parking lot. Elena caught Stefan watching her again and narrowed her eyes. “Go home, Jeremy, I’ll meet you there. Caroline’s mom will probably want to talk to you, see if you saw anything that might help them ID the guy, and you need to sober up first.”

He shrugged her off, but didn’t argue, and she took it as a win as she stalked toward Katerina’s ex, giving in to the inevitable.

“I know you didn’t do this,” she told him, before he could speak, and ignored the way his eyes widened, leaning closer to ensure only he could hear the deadly intent of her next words. “But if you brought someone with you who did, Damon or anyone else, you need to get them out of my town. Mystic Falls is not welcoming to any vampires who feed without consent.”

She didn’t wait for his answer, if he had one, just turned and left, hoping to find Bonnie or Caroline to catch a ride from.

The next morning the news showed a very generic sketch, the reporter asking people to be on the lookout for a non-local man on drugs who attacked people in the woods. Elena grimaced and didn’t protest when Jenna turned it off, muttering something about an asshole ex who had a lot of nerve to warn people about other men instead of himself.

School was a mess. Jeremy didn’t seem to be high, for once, but he was avoiding her and so was Caroline, for reasons Elena didn’t understand. Stefan kept trying to get her alone, clearly wanting to know what she knew. She finally escaped with the end of day bell and took a moment to center herself in the bathroom, reaching out with her faint thread of magic.

It led her to the Grill, Caroline crying at a table as Bonnie awkwardly tried to comfort her. “How come he didn’t go for me? Why do the guys I want never want me?”

“Oh Caroline, boys are dumb,” Elena said, dropping next to Caroline in the booth. “So very dumb.”

Caroline whirled on her. “It’s easy for you to say that! You always say the right thing, I always say the wrong thing. I work so hard and got to know him and flirted and he still picked you.”

“Stefan?” Elena asked, shocked and mad at herself for missing this. She’d missed too much lately and it needed to stop now. “Caroline, I’m not interested in him. He just won’t leave me alone and I don’t know why.” She did know why, knew how much he’d loved the last woman to bear her face, but she could hardly explain that. And the rest of her statement stood.

Caroline, brilliant friend that she was, pivoted on a dime from heartbroken envy to protective rage. “Who does he think he is? God’s gift to high school? If he doesn’t leave you alone, we will ruin him,” she said furiously, already pulling out her phone to start the various text chains that would accomplish just that.

Elena laughed, pulling her in for a hug before she could hit send and roping Bonnie in too. “I love you. Can we save ruining for another day and have a sleepover tonight? I’m thinking rum floats and movies about talking pets.”

Bonnie snorted and Caroline giggled a little wetly into Elena’s shoulder before nodding, priorities realigning again. “Definitely. I just got some new gold face masks. We’ll be the fanciest drunk girls in Mystic Falls.”

Across the room, unnoticed by them all, Damon Salvatore reevaluated the usefulness of the blonde as a target and moved on to other strategies. Instead of the first of many nights of horrific trauma that would have lingered in the back of her mind for the rest of her life, Caroline went home with her two best friends and invented a drinking game based on how many animal-related puns were used in a given scene.

Elena fell asleep in a tangled pile with both her best friends, happiness sinking into her bones, warding off the grief and the fear that had been swallowing her. This was how it should be. This was how it would be, and no vampire was going to ruin it.

Chapter Three

#vampire diaries #elena gilbert #elejah #fanfic #my fanfic #blame it on the stardust #rebloggable

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audreycj-things · 4 years ago

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[𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓽𝔀𝓸] My Top Five I.T. Career Choices

Are you a current or aspiring student of the information technology department? Are you having trouble with what job to take once you’ve completed your four years of torture college? If that’s two yeses, you’re in luck because in this blog post, I’ll be sharing with you the possible careers I’m considering on taking after I graduate.

But before that, let me share with you how I became a part of the Computer Studies department in the first place!

A Back Story of My Career Dilemmas

Roughly three years ago, upon approaching my senior high school years, I was dead set on taking the path towards becoming a lawyer. Hence, I enrolled under the Humanities and Social Sciences strand. (I no longer remember why I wanted to take up law though.) A few self-evaluations later, I realized I wanted to become a medical professional, specifically a neurosurgeon. I can attribute this to familial expectations, the many Korean dramas I watched, and my desire to improve the country’s healthcare system, to help people, and to be one of the few doctors with nice handwriting. And so, I shifted to the STEM strand up until I graduated.

During my last few months in senior high, I underwent personal dilemmas on what I really wanted. Amidst my extended family’s career expectations for me, my wise mother constantly reminded me the reality of medical professionals’ work. She emphasized the importance of your college program being a product of your own choice rather than everyone else’s expectations. And so, I was no longer sure of what program to take in college. At this point, I was already panicking, especially after seeing how confident my peers were with what career they had in mind. All I knew is that I was completely clueless of what to become and that I am a fairly versatile individual who always tries her best in whatever situation and opportunity she’s thrown in. (I’m known to be a jack-of-all-trades type of person.)

Seeing my struggle, my mom recommended me to consider the I.T. field. As a college professor and her university’s official representative to local and international seminars, she has witnessed and understood the potential and significance of professions under this field. Although hesitant at first—mostly because I haven’t been too exposed to opportunities that allow me to acquire advanced computer-related skills (not including the ones I learned in my basic education’s computer classes)— I gave her suggestion some thought and decided that I shall take up the challenge.

And so, here I am, enrolled as a Computer Science student in the tech savvy Malayan Colleges Mindanao.

My Top Five I.T. Career Choices

Before anything else, allow me to explain briefly about the I.T. field that I plan to be a part of. This is for you to be able to catch up with what I’m trying to say, especially since there are going to be various technical terms from here on. And who knows? I might spark your interest in giving this career path a try!

According to Computer Science Online, the information technology industry operates across a range of industries, such as healthcare, finance, education, and entertainment. Broadly, information technology can be defined as the use of computing via various components (e.g. hardware, services, software) to develop, manage, transform, share and store information in different forms. Careers in information technology deal with the design, creation, management, and maintenance of the varied components of the system, including software, hardware, networks, systems integration, and multimedia.

[1] COMPUTER PROGRAMMER

The number one thing that I absolutely want to become is to be a computer programmer.

Following Technopedia’s definition, a computer programmer is a skilled professional who codes, tests, debugs, and maintains the comprehensive instructions known as computer programs that devices should follow to execute their functions. Computer programmers also conceptualize, design, and test logical structures to solve computer issues. Programmers make use of specific computer languages like C, C++, Java, PHP, .NET, etc. to convert the program designs developed by software developers or system architects into instructions that the computer could follow. They often refer to code libraries for simplifying their coding and might build or make use of computer-aided software tools to automate the coding.

I’ve always been awestruck of how coding works. It amazes me how a series of words and symbols arranged in a definite order will result to apps, websites, and other various software—even this word document I’m using under Microsoft Office! It’s surreal how each element of this software functions in such a smart and creative manner, especially when you know it as merely words and symbols in its raw form. I want to be able to do this by developing and learning all the knowledge and skills a good programmer should possess. Afterall, one should aim for excellence first; success will follow.

[2] SOFTWARE DEVELOPER

Another career that I would love to have is to be a software developer.

According to CollegeGrad, software developers are the creative minds behind computer programs. Some develop the applications that allow people to do specific tasks on a computer or another device. Others develop the underlying systems that run the devices or that control networks. Software developers oversee the entire development process for a software program, including testing and maintenance. They design the program and then give instructions to programmers, who write computer code and test it.

Admittedly, I prefer doing the back-end job of a programmer. I don’t really love leading a team in a somewhat creativity-based project. However, the idea of initiating and facilitating the coming-to-life process of a computer program seems incredibly fulfilling. If ever I do become a software developer, I would probably create a computer program that will be of use to hospitals and schools. In fact, my mother encourages me to consider developing an enrollment system someday. No pressure.

[3] DATABASE ADMINISTRATOR

My third option is to become a database administrator.

According to Learn How to Become and Wikipedia, database administrators are responsible for establishing databases for organizations in all sectors of the economy in accordance with their specific needs in order to ensure that data is readily accessible for efficient and effective use by anyone with permission to use it. They use specialized software to store and organize data. Their role may include capacity planning, installation, configuration, database design, migration, performance monitoring, security, troubleshooting, as well as backup and data recovery.

A database administrator’s job appeals to my perfectionism. The idea of being in-charge of keeping everything organized is a huge but ultimately fulfilling challenge.

[4] CYBER SECURITY CONSULTANT

Another career I have in mind is to be a cyber security consultant.

Top Universities emphasizes that maintaining cyber security in the modern world has become increasingly important, so a cyber security consultant’s role focuses on understanding the risks to the security of information or data. I would have to analyze where security breaches may occur or have occurred, and restore or reinforce systems against such breaches, to ensure that confidential data is protected. This role could include ‘ethical hacking’, meaning deliberately attempting to hack into my employer’s network to expose any weaknesses. Alternatively, I could work as a computer forensics analyst or investigator to combat the increasing phenomenon of cyber-crime.

I can attribute my attractions towards this career to the movies I’ve watched that portray hacking (or anything of the sort) to be cool. In several action movies, I always felt excited when seeing characters getting out of a tight, life-and-death situation with their cyber security-related skills. Although now I know that there’s more to this job than hacking—which they only do for testing reasons, otherwise it would be a crime—it still appeals to that part of my self that craves for thrill. In hindsight, the chances of coming across serious cyber security situations (like a government cyber security breach) here in the Philippines is quite low compared to other countries, so I guess my thrill-seeking self won’t be too satisfied if I work locally.

[5] GAME DEVELOPER

My last and fifth career choice is to become a game developer.

According to Top Universities, game developers produce games for personal computers, games consoles, social/online games, arcade games, tablets, mobile phones, and other handheld devices. This role splits into two main parts. First, there’s the creative side of designing a game and dealing with the art, animation, and storyboarding. Second, there’s the programming side, using programming languages such as C++.

I fit into the second part of developing game—the programming part. Although I’d rather invest on computer programs that are of use to the community, helping create a game seems like a fun way to apply coding. In hindsight, games are not just limited to the “fun” aspect because they offer more benefits than entertainment, so I guess I’m still helping the community in a way. I play games myself, especially the MOBA (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena) game called League of Legends. I understand and have experienced that one can learn, acquire, and hone skills (like strategy planning, enhanced reflexes, analysis) from playing games, especially complex ones. Furthermore, one can create and maintain friendships with games, as well as improve their self-confidence.

OVERALL...

Computer programmer, software developer, database administrator, cyber security consultant, game developer… whatever my career will be, I hope I’ll love what I’ll do and contribute something to the betterment of the community.

I also hope to prove some family members wrong about IT-related jobs being insignificant, that graduates under this program just “end up in computer shops.” While managing and maintaining a computer shop is a noble job, there’s so much more to the professions under I.T. that are constantly being overlooked and taken for granted. We are literally living in the digital age, yet many people still don’t appreciate this field enough. Hopefully, I’ll be able to enlighten and inspire people to try this career path and be a part of the tech savvy community.

Wish me luck in my journey!

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When Love Walks In - Chpt 1

Chapter One - The Accident

(Hi there. This is my first fanfiction and writing of any kind really. I’ve been inspired by those writers who have gone before me. Thank you for your incredible efforts, talent and bravery. This will be a multi-chapter love story and work of pure fiction using Auston Matthews as the inspiration for the main character of the same name and Dr Quinn Tolpa as a character I created myself. I’ve purposely refrained from describing the appearance of the female lead character, Dr Quinn, as I want you to imagine her as you see her in your mind. Also, please keep in mind that I am in no way knowledgable about the medical profession and have based any medical references on my own minor research. So please forgive any inaccuracies. Potential triggers: Life-threatening hockey accident involving the throat. Coma. Surgery. Ventilator. Some swear words. I will mark when Sex/Smut Scenes are coming up. I hope you enjoy the ride. It’s going to be a good one and worth getting past the setup chapters.) 3389 words

Chapter One - The Accident

It is late in the third period of a tied Game 7 of the 2024/25 Stanley Cup finals between the Toronto Maple Leafs, and the New Jersey Devils when 27-year-old Auston Matthews of the Leafs, takes a puck, from the Devils’ defence, squarely to his throat.

The Toronto home crowd falls eerily silent and holds a collective, horrified breath. You can tell that the Leaf players on the ice are not aware that the puck hit Auston directly in the throat. As the whistle blows, the Leafs’ trainers and medical staff rush to help Auston, who is thrashing in pain on the ice. Everyone now has a chance to look up at the replay on the JumboTron. The mouths of Auston’s teammates and coaches drop in unison along with the crowd, followed by audible gasps of, “My God!”

As soon as the trainers can get to Auston, he manages to stand up but then immediately collapses into unconsciousness. The capacity crowd’s screams echo throughout the arena at the drama of it all. As everyone watches, four of Auston’s teammates rush to pick up their friend and get him to the Leafs’ medical room as quickly as possible.

What is sure at this point, is that Auston’s airway has been cut off from the impact of the shot to his Larynx. He is unconscious and not breathing as he lays on the treatment table in the dressing room. An emergency Tracheotomy is performed on-site by the team’s medical doctor, to get Auston breathing again.

Auston is still unconscious, but breathing with the help of the Thrach, oxygen supply and EMS, as he is rushed by ambulance to Mount Sinai Hospital for life-saving surgery.

Auston’s parents, Brian and Ema and his two sisters, Alexandria (older) and Breyana (younger), manage to get down to the Leafs’ dressing room within minutes of the accident and are ushered straightaway to a police car which escorts them to join up with Auston at the hospital. Upon their arrival, Auston’s parents are signing releases and authorizations on behalf of their son, for the hospital medical staff.

A still unconscious Auston arrives at the Emergency Department of Mount Sinai Hospital, with Leafs’ medical staff in tow, to a team of surgeons and medical staff awaiting his arrival. They immediately usher Auston, via stretcher, into an exam room where what remains of his hockey equipment is cut off. They first ensure that Auston’s airway is maintained. The staff take Auston’s vitals along with scans and a full body assessment. Since it is immediately clear that Auston is suffering from a crushed Larynx and likely vocal cord damage, the doctors on duty, without hesitation, summon Dr Quinn Tolpa.

Dr Quinn, as she prefers to be called, lives in a high rise condo located within 10 minutes of the hospital. It’s around 10 pm, and she has just returned home from a late Pilate’s class and subsequent shower. As she thinks to go turn on the TV to see if the City is going to erupt any time soon by the Leafs winning the Stanley Cup for the first time in over 50 years, her pager goes off. The message reads, Paging Dr Quinn Tolpa, Medical Emergency, Laryngeal Trauma, etc., Theatre 3, M.S.H, time 10:03. She replies, texting her ETA and hurries to change her clothes, feeling relieved that she already showered at the gym. She rushes to her car in the parking garage and begins to wonder about road conditions. If the Leafs have already won the Cup, then she will be in trouble as the traffic will be insane. As she drives out of the garage, she sees it is quiet on the streets, almost eerily quiet.

In little time, Dr Quinn arrives on-site and starts getting into her scrubs in the room attached to Theatre 3. ��The other doctors and medical staff greet her and thank her for coming so quickly.

“We have ourselves a VIP of sorts in there, Dr Quinn, so no pressure”, an attending doctor jokes nervously to ease the tension.

“I’m sorry, Doctor, what?” Quinn replies, confused as she starts to prep.

Realizing there is no time to get into who the patient is, the attending physician replies, “Not important, Dr Quinn. NHL hockey player is all.” He begins briefing her on what transpired and his assessment.

Dr Quinn has just finished scrubbing up when the doctor completes his briefing. She has a few questions for the doctor and medical staff about Auston’s vitals and how he is responding to treatments already given, which they answer to her satisfaction.

She takes a look at Auston’s scan results as well as the results from his standard tests and then moves over to where he lays on the operating table. She quickly runs her own physical evaluation. All indications are that Auston’s Larynx has been severely crushed and will need intricate repair before the bleeding stops. She will address his airway, breathing and collapsed lung to get him stabilized.

The attending doctor notes, “We understand he was about 4 feet from the player who fired the puck.”

Dr Quinn is shocked by the image that races across her mind. “Four feet away! Dear Lord!” She draws in a deep breath and exhales.

All the medical support staff have eyes on Dr Quinn as they assume their positions. Taking command of the room, she rallies, “Okay, everyone, let’s save this young man’s life.”

After 2 hours of her expert, delicate and intricate surgery, Auston is in stable condition. It is time for her to speak with his family. But before Dr Quinn can find them, the other doctor pulls her aside to explain who, precisely, this patient is that she just finished operating on.

“Auston Matthews?” She repeats as a question. She has heard the name before but had never paid much attention as she had been focused intensely on her career over the last number of years. But, having been born and raised in the City of Toronto, she, of course, knows who the Leafs are and how important they are to the City. She also knows that the Leafs were playing in the final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs because, unless you live under a rock, no one in the City could be unaware of that fact.

Dr Quinn is a bit embarrassed to be a Torontonian at this moment; not knowing much about the City’s esteemed hockey superstar who she has just helped. She has to remind herself that during the past nine years of her life, she did not have the luxury of dividing her time and energy to much outside of her education and career. Becoming a Medical Doctor, surgeon and then rising through the ranks at breakneck speed to become Canada’s youngest specialist in the field of Otolaryngology-Head and Neck Surgery as well as an internationally recognised leader in the field of vocal cord reconstruction had been her focus and a huge one at that.

Dr Quinn walks towards the ‘family quiet room’ where she’s told Auston’s family are waiting. She taps on the door, and it is opened by a tall, broad-shouldered man who Dr Quinn assumes to be Auston’s father. There are three women in the room whom she believes to be Auston’s mother and sisters, as well as a few men wearing Leafs’ jackets whom she guesses are from the Leafs’ organization. There is no escaping that they are all torn apart by Auston’s accident. Their wet, swollen eyes and red faces reflect their intense pain and fear. Dr Quinn’s heart sinks to see them all in such distress. She wants desperately to reassure them.

“Hello, my name is Dr Quinn Tolpa, please call me Dr Quinn. I just performed surgery on Auston”, she announces as she reaches her hand out to shake hands with and learn the names of the loved ones of her newest patient.

“He’s in stable condition right now, and staff are currently transferring him to the Intensive Care Unit on the 4th floor. The 2-hour surgery included completing a Tracheostomy and hooking him up to a Ventilator. A cuffed tube was inserted and inflated to make sure that the only air in his throat is coming from the Ventilator, which will allow Auston’s throat and Larynx to heal without interference. I repaired Auston’s Larynx. I also drained blood from his lungs as it had caused one of his lungs to collapse.”

There is a burst of relief, followed by a lot of ‘thanks to God’. They hug each other and sob in relief.

Dr Quinn continues, “I understand how scary this all must be for you. Please know that Auston is in the best possible place given his type of injury and that we will do everything within our power to help Auston make as full a recovery as possible. I can tell you that the surgery was successful in repairing his damaged Larynx and in doing so, we removed the obstruction from his airway and stopped the bleeding. While Auston is in a stable state right now, that is not of his own doing. We have him on a Ventilator and have placed him in a medically induced Coma, which is giving him a chance to heal his Larynx and vocal cords as well as to stave off any brain damage. We can’t rule out brain damage or a concussion since he stopped receiving oxygen for a time at the arena and he hit his head on the ice after he passed out. He is going to stay in the induced Coma for at least five days, and at such time we will be able to assess his progress and alleviate any further issues he may present.”

“I know I’m overloading you with information right now but want you to know where things stand at the moment and what to expect in the next little while where Auston’s concerned. Since I will be Auston’s attending medical specialist, please know that you can consult with me on his condition at any time. I am perfectly happy to repeat any of this information back to you, so don’t hesitate to ask me any questions you may have. Here is my card with my contact information. Day or night, please know that I am here for you all.” Dr Quinn reassures them as she hands each of them her card.

Dr Quinn continues, “Okay, so specifically, we diagnosed Auston with Laryngeal Trauma, which means a crushed Larynx, which I understand was caused by a puck hitting his throat at high speed and close range. The priority was to secure his airway, which was done by the Leafs’ medical staff at the arena by performing a crude Tracheotomy. By accounts, it appears that this procedure was done within the time limits to avoid brain damage, but we will not know for certain until Auston regains consciousness. When Auston arrived here, we ran scans, X-rays, tests and assessments to determine the extent of the damage to his Larynx. His Larynx was so badly crushed it was by far the most challenging surgical repair of fractured and internal lacerations I have ever had to make, but I’m pleased with how well it went.”

“Also, in 5 days, I expect to perform what is called a Microlaryngoscopy and Bronchoscopy, in order to re-assess the healing process and attend to any issues that may present themselves by that time. If all goes well then, Auston should be cleared to be woken from his Coma. At that time, we will have him on complete voice rest until he can breathe on his own and his airway heals. Also, we should be able to evaluate any brain damage, concussion symptoms, how well or not his vocal cords are mending and whether he has any diminished breathing abilities or difficulties swallowing”, she explains.

Now she has to tell them what they need to know but will scare the hell out of them. “Since vocal cords are next to the Larynx and Auston’s are severely crushed, there is a chance that they will not be able to join together as they heal, which will cause Auston to have trouble speaking. But, I want you to know that I have been heading a team that has been pioneering research in the area of vocal cord rejuvenation and there is a new technique that we have developed that is providing a chance where there was none previously. If it comes down to that, I want you to know there is some hope. Results of applying this new technique have proven to be highly successful in trials. It is ground-breaking, and I want you to know about it as it has been my primary objective to find a way to bring hope to patients who previously had none in such cases. Oh, and last thing, Auston’s collapsed lung should recover in a couple of days and is common when there is bleeding from trauma to the Larynx. We will, of course, monitor Auston for everything”, Dr Quinn draws in a deep breath and waits a moment for a response.

“Can we see him now?” They plead in unison.

Relieved that they seem to have accepted what she just told them, she answers, “Yes, I’ll take you up in a moment. You can stay in the room with Auston, day and night. You can sleep in the reclining chairs in the room. Unfortunately, there are only two reclining chairs that will fit in the space, but they are more comfy and supportive than you might expect. I believe it is of great importance that family be able to stay with their loved ones overnight and get as good a sleep as possible. Families provide love and support, which is essential in speeding up the healing process. Being close to the patient also gives families some measure of control in an often uncontrollable situation. We have pillows and blankets, so please ask the nurse.”

“Doctor? When my son is in Coma, can he hear me?” Auston’s mother asks hopefully in her broken English.

“Mrs Matthews, I am sorry that he will not be able to understand what you say since a medically induced coma is a deep state of unconsciousness, leaving the sounds with no consciousness to reach. However, please do not let that deter you from talking, singing or reading to Auston. There have been claims that other senses are at work that pick up on vibrations, energy etc. and may subconsciously bring peace and comfort to your boy. It can also be comforting to you as well”, Dr Quinn explains with compassion that the family can feel.

“If you would like to follow me, I can take you upstairs to Intensive Care now.” Dr Quinn leads the group to the elevator and up to the 4th floor. Everyone is silent as they all try to process the information they have just received.

“Please stay in the waiting room for one moment while I confirm that things are ready”, She asks the group as she heads into the Intensive Care Unit.

Auston’s family is too worked up to sit down, so they stand there while the team staff members take a seat as they plan to give the family privacy to visit Auston and make their update calls to Leafs’ management.

“Hi, Angels? How’s it going with our patient, Mr Matthews?” Dr Quinn asks the two attending nurses, Nicole and Kelly.

“He’s all set up Dr Quinn,” Nicole informs.

“Doctor, are you aware that this is Auston Matthews? You know, the superstar hockey player that plays for the Leafs?” Kelly asks.

“Yeah, that’s what they tell me. Auston was playing in the Stanley Cup final game and got a puck to the throat”, Dr Quinn shivers as she reacts to her own words. “Poor guy, eh? Hey, do you know if the Leafs ended up winning?” She asks.

“No, we haven’t heard anything. It’s been pretty busy in here tonight”, both nurses chime in.

Dr Quinn adds, “Well, I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough. I don’t know what to hope for because if the team won, then Auston missed out and if the team lost, then he’ll be devastated and so will the City. What a no-win situation. In any event, I’m going to get Auston’s family now. They are lovely people. Afterwards, I will get the attending doctor up to speed and fill out some paperwork. Any questions before I go?”

“No, we read the file and know what to do. Should be fine Dr Quinn”, the nurses confirm with confidence.

“Okay, good. I’ll go get the family”, Dr Quinn announces.

“Thanks, Doctor”, the nurses replied.

“Thank you, Angels!” Quinn adds, as she always does, to show her appreciation for all they do. “Ha, so I guess you’re Auston’s Angels now ladies”, she jokes to lighten the mood, and they chuckle.

Dr Quinn returns to Auston’s waiting family and announces that the room and Auston are ready for them.

“I just want to give you a heads up that Auston is hooked up to some large machines to help him breathe, monitor his vitals, give him his fluids and administer his medications. Please don’t be alarmed as this is all normal procedure in such cases”, Dr Quinn informs them.

“Thank you, Dr Quinn, from the bottom of our hearts for everything you have done and will do for our boy”, Auston’s father says as his voice drips with emotion. The rest of the family mumble the same, sniffling as they each take turns hugging Quinn tight, trying to convey their appreciation.

“Please call us by our first names, Dr Quinn. We are family now”, Ema insists.

“Sure. I’m happy to be able to help. Please follow me”, Dr Quinn instructs as she leads them towards Auston’s room.

The family pass in front of Dr Quinn to get to Auston’s bed. Quiet gasps and sobs from the group mingle with the pulse and hiss of the breathing machine keeping Auston alive. Ema hugs and kisses her son, crying she tells him in Spanish that she doesn’t know what she’ll do if he doesn’t pull through. Brian, standing behind Ema with his hand on her back has tears pouring down his devastated, hand covered face. Alex and Bre approach Auston from the other side of the bed, youngest wrapped in the arm of the oldest. Standing next to their brother, they take hold of his hand and wipe tears from their red cheeks. As they gasp for air, they tell Auston they love him, know he will triumph over this like he does everything and that he is the best brother ever.

Dr Quinn tries to remain stoic. After making sure everyone is okay and settled, she excuses herself from the room and heads over to the Intensive Care station to speak to the attending doctor, finish up some paperwork and make some calls. Then she hears it.

“They lost!” one of the nurses announces loudly.

Dr Quinn rushes over to the nurse standing about 5 feet from her, to explain the situation and ask her to please keep the news to herself.

Although the news crushes Dr Quinn, she also has a strong feeling wash over her that it will all be okay in the end. She has no idea why she feels this way, but it calms her entire being.

Dr Quinn informs Auston’s family that she is going home to get some sleep as she has worked 13 hours in the last 24 hour period. She introduces them to the attending Doctor, Dr Higgins and reassures them that she is merely a phone call away if they need to speak to her before her 9 am return.

Dr Quinn returns to her condo. She knows this upcoming week will be a trying one for her, Auston’s family and the City of Toronto. Tired, Dr Quinn rests in the knowledge that her hard work and studies might be able to turn this tragic situation into a positive outcome. She resolves that she is determined to do that for Auston, his family and the City of Toronto. She will be the Superstar that everyone needs right now. This is her chance to do what she has been training for her whole life. This is her Cup moment, so to speak.

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