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From MC Monday (I seemed to have deleted it by mistake.)
Tobias Carrick:
Ah, young Tobias. You could sort of tell the shit he was about to get into by that grin on his Kenmore Intern ID. But randy as he may have been, he was still astute and disciplined when it came to medicine. In no time, he made quite a name for himself in the region.
After one year at Edenbrook, he replaced Ethan as Director of the Diagnostics Team when Dr. Ramsey became Chief of Medicine at Edenbrook.
When Casey's career necessitated a move to DC, he was offered a choice of positions at GWU, where his family had deep roots. Still unwilling to accept any assistance (or the appearance of such) from his family in his career, he turned them down.
He chose to open a private practice and Aurora and Jackie were among those to join his staff. It was a perfect situation with a growing family, and he was happy with the flexibility it afforded.
About five years later, Inova Health (the top hospital in the region) approached him about the Chief of Medicine position at their Fairfax, VA medical center. Although he wanted to pursue it desperately, he feared it would be too much of a disruption to his family's life. He was about to turn the offer down when Casey convinced him they would make it work. He had sacrificed so much to make the move to DC in support of her, she promised they'd do whatever it took to make this happen for him too.
He remained at Inova for well over a decade, but as he began to approach the end of his career, he finally came to accept where he belonged in his family legacy. He oversaw the building of a wing built in his father's name at GWU Hospital and eventually went to work there, sitting on the Board.
Casey MacTavish-Carrick:
Casey remained in Boston after her residency, becoming an attending physician at Edenbrook and continuing her work on the Diagnostics Team.
As she became more involved with her advocacy for equal access to healthcare, she began spending a good amount of time traveling between Boston and Washington, DC.
GWU Hospital wanted to create a diagnostics team and they offered her the opportunity to head up the department.
The idea of being able to create a department from the ground up, and being able to work in DC where most of her advocacy work took place was too enticing, her answer was yes, as long as she could get Tobias to agree.
Initially, he was not keen on returning to the area where he grew up/family remained, but he did not want to put a damper on Casey's dreams, so he agreed and they moved to DC.
Casey led her new department to be one of the top diagnostic teams in the world less than 5 years after its inception.
During her career she remained a fierce advocate for healthcare accessibility, serving on numerous committees and as an advisor to various political think tanks and two sitting US Presidents.
@tobias-carrick-appreciation-week
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Day 67: pixelated
Submitted by @razzbery
#charlie slimecicle#slimecicle#cs daily#cs image#cs submission#Uncreative caption but I just queued like 6 posts so it’s okay.#2 more days.
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Today's Card Is: Aron
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After miraculously fixing the plant and escaping the facility in Inepril, Vash suddenly collapses and falls unconscious. To try to get to the bottom of his uncharacteristic exhaustion, Milly and Meryl confront the plant engineer Elizabeth.
Hello! Here’s my fic based on episode 6 for the Watch Party event. Thanks for sharing! ~ Seven
#submission#tri98watchparty#Day 6#THIS IS EXCITING#and super cool#please give it a read it's really good#trigun 1998#trigun 98#Trigun
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Month of Emmet Day 7: Train/Subway
In which Emmet plays with his little sister, and Iris expresses murderous intent towards toy trains.
The fic can be read here on AO3, or below the cut here on Tumblr.
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Have a good day!
“What’s this?”
Emmet looked up at the little six-year-old, who was inspecting a piece of track like it was a particularly difficult arithmetic problem. He brightened.
“That is a junction,” he said. Glancing down at the snaking wooden tracks around them, he found the end of what had been put together so far. “Here – if you put it in here,” he gestured, and Iris scooted over to put it in place with a dull clunk, “then you can have two routes.”
“Is that what this bit is for?” she asked, wiggling the lever poking out the side of the junction piece.
“Yep! That is the switch. It changes which set of tracks the train will travel down.”
Iris hummed, cheri-berry-red eyes shining. She turned back to the box of railroad pieces and started rooting around for more pieces to connect.
Emmet looked around at what the two of them had already built. It wound around Drayden’s living room floor, the coffee table moved out of the way for maximum space in which to exercise creativity. He smiled – he and Ingo used to play with these when they were little, but it had been years since then. Now, with Iris being brought into their family, plenty of older toys he hadn’t seen or even thought about in ages had been dragged back up out of the past for her to play with.
It was verrrrry nostalgic.
“Do both of them need to connect?” Iris asked, bringing his attention back to her. Her little hands were full of pieces, long and short, curved and straight, and she had a look of chaos in her eyes.
“Technically? No. Realistically? Yes. It would be verrrrry bad if one were to end in a dead end.”
“But what if I want to send Thomas over an edge?”
He blinked.
“That would be mean.”
“He made his choice,” she said, trading one piece for another.
“And you want it to be his last?”
She came back over, shuffling on her knees, and plopped a piece down.
Ingo poked his head into the room before she could respond, telling them that lunch was ready.
“Our little sister is a murderer,” Emmet said to him, watching Iris lay down the tracks following only one set of rails at the junction. The other led to nothing, only the abyss of the living room rug.
“So I heard,” his twin said as she finished putting down the tracks and went back over to the box. His eyes turned to the tracks, as did Emmet's. "And so I can see."
“What’s this?” They both looked back to Iris, who was now holding up a piece of wood that was decidedly not a track. It was longer than it was wide, square-shaped and with notches cut into the corners a little ways from one end.
“… That is a whistle,” Emmet said.
“I thought Uncle Drayden hid those,” Ingo said.
“So did I.”
“So, do I just blow into it?” Iris asked, and did just that before they could protest. The sound it made was piercing, as close of an imitation of a train whistle as anything made of wood could produce, and loud as could be with how enthusiastically she blew on it.
They could hear Drayden heave a sigh in the kitchen, and a distinct mutter of, “I thought I hid those,” that his beard did nothing to muffle.
#pokemon#pokemon fanfiction#eggin's writings#submas#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#pokemon iris#gym leader drayden#family fluff#monthofemmet#here you go have some fluff after day 6's submission#you can pry big brothers ingo and emmet and little sister iris from my cold dead hands
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☆ Nathaniel Wilson ☆
I Really Like Nathaniel because the guy embodies Hope and Positivity without forcing it down the gullets of everyone around him.
He looks like he'd be a pleasant individual to actually be around at 7 am. Even before his coffee. [ Sera should be too, she doesn't seem like an unbearable person to be around in La Matinée ( the Morning ) . But still, she is alot grumpier than her other half. ]
With that said. Insert Happy music here. Nujabes or Smth.
Submitted by @mettamorphoses!
Love the way you drew Nate here! such a clean style and serious face :> He's my favorite little quadfocal guy... friendly, polite, and a good conversationalist! You're absolutely right, he's one of the easiest people to get along with. It's almost like he knows exactly what to say to people.
Sera isn't grumpy so much as she is disinterested and dismissive. She heads to work without bothering to make small talk besides a basic "Hello." if she passes you by. Not the worst outcome, really, if silence doesn't bother you.
#submission#yeah. i'm in Tags too. wassup witchu#Aight but seriously i wonder how literally anyone would be like at 7 am.#Deva's tags start here =>#If he's home for the day he will always be a good conversationalist and offer breakfast or coffee on a morning#This is literally so cool#queued post#As for people at 7 am...#Sera is up by 4 AM unless Nate doesn't have work. By 7 she has already had breakfast and gotten ready to work on her projects.#If you catch her it is likely after she returns from a morning flight. She'll be civil but it can easily come off the wrong way. aw.#Nate takes a lot of long shifts that stretch into the night. Due to this he and Sera have very contrasting schedules.#If you see him in the morning it is usually only because of the weekend or whatever other days he takes off. He is a very tired guy#Vincent has a very erratic schedule and he is always out and about doing things that fancy him#He is also a HEAVY sleeper. Nothing can really wake him except for a very specific noise#Said sound makes him wake up in a horrendous mood. Most mornings are thankfully safe from this sort of temper.#It is hard to say what new bizarre thing he will get himself into next. Like doomcrying while hidden on the roof of a religious congregatio#Sonia is not up by 7 AM without a good reason to be. She is down at the kitchen in a bathrobe by 9 to eat some breakfast.#Which made her the unknowing first victim of Vincent's newly founded pyramid scheme#Amon is a late riser since he is still used to his old schedule from his time at the Ricciardi mafia. Sleeps late? wakes late!#If it's a weekday he will always be up at 6 AM regardless of the amount he slept to take Adra to school.#Eric tends to wake up early but often gets caught up in personal projects. He loves music and editing his tracks but it really eats his tim#So Eric will be going to sleep at 4 and see Sera making herself coffee whilst Nate is also coming home from work and crashing on the couch.#Not even Amon heads in that late. Maybe Vincent does though. If he's “Traversing the night.” Like he says he does.#Vince can't see very well at night anymore. And the sun is almost blinding now. But it's nothing to an immortal like him! ha! bow before hi
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finally got around to counting up the submissions for the furniture set bracket and these are the sets that made it in. conveniently, if I left out the pocket camp exclusive sets, I ended up with 64 sets that got submitted more than once, so I didn't have to do any fussing to decide which to keep and which to kick out.
my intention for seeding is to spread out the most submitted sets as much as possible, then the ones that only got 2-3 submissions I'll just do alphabetical order. still considering if I want sets that were redesigned in acnh to go up against their classic counterparts or not. I'll stick a poll for that at the end
I still have to sort through the submissions for individual furniture items. hopefully I'll get to that sometime within the next week or two. if you're wondering where froggy chair is, it'll be in that one lmao
#this is still a couple months away though I could start it early since the rest of the kk rounds will post in 1 day#then we'll have 6 days silence#we'll see how I'm feeling#also just because those top four are the only ones to crack 10 submissions I don't think they'll be final 4#lots of good sets in here that are easy to forget until they're put in front of you#lots of REALLY GOOD sets only got one submission. rip nintendogs I think you could've gone far
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welp, just submitted a story to a lit mag whose response times can apparently be as big as 6 months so, now it's a waiting game to see which side the coin lands on but i should at least be close to the top of the reading pile if they go in order since submissions only opened a little over an hour ago so hopefully the response doesn't take forever.
#james talks#i reread it and deeply wanted to rewrite the whole thing but i knew there was simply no time since submissions were only open for 6 days--#and i would just edit out all of my voice if i rewrote or re-edited it so i made a few minor word choice changes and submitted it#nothing to do now but worry incessantly and wait to hear back#it's a horror short btw but i don't wanna say too much rn#anyway just shaking a little bit rn although it's hard to tell if that's the anxiety or the coffee or both#just gonna try not to think about it until i get any sort of email ig.#the magazine features so many cool shorts i doubt i'm getting selected but if i do it would be fun to call myself a published author#anyway i'm gonna go try to sleep now although we all know i'm not going to be able to actually sleep lol#james writes stuff
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Prompt: Proposal
Rating: Gen
Word count: 1203
Link: AO3
He asks her to marry him on their way to the firefly festival. He could have waited until the festival is over, until they’ve laughed, feasted and watched the hundreds of fireflies sifting through the forest darkness, but he is worried that the gathering crowd of nearly one thousand people may breed chaos and murder, and most importantly, he doesn’t want to wait anymore.
Ran feels the request before he asks; there’s a determination in his eyes but a slight tremor in his hands. He turns to face her when they’re just fifty steps to the matsuri, clamor and laughter closing in around them. The sky is not yet dark, a fading, pale shade of tephra. Shinichi breaths, kneels in front of her and says it simply. In his palm the small box looks strange and discordant, the ring inside dull and lightless.
She pauses, and says no.
They stray from their usual way home two days ago. Black-crowned night-herons breed through spring and summer; they glide across the rivers all year round but Ran has never seen them roost. Shinichi takes her into the deep of Beika Park, first following the desire paths then no path and all, until human cacophony grows thin and the callings of birds drown the silence.
The woods are snowcapped with birds. Egrets call on treetops; blue-blacked herons hunches between twigs, over their brown-colored chicks. In awe, Ran steps forward. The birds explode out of the trees and into a restless cloud.
They feel guilty, but laugh more. Ran moves toward again but Shinichi grabs her arm, stopping her: in front of them a small clump of brown is retreating back into the shadows.
The chick bears stars of white spots all over it and copper eyes. It does not call but stares blankly at them, one wing held closely to its side, the other trailing on the ground. Ran gasps, instinctively reaching out, but Shinichi doesn’t loosen his grip.
“Leave it,” Shinichi says.
“But...”
“Leave it, Ran.”
But he goes to it himself and wraps it in his school jacket. He holds it as tenderly as a cat, a child. A year ago, Conan once gathered an unconscious tit into his tiny palms, smiling in relief as it came to and fluttered away. Longer, longer ago, Shinichi unclamped his hands and revealed to her a confused squirrel.
Shinichi walks away, and this time she waits. He's gone for under five minutes. When he returns empty-handed, she does not ask.
The day he goes home and promises her, Kogoro and Hakase that he would not go away again, Ran buys a cake. He leaves the front door open; still she rings the doorbell as he’s standing in the middle of the living room, staring up at the ceiling as if it is a miracle he cannot comprehend. She was going to bake, Ran explains, unloading the giant butter cake onto the kitchen table. But she doesn’t want to spend three hours camping by the oven. He looks at her strangely, so she decides to be brave: she wants to be here with him.
The yellow-tinted light bakes the room; Ran feels her cheeks glowing a soft pink. Shinichi only remembers to help when she spills plastic forks and paper plates all over the table. The blue icing spells “To Shinichi”. He dips a finger into it and licks.
“Stop it!” Ran swats at his hand. “Even Conan-kun has better table manners than you.”
Her tone is light, expression hopefully delightful, and he does grin. Still a dread gnaws at her heart: it’s more like a decision than a reaction. Summer heat sends throbs to her head: for days she has not slept well, has worried too much, has missed him. Now that he is standing in front of her, solid and intact, she decides to ask nothing.
She counts seventeen candles. She expects Shinichi to complain with impatience, but he simply stares. His brows are drawn together, his gaze back and forth, visibly trying to restrain himself from spurting out trains of analysis and theories. Silly detective, she thinks. Always making the simple things complicated.
“For the birthday you missed,” she tells him. “Welcome back.”
Three days later she finds out that he is Conan.
“I’m sorry,” Ran says, blinking from coming tears. The world moves again, somehow has turned cerulean in eye blinks. Several steps away, a bunch of balloons blooms in the evening breeze. A child cries and badgers his mother for cotton candy. “I didn’t mean—”
He replies too quickly. “I know.”
“I’m not ready,” she doesn’t say “we”. A tremor leaks out of her throat and she has to clamp her eyes shut; still shadows of faces press and shake behind closed eyelids. Tears do not isolate her eyes from pain.
“I know,” Shinichi says. She fails to read his voice; it feels distant, weightless. People pass by; some gawk, leaving inches on her skin. A teenager whistles. Ran opens her eyes and sees Shinichi remaining on his knee. Quietly, she asks him to stand up; he obeys. Uncurls his fingers and slides the tiny box back into his pocket.
Every June in Beika, they host art markets, matsuri and then release three thousand fireflies into the forest. They come here yearly since fourteen. They compete for higher scores in dart-throwing, eat roasted corns and exchange gifts. This year, Ran buys Shinichi a pen and he buys her a wooden duck (“It’s a merganser.” “Shinichi!” “Okay, okay!”).
Fifteen minutes to seven, they slide out of the crowd and into the riverside shortcut; it takes three minutes in the unlit woods but brings them straight to the front row of the release. In soft darkness she gives him her hand; he teases at her night sight but his breath stutters himself. Three minutes, two, one.
They find the crowd just in time. Count down, cheers. Numerous fluorescent dots, into curtains of darkness like pollens of one invisible flower. Shinichi doesn’t let go of her hands.
“Can they stay alive out there?” she wonders aloud. Eighty percent of them die during transfer and after release, fourteen-year-old Shinichi has said, and looked annoyed when Ran cried. And the rest of them would not live past two months as adults.
Do you know there’s a firefly cave in New Zealand? It’s really pretty, you would never want to cry if you see them. They’re not flying fireflies, but slimy worms. But they glow blue and dot the inside of the cave, making it look like a starry sky.
Have you seen it?
No, but I’ll ask Tou-san and Kaa-san if you want to go.
Seventeen-year-old Shinichi says nothing. He says nothing as the crowd breaks, as the fireflies go, dispersed by wind and instinct. She lets him hold her hand until they part ways under the big oak tree. “See you tomorrow,” she says, as gently as she can.
“See you tomorrow,” Shinichi smiles.
He hands her the duck, turns away first. Ran glances at the lanterns twined between the leaves and thinks: This is the tree; it has watched them grow up. It has seen birds, snow, rain, fireworks, them. She doesn’t feel like crying now.
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Day 6 of Byler week: Pre-volume 2!
I am pretty new to the Byler and stranger things fandom, new enough that I was still watching the show for the first time when vol 2 came out, so I never really got around to theorizing about vol 2. So the only thing I could really think of for this prompt was changing the van speech.
Sorry for not staying really on the prompt, but I hope you enjoy the drawing nonetheless!
#Byler#byler fanart#bylerweek submission#bylerweek2023#mike wheeler#will byers#fanart#stranger things fanart#stranger things#stranger things vol 2#Day 6 pre-vol 2#Day 6 Pre-volume 2#bylerweek fanart#byler art#mike x will
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#i havent done my courseworky tasks in about 5-6 weeks#might go out for breakfast and then just focus on writing up my last two reflections and doing the application/submission stuff by the end#of the day
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Do you like werewolves? ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
Do you like maids? ( ◔ ౪◔)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・
Then you will love it down here at the Miracle Kiss Café!
Maids with animal traits of all kinds offer our Master’s and Mistresses’ all kinds of blessings and if you are lucky, they will work together with you to cast a Super Love Spell to make the food even more delicious ♡♡♡♡♡.
Please come to see us at the Miracle Kiss Café! ☆⌒c(´∀｀)ノ
~ Whiterose Week Day 6: Werewolf AU / Maid Cafe AU ~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47897239
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Today's Card Is: Ironing Man
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Day 6 - “TIP Book 2: The Seething Seas”
paying homage to one of my favorite elements of that book… the smoke kisses. 🔥🔥🔥 One of Eran’s very best ideas, tbh. And in a way I suppose this also fits the “overpowered” theme, because Mosk SURE gets overpowered by this, huhuhu 😈
#submission#dragonhusbands#hotdogdad#faedomweek2022#the ice plague: book 2 - the seething seas#notpoignant#not-poignant#faedom week 2022#eran iliakambar#mosk manytrees#day 6#fanart#fae tales verse#overpowered
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the 3rd anniversary costume design contest actually goes kinda hard. i think i wanna give it a shot
#lord of heroes#loh#submissions run through monday march 6th until sunday march 12th (6 days)#voting runs through monday march 6th until sunday march 19th (13 days)#and winners will first be announced on the anniversary stream#but my spring break doesn't start until march 13th......i'm gonna have to make this work#if i plan on doing the whole design sheet digitally i'm definitely gonna have to do a lot of extra thinking#considering that it takes me much longer to do digital art than traditional#i also need to brainstorm characters and pick a final one
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This is unfinished, but here’s a half-done Berlyne.
Happy TSE Week!
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