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hapump · 10 months
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护士资格证,人力资源师,造价工程师,会计从业,医师考试 #六级 #中药师 #中级会计师
Nurse qualification certificate, human resources engineer, cost engineer, accounting practitioner, doctor exam, level 6, Chinese pharmacist, intermediate accountant
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morganbritton132 · 10 months
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Eddie is walking around what he thinks is an empty house while he live-streams. He walks passed the living room, pauses, and then turns around.
Steve is in the living room. He is in the living room with Max. Eddie dropped Steve off at Max’s house over an hour ago so, “How did you get here?”
Steve: Max drove me
Eddie:
Eddie:
Eddie:
Eddie: Max doesn’t have a license
Max, not looking away from the tv: It’s never stopped me before
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inkskinned · 1 year
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so one time i got bit by a brown recluse which is one of the only types of spider in my area that's actually dangerous and at first i didn't know what had happened to me, only that it was nasty. the swelling wasn't going down and the wound started to get ugly. i don't want to like get into the details because that's gross but it got to the point 2 weeks later that i was worried enough to go to the doctor, which i hate doing.
i am not afraid of spiders but other people are so i'd been covering it with this big ole square bandage (i needed more landscape coverage than a simple bandaid) and sat in the university medical waiting room, kicking my heels and playing BOTW. the nurse who admitted me was like, oh, we have got to get Tom to cover this one. she wrote spider bite under my ticket.
i waited in the near-empty building for like an hour and then nurse tom shows up in spiderman scrubs, out of breath. "sorry," he says, "i saw - your slip - and I had," he heaves in a breath, "to run home and. get. these scrubs. i literally. ran. felt like a job. for. spiderman."
i laugh. he puts his hands on his knees, thumbs-ups at me. fishes a pamphlet out from under his clipboard that basically says spiders can be scary but you don't need to be scared, there's very few dangerous spiders in new england. "honestly," he wheezes, "we probably don't need to get you into an exam room. just..." he waves his hand at the pamphlet, "read that."
i look down at my arm. then back at him in his scrubs. and then down at my arm. i like that he made an effort to make a joke, but now it does not feel like a good joke, because they are mistaking my calm for a lack of injury. "can i. like. at least show you the bite?"
he gives me kind of a weird look, which is fair, but then says. "if. i mean, if you have to."
i peel the bandage off. his face goes green.
"oh," he says.
"yeah, man."
"a... spider bit you?" his voice is high and tight and trembling. he backs up a few steps.
"i think a brown recluse," i offer. "i know it's nasty, sorry."
"excuse me for a moment." he looks over to the administering nurse on the other side of the small room. "i need to find someone else to take care of you."
the administering nurse smiles over to us with a degree of pleasure that is almost salivating. for a moment, like a window opening, i am briefly aware of what must be a psychic message floating amongst the in-between. her jaguar teeth all say this is like a party for me and i know exactly what i'm doing.
"oh no, tom," she says, grinning. "i gave her to you specifically."
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northernfireart · 6 months
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i love ur river art sm ;u;
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thank you SO much and have some more!!!!!!
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Time to kill between classes aka coffee time
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heart-2-get · 4 months
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mmm i love lying back on the bed, my legs spread wide and my pussy stuffed with a speculum, cranked open as far as it can go, clenching desperately around the blades while my heart races away in my chest
i love the feeling of being so humiliated, so exposed, knowing that anyone who walked in at that moment would be able to see deep inside me, see my cute, pink little cervix all slick and ready for a load, knowing that anyone who wanted to could pick up the stethoscope on my bedside table and press it to chest could hear the frantic racing of my heartbeat
what would you do if you walked in on me, hmm?
would you use me? pull the speculum out and fill me with your cock? breed me while I begged you to cum deep inside me?
would you press the stethoscope to my chest? listen to my pounding heart while you touched my clit, explored my wide open pussy? would you make my heart race even faster so that you could hear it skip when I came?
mmm, what a dream come true...
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thenorthernchild · 3 months
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i know martha’s uni classmates HATED her. imagine being twenty three and in your last year of medical school and being crushed under the weight of exams and doing the SJT and praying to be assigned to a hospital that’s actually near you, but this random girl graduates early and is made a doctor before any of you (which never happens! EVER) and nobody knows why or how. she was definitely the talk of the university for a long time
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galaxymagitech · 6 months
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Okay, but. Mavity. Mavity. Mavity.
I pity physics students in the Doctor Who universe. The universal gravitational constant? M. The acceleration due to gravity on earth? m. A big mass? M. A small mass? m.
And you get this *lovely* equation:
mm = MmM/r^2
Are we talking about millimeters? Candy? Trying to form bizarre emoticons?
But they’re different ms and Ms. So you resort to subscripts and it takes forever to type and you always forget them on exams. And you curse Isaac Newton because, like, couldn’t he have chosen a better letter to start it with? Zavity? Nah, the z-axis…Gravity. Gravity’s nice. And g and G aren’t taken! Why couldn’t he have named it gravity?
And when Shirley Anne Bingham discovers that this torture she suffered throughout uni, her PhD, while doing scientific equations necessary for the preservation of human life under immense time pressure…was the Doctor and Donna’s fault? Well, it’s a good thing she wasn’t ever big on hero worship, because the duo have made her mathematical life hell.
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my-apollo-gies · 5 months
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Percy Jackson and The Titan's Curse- Rick Riordan // Doctor Who S1 Ep9: The Empty Child // Anne Carson: An Oresteia- Sophokles: Elektra // A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Vile Village- Lemony Snicket // James Coates // Song of The Insensible- Andrew Kozma // Percy Jackson and The Titan's Curse- Rick Riordan
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doctorwhommm · 1 year
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this format is so them coded
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If there was a hospital and all these fine ass mofos worked there I ain't being discharged ever. I will be sick all the time. *cough cough*
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elizabethshaw · 1 year
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Having a normal time (debating on whether or not time lords can be classified as mammals)
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northernfireart · 3 days
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posting some more sketchbook spreads
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social-mockingbird · 1 year
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dangerous habits (pt. 2)
(eleventh doctor x reader)
it’s me again, your favorite procrastinating fanfiction author, (finally) doing a follow-up to dangerous habits! i am a sucker for pet names as stated previously, but i am also a sucker for using them on other people. if you are my friend and okay with it you’re getting sweet-talked out the wazoo. this is dangerous if you have male friends. we don’t talk about the times i called my crush ‘honey’.
you can read the first part here! it’s not required, but it does provide a little more context?  
author’s rec while you read: the flower garden by joe hisaishi
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He likes to catch you off guard with them. 
Thanks to your habit of losing yourself in thought (you were in space all the time! There wasn’t a weekend you weren’t visiting a new planet! You had a lot to think about!), it was pretty easy for him to appear behind you, warm hands sliding a familiar path around your waist, chest pressing into your back. 
“Hello, dear.” 
“Darling, you’ve disappeared again.” 
“Love, what are you thinking about this time?” 
You were starting to get used to being startled, and that was a strange paradox all its own. It was the worst on his happy days, because the gentle hugs were usually accompanied by the softest kiss to the back of your neck, or your jaw, or, if he felt especially cheeky, your mouth, after he’d spun you around and made you gasp. And, as he liked to say into your skin, he’d never been happier.
So now it was time to turn the tables on him. 
The benefit to having an especially flirty sort of lover is that you were picking up quite a lot of ideas for romantic teasing. Despite the fact that he knew exactly how to push your buttons, you were learning what exactly made him click–and you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your new knowledge. (You’d tried flirting to yourself in the mirror, once, to make sure you knew what you were doing, and made yourself laugh so hard that the Doctor had come running to make sure you weren’t choking.) 
“You sure Hayao Miyazaki isn’t from here?” you ask, knee deep in endless flowers. This planet was nothing but fields and always a gentle springtime. There was a pocket storm rumbling gently in the distance. The sun was a little cooler than Earth’s, so you had the Doctor’s coat draped around your shoulders like a cape, despite the bright weather. 
“Took him here once,” the Doctor says carelessly, a flower stuck behind his ear. “I think he made a film about it later.” 
“Remind me: we’re having a movie night later,” you say, knowing he’d forget. You wade to him, stepping delicately around a rock buried in the flowers to move into his space. You grasp one of his suspenders, pulling him down a bit to your level, trying not to smile at the way his eyes widen, at the way he sputters a bit when you touch him. You smooth his hair down and slide the goggles he’d forgotten to take off out of his hair. Then, you place the flower crown you’d twisted on top of his head, giving it a pat so it would stay. He’d been so wrapped up in watching the oncoming storm that you’d had plenty of time to weave the crown behind his back. It hangs a little down over one of his ears, and he twitches his nose at the smell of the flowers, blinking, adjusting to its weight. The bright yellow of the blossoms brings out the green in his eyes. 
“You’re really handsome, sweetheart,” you say, dropping your voice an octave, and lean up to kiss his temple, right underneath the crown. “Thanks for taking me here today. I love getting to spend time with you.”  
You can see his hands fluttering at his sides out of the corner of your eye. For someone so attractively smooth, he was remarkably awkward. 
“Close your eyes, love,” you say, and when he does, you grab his face and tilt it down, pressing your lips to his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids. The storm behind you makes the breeze kick up. The Doctor shivers a little and leans into your warmth. His hands come to rest on your hips. You can feel the tremble in his fingers. 
Oh, now you knew why he did it to you. This was fun. 
His eyes flutter open, a kaleidoscope of greens and blues and grays, a little unfocused as you adjust his bow tie and straighten the collar of his shirt. 
“What are you doing?” he says, almost to himself. 
“Flustering you,” you tell him, barely speaking above a whisper, and it makes his fingers tighten on your hips. “Come here, love.”  
You can smell the rain in the air when you grab his lapels and kiss him. It mingles with the scent of the flowers. 
“This is unfair,” the Doctor groans, chasing your mouth when you pull away. You run your fingers up into his hair and the words die in his throat. 
“I’m just returning a favor, Sexy,” you say, pulling him close as the rain comes down. You hold him like you’re leading a dance, wrapping him up in your arms as thunder rolls above your heads. The flower crown drips petals onto your shoulders. Both of you look like wet cats when you finally stumble back into the TARDIS, shivering, giggling, hands full of drooping flowers and each other. 
When the Doctor sneaks up behind you and grabs your waist while you’re toweling off your hair, making you scream and laugh, the TARDIS lights glitter with amusement. 
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look at this small precious bean man like what I wouldn’t give to fluster this fool--
(also, tagging @greycircles1​ because you asked me months ago if I would do a follow-up and I wanted to but couldn’t think of anything so I didn’t answer your DM and sorry about that! I hope you enjoy this :))
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 months
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Janeway doesn't need a therapist when she gets back to the alpha quadrant she just needs Tuvok to tell her [in detail] the psychological observations he's made about her over the past 11 years and she can go from there <- Untrue but much more likely for her to agree to
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