#doctor who is peak quality

[helios-writings]

Stupid in Love

Sanji x gn! Reader

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings: none

You’ve been in love with Sanji for a long time, but have never been brave enough to do anything about it, until now.

The breeze brushes against your face as you stare out at the blue sea, the rising sun peaking out above the horizon. You were up earlier than the rest of the crew, wanting to watch the sunrise before the day dove into chaos, as it was bound to do when Luffy was awake. You watch the rest of the stars disappear and then climb down from the crow’s nest, ready to begin your day.

You always woke up earlier than the rest of the crew, cherishing the alone time you got in the morning silence, the waves crashing against the Sunny being the only sound filling the air. You took a deep breath, letting the salty air wash over you, before the yelling started.

“Luffy, get out of the kitchen!” Sanji shouts, followed by the crashing of pans.

“But I’m hungry!” Your captain whines, and you laugh, before heading into the kitchen to herd him elsewhere.

“You should ask Nami about where we head next, I hear there’s a port nearby.” You tell Luffy, who grins in response before running off to bother the navigator.

Sanji sighs. “Thanks. Have you been awake long?”

You flush. “Who? Me? No.”

He cracks a smile like he doesn’t believe you and hands you a glass full of something to drink. “Well, you are welcome in here any time, as long as you clean up your mess.”

“Don’t worry about any mess from me! I’m as clean as they come, haha.”

You turn to walk out, run into the doorframe and contemplate walking into the sea, wishing you had eaten a devil fruit so you could drown. There was something about Sanji that made your brain short circuit and disconnect from your mouth, letting it run unattended.

“Are you….okay?”

You’re almost certain there’s a mark on your forehead from the door, but you wave him off. “Never been better.”

You are definitely walking into the ocean when you make port, it’ll be less embarrassing in the long run.

Making your way from the kitchen, you run into Zoro, who is desperately trying to hold back his laughter. “That was-”

“Say one more word and you’ll be tied to the front of the ship as the new figurehead.”

He doesn’t take your threat seriously. “You’re this flustered over curly brow in there? Unbelievable.”

“I hate you. So much.”

He’s still cackling as you walk away, and you definitely don’t deserve Zoro to understand what you see in the cook, but Sanji was…..he was amazing.

You saw parts of him that no one ever did, like when you helped him in the kitchen and he hummed softly to himself, sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he washed the dishes. When you accidentally cut yourself with a knife and he doctored it right there, eyebrows furrowed in concentration but you were only focused on the impossible blue of his eyes, always focused on his eyes. Sanji was kind and gentle and brave, but no one else could see that.

Soon enough, the crew made port and you went ashore alone, desperate to avoid Sanji(and the more annoying Zoro) but mostly to find something to give to the cook, if you could sync your brain with your mouth long enough to have a meaningful conversation with the man. But what would you get him? He didn’t use cookbooks, and he bought his own ingredients(not that you’d know where to start, being as you wouldn’t be able to know what were good quality ingredients).

He wasn't a jewelry guy either, though he would wear it beautifully but then you remember a conversation the both of you had a few months ago.

Sanji sets the knife down on the cutting board with more force than necessary, startling you. He laughs lightly and apologizes.

“I need new knives, but I keep forgetting to buy any when we make port. Would you remind me?”

You flush and nod furiously but say nothing, just watch as he picks up the knife and starts chopping again.

You grin and make your way towards a stall you passed a few minutes ago, now certain that you were getting Sanji the perfect gift. At least you hoped so.

***

You were the first one back to the ship, box in tow, leaving it in the kitchen where you knew he would find it. You had decided that you didn’t have the courage to give them to him yourself, but hoped he didn’t think much of it. Maybe he would think one of the other crew members gave them to him.

Proud of yourself, you climb up the crow’s nest again to look at the stars, always seeming brighter when you make port. You hum to yourself as you do so, leg bouncing in anticipation. What if he hates them? Or he tells you that he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore? Were you risking your friendship over a set of knives?

Just as you had decided to return them, you heard the crew clambering back on deck and you curse, crouching low so they don’t see you. It works, because they soon start asking each other about your whereabouts. They don’t seem especially worried, since it’s a safe town and you’re more than capable of handling yourself, but it’s nice to know they care, even if they tease you.

The crew goes their separate ways, and the cook finally heads into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner and that’s when you begin making your way towards the lower decks.

You almost make it when he comes back and spots you. “Oh, there you are!”

You turn and grin. “Here I am, haha. What do you have there?”

You gesture to the box, though you already know its contents.

Sanji beams, and it’s so bright you fear you may go blind. “Knives! I don’t know where they came from, but they’re gorgeous.” He takes on out to show you.

It is gorgeous, that being the main reason you purchased them. A beautiful pearl handle, topped with a gorgeous steel blade. You knew he’d love them, even if your brain wanted to argue.

“That is really pretty, Sanji.”

“Did you leave them? I know we talked about knives a while back.”

This is your chance.

You shake your head no and shrug. “Sorry, wasn’t me, but I hope you find who left them soon.”

His face almost falls at the aspect of you not being the gift giver. “Oh, well, whoever it was picked out a really nice set.”

You smile at him as he bids you goodbye and you curse yourself for not telling him the truth. Oh well, you suppose it’s better than him rejecting you outright. It was kind of nice, leaving him anonymous gifts.

He seemed happy to receive it, but it was always nice to see him happy, especially since it seemed to be a rare sight most days. You wanted to continue making him happy.

***

A few days later, Zoro joined you in the crow’s nest before dinner.

“You know, the shit cook really wanted those knives to be from you.”

“Huh?”

He rolls his one eye. “You’re not serious.”

You say nothing.

“You are. The cook’s been staring at you and sighing hopelessly for days, it’s really pissing me off.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“He told Robin the other day he wanted it to be you. Plus, the whole crew can see that you two are in love with each other. Even Luffy.”

“I’m not going to take romantic advice from you of all people. Sanji and I are friends. Really good friends, a friend I have no intentions of confessing to.”

Zoro sighed, leaning his arms against the wood. “Do you remember when we got into that fight with that gang of bandits a few months ago? And you got injured real bad and were unconscious for what, three days?”

“Of course. Why?” You thought he was just changing the subject.

“Curls was the one taking care of you while you were out, making sure you drank water, helping Chopper clean and dress your wounds, sitting on a chair in the infirmary while you slept, he was really worried.”

You open your mouth to object, to say anything other than what was going through your head but he cuts you off.

“And don’t you say he would do it for any one of us, because that’s bullshit. Now go down there and tell him how you feel.”

The swordsman pushes you towards the ladder and you begrudgingly climb down and head for the kitchen. It wasn’t like Zoro to lie, in fact he was the most honest man you knew, so you knew he had to be telling the truth.

You knock softly on the door before you enter and find Sanji beaming at you. “Hey, what brings you by?”

“I….I think we should talk.”

He sets the towel on the edge of the sink. “Okay.”

You wring your hands as you sit on the counter, something that the cook used to object to but now has accepted as a quirk of yours. He leans next to you.

“I did buy you the knives. I was too scared to give them to you myself so I left them in here for you to find.”

“Why didn’t you say something when I asked?”

You aren’t looking at his face but you can feel his gaze burning you. “I really fucking like you, Sanji. It actually makes me stupid because I like you so much. You’re just so incredibly caring and strong and I like being around you because you make me happy and I didn’t want to ruin anything by telling you that.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined anything.” He tells you, voice impossibly soft.

“You sure?”

He takes your face in his hands, and you are trapped in the impossible blue of his eyes once again. “I’m certain, because I feel the same way.”

You laugh a little wetly as he kisses your hand and then your cheek before finally meeting your lips. It’s a little sloppy, but you have nothing to compare it to. You know he doesn’t either, and he told you as such one late night in the kitchen.

He pulls away grinning, cheeks a little red. “That was…nice.”

You lay your head on his shoulder. “Yeah.”

The two of you get one quiet moment before the crew charges in to tease you and you yelp as Franky wraps a particularly large arm around you and ruffles your hair, while the rest of the crew begins to tease Sanji for getting up to no good in his kitchen.

He yells and scolds them all while you laugh, and then when he makes eye contact with you over the chaos he smiles and everything is as it should be. Perfect.

#character☀️: sanji #fandom☀️: one piece #daylightarchive #one piece x reader #one piece x you #op x reader #op x you #sanji x reader #sanji x you #one piece imagines #reader insert #sunbathing with: sanji

[the-travelling-witch]

OO MODREN AU ASK

What are the boys love language!

Xiao

Giving: Quality Time

Of course, quality time isn’t a one-sided thing but Xiao loves to spend time with you. Whether you’re actually doing something together or are just present in the same room doesn’t matter as much as being near you. There’s something very comforting about you being within reach and funnily enough his heart can’t stop racing when the setting turns domestic.

Receiving: Physical Touch

He loves your touch, the feel of your skin against his, always treating him so gently. But Xiao’s not the greatest at initiating it even if he really wants to hold you, so he’s at the receiving end most of the time. Linking pinkies, holding hands, slinging your legs over his lap, hugging him from behind, rolling on top of him in your sleep… whether or not he can see it coming, your touch is always more than welcome.

[Peak combination idea: drawing tattoos on each other or colouring already existing ones (yes I’m bringing this up again)]

Scara

Giving: Acts of Service

It’s clear by now that Scaramouche isn’t the greatest with words; they tend to come out harsher than he intends them to and he’d hate nothing more than accidentally hurting you, so he resorts to showing his affection rather than voicing it. Or that was how it was in the beginning. By now, doing things for you is something he enjoys because he can see how relieved you are when a chore is taken off your plate or how your eyes light up when he makes your favourite dinner. Yeah yeah, he’s the greatest, no need to thank him so profusely (actually keep doing it though, your praise means everything to him).

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Speaking of praise, you really don’t need to question how his hand covers his cheek or why he turns his head whenever you compliment him. Doesn’t matter if it’s because of work or a new drawing or the outfit he chose to wear, this man will soak up all your flattering words… but not without turning bright red. So pull him out from under his hat and tell him something you like about him; not only is he cute to watch when he’s flustered, it also really means something to him.

Kazuha

Giving: Words of Affirmation

Uhm yeah, Kazuha + Words of Affirmation, who would’ve seen it coming… but it’s true!! Between his eloquent vocabulary and his soft, soothing voice, this man can compliment you five hundred new ways this week, next week and all the way into the next year. The real kicker? It’s always, without fail, genuine. Sure, everyone can sweet talk but Kazuha means it all. Even if he isn’t there with you; he frequently texts throughout the day or leaves sticky notes around the house for you to find. How’s your heart doing? Has it been able to calm down or is your doctor concerned for you?

Receiving: Physical Touch

You might be the one giving here but don’t expect to not get flustered. Sure, you were the one to link your fingers but Kazuha was the one who twirled you around like a dancer. And yes, you might have made yourself at home tugged into his side but how did you end up in his lap? Evidently, Kazuha enjoys your touch just as much as you enjoy touching him, so indulge him a little and come over to him, alright?

Aether

Giving: Gift Giving

Aether is a bit of a travel- enthusiast, so whenever he visits somewhere new, he’s sure to bring you something. And he always makes sure it’s something you’d enjoy. But he doesn’t have to go out of town to bring you a little trinket. Often enough, he shows up with flowers or he drew something and is giving it to you or he was at a pottery shop and look here, you have a new mug. It’s hard not to think of Aether when you look around your home or pick jewellery for that day, his gifts are everywhere. (Maybe that was his endgame all along?)

Receiving: Acts of Service

The poor guy often makes sure the shop doesn’t unravel at the seams by picking up after the others and sorting out their messes, so he breathes a sigh of relief at every chore that’s not falling on him. It could be something small like bringing him lunch or picking the lint off his clothes or something bigger like doing his laundry or cleaning around his place when you know he’s swamped with work and other responsibilities. Whatever you decide to lend a hand with, Aether will forever be grateful to you, wondering how he got lucky enough to meet you.

Heizou

Giving: Physical Touch

Heizou is… a menace. Are you jumpy? Because he’ll startle you so often if you are. Not only because he literally can’t keep his hands off of you and comes up at the most random times just to sling his arm around your shoulders, but also because your reactions are just so adorable to him. But he can be just as cute. Like when he sees something that catches his eye and he grabs your hand instinctively to pull you along while he breaks out into an excited grin or when he swoops you up from your feet so he can settle you onto the couch next to him.

Receiving: Quality Time

This man’s curiosity knows no bounds. And what’s better than to learn something new while spending time with his precious partner? Take him to a museum or, better yet, an escape room and his heart is all yours (as if it wasn’t already). Sure, new knowledge is fun but applying his wits on a puzzle turns him into a child at the candy store. Plus, not only is Heizou going to be stoked, you get to watch and join him in his enthusiasm as he works away, probably figuring everything out way ahead of you but pretending not to, so you can have a crack at the problems too.

Venti

Giving: Words of Affirmation

Another one who will make you swoon with words but Venti goes all out… very casually. You wake up some days to find a good morning text and a poem he wrote at 3am right above it (since he’s often up late, that happens a lot… the wine might help). Or he’ll pluck one of his instruments from the wall while you’re visiting and improvise a song for you, playing it as if he’d known it all his life. It might sound over the top to some but with the amount of attention he pays to details and incorporating even the smallest, (to you) most insignificant things he loves about you, you know he means all of it. Especially when he plucks the strings of his instrument and closes his eyes like he’s having the sweetest of dreams as he spins a new verse about you, his muse.

Receiving: Gift Giving

First of all, this man will keep everything you gift him, everything. The shiny stone you found on a walk and gave him? It’s on his windowsill (and he let out such an offended gasp when Scara tried to throw it out). The hoodie you left at his house? He wears it everyday until you ask for it back. You can hear Venti approach from a mile away because he has every keychain you ever gave him on him, either with his keys or on his bag or tied to his clothes, he’s not leaving a single one behind.

[modern au masterlist]

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡ #┊✩彡 unsigned letter ♡ #┊holly’s modern au ✩彡 #genshin impact #x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin modern au #xiao x reader #scara x reader #kazuha x reader #aether x reader #heizou x reader #venti x reader #genshin x reader

[patheticbabie]

Hi, author, I'm the anon who requested about jason and prostitute reader👋👋

How are you doing? Do you feel alright? What happened to your upper arms? Sending hugs to you cos I won't be able to help much but I hope my blessings will reach to you🫂🥰🙏... In either ways, please take good care of yourself and always remember there's no rush in anything, your own pleasure and quality come first😘😘

And... tbh, I kinda forgotten what I requested 😅😅 so, can i have a little peak lol🤏 Bye!

hello my lovely...thank you for the hugs and reassurance 💕

I feel okay, just still in a bit of pain is the doctor gave me strong painkillers to help me out for when I sleep at night. so I had surgery on my upper arm cause the doctor noticed there was a kink in my veins so they had to cut into the area and unkink the veins (kinda complicated lol). also I wanna give you a symbol or nickname for whenever you message!!

jason todd x prostitute!reader summary: reader was a prostitute working for a greedy man who promises that she'd make a lot of money to pay for her rent, her boss is manipulative. Reader was in debt to her greedy boss, Jason 'takes care' of her boss and paid off her debts in full. Now as a sign of gratitude she serves Jason and only him.

he's watching her from the rooftop he's on. He watches as she works the corners in the shady parts of gotham, it's a cold night, but she's wearing a crop top, mini skirt that barely covers anything. She was promised that she would only have to work as a sex worker until her debt is cleared to her manipulative boss. She had to find a way to make quick money, it wasn't her first choice to be a prostitute, let alone one in gotham, but she needs a way to pay for rent, food and her college. She leans against the wall, her arms wrapped around herself as her boss 'visits' her. His sleezy self, has a smirk on his lips as he grabs her face with enough force to hurt and bruise her. Jason can faintly hear what her boss is telling her, "you're my number one girl, why would I ever let you go if you still have your debt to pay off." "you belong to me, no other man would like someone who whores themselves out to make money"

send a message and meet and talk to the muses

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd #red hood x reader smut #jason todd smut #candice writes #;babies ask #anon #answered #jason todd x prostitute!reader #ladybird!reader #babies: muses

[asharkapologist]

CRIMINAL CASE OCS, PT 1

This has been a WIP for quite some time, but I have finally finished the OC sheet for my Mysteries of the Past player character, Ethel Evanoff! (Note: she's not the same player character as the rest of the games). Tagging @chelleinyy as asked! Information about Ethel is found under the cut. Spoilers for Mysteries of the Past, and TW for mentions of mild sexism, physical and mental illnesses, and war.

Born in the United States, parents were immigrants from the Russian Empire

Always wanted to be a police officer/detective, but no one in her local departments wanted to hire a woman. However, she’d heard of Concordia’s progressiveness and willingness to give women opportunities other cities were not, and so she moved to Concordia and worked with the Concordian Police Department.

Over the years, grew irritated with corruption and laziness in the police department, and therefore showed great interest in the Flying Squad when it was formed, and was hired by Arthur at age 28 in December of 1897.

Always tried to be a mediator between suspects and the police, not very prone to anger--the “good cop,” if you will. However, this kindness while still being professional led to her growing quite fond of many suspects and liking them as people. This led to her being more affected than other detectives/officers when they died.

The events of Sinner’s End, Coyote Gorge, and Crimson Banks very negatively affected her. Seeing the Flying Squad’s complete inability to catch the Scarlet Slayer in Sinner’s End until she’d already killed countless young women, being unable to protect Vinnie after promising him protection, and being unable to prevent innocent civilians, including children, from being often fatally dragged into the gang war caused immense guilt, and her mental health began to suffer.

After Capital Peak, she was depressed and traumatized, having lost a friend she cared greatly about and not being able to save enough people who counted on her during her career. Her depression worsened when her parents both died in the early 1900s.

After her parents died and not feeling capable of working in a job where she was never able to prevent death, she retired from the Flying Squad, although she remained friends with her former colleagues.

Instead, she began to train to be a nurse, hoping that while obviously she couldn't save everyone, she would atone for all of the lives she couldn't save during her career by being able to actively work to help and save lives, hoping saving lives would assuage her persistent guilt.

Being a nurse didn't "cure" her depression by any means, but she found more purpose as a nurse than she did as a detective. She always smiled when a patient recovered from an operation or illness and was able to return home, and patients loved her for her ability to listen and her care for each individual in the hospital she worked. Additionally, she was able to befriend several coworkers.

Of course, when doctors failed to save patients, she felt the familiar sting of grief and guilt, even if she had nothing to do with the patient's conditions and any operation that failed to save their lives. She continued in her work, working herself to the bone to do her job as best as possible.

When World War I broke out, she was asked to serve as a nurse, considering her background in being more familiar with blood and violence than other nurses, and her high quality of work. While reluctant, she agreed, influenced and swept up in all of the pro-war, guilt-tripping propaganda constantly bombarding her (and everyone else in the nation), and at least hoping that she could still continue to save lives on the warfront.

While serving as a nurse, she was bit by a rabid racoon that wandered into her encampment. It was able to be put down before biting anyone else, and she was able to get a rabies vaccine before she contracted the disease, saving her life.

The war greatly disturbed her, making her PTSD and depression worse. Although she was indeed able to comfort and help many people in the war, the horrific injuries she saw on young men in the war never left her and joined her nightmares, along with images of particularly bad crime scenes she’d seen in her life. 

However, what worsened her mental health most of all is the fact that all of her brothers--her only siblings-- served in and died in the war.

During the war, she fell in love with one of her fellow nurses. They courted, and he was able to bring some happiness, and companionship to her. They wrote letters while stationed in different places, which was a small comfort through the death of her brothers.

He proposed near the end of the war. However, before they could marry, he died in late 1918 of the Spanish flu, leaving her even more grief-stricken and heartbroken.

After the war, she spent time in urbanizing cities, appreciating the hustle and bustle/noise of industrialization over the quietness of nature, where there was little to distract from her troubled thoughts. She frequently painted as a way to cope with/distract from the death and blood she had seen for years, and frequently painted her would-be husband and family.

When war broke out again in 1939, she was in failing health and could not be a nurse again, and struggled to express herself in her art due to her poor health. Hearing of the violence happening again, on an even larger scale, throughout the world greatly distressed her and brought back disturbing memories of the death she had seen in her careers and personal life.

Kept letter correspondence with friends and colleagues throughout her life, but died alone in 1940 at the age of 71.

#criminal case mysteries of the past #criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case facebook #mysteries of the past #oc #ethel evanoff #cc motp

[rinrinx2]

Ok so we all know that shinichiro is a big family guy. He loves his family and would love to have kids with his s/o. So I wanted to request a fic where reader and shin are married and are trying for a baby but it hasn’t been successful so they go to a doctor to see what’s wrong. It turns out that reader can’t have kids. Obviously she didn’t know but it’s heartbreaking for them. Reader has been depressed after thinking that shin would leave her. Shin wouldn’t leave her because he loves her and comforts her.

Hope you like it♡

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6: 45

Shinichiro x reader

Warnings: Kinda angst, Straight up sadness, Fluff at the end.

It must of been some sick joke your mind was playing on you as the words of the doctor played over and over in your mind like some tormenting movie that you were forced to watch.

"I'm sorry Mrs Sano but you're unable to bare a child"

The clear expression of the doctor with her soft saddened smile as she revealed the reason why you were struggling to fall pregnant etched into your memory. The image only causing more tears to spill from your eyes.

Your heart was sucken to the deepest pits within unable to come to terms that you would never have a child. You would never be able to hold a being that you carried for 9 months in your arms, you would never be a mother and to make it worst Shinichiro would never be a father.

You knew how important family was to Shinichiro, and how much he wanted one of his own. So, now with this reality presented infront of you, you knew what would be the outcome causing you to cry even more as you mourned a child you would never know.

'It's only a matter of time' your mind told you.

Your knew that once you would break the news to Shinichiro that soon, he would depart permanent from you. What was the use of being with a woman who couldn't even provide such a basic need and you would be alone child barren and with no hand to hold or shoulder to cry on.

The thought alone causing more tears to fall like a crashing wave on the rough rocks of the shore.

So heartbroken that you hadn't even heard your husband enter what was supposed to be your shared bedroom.

"Hey (Y/N) you see my wrench" he asked looking over at your figure. Your figure that was hunched over, with your hands covering your beautiful face as the most heart breaking sobs emitted from your lips.

Quickly Shinichiro moved to sit beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull your closer, as you peaked through your fingers to see the worried expression on his face causing fresh tears to spill like a waterfall.

"What's wrong (Y/N)" Shinichiro asked softly waiting for your response; but he waited in vain as he was only met with silence and the sound of your tears.

"Are you sad because I ate the last pudding"

"I'm sorry I ate the last pudding I didn't mean to but I was so hungry and work was running late so I just-"

"I'm not sad about the pudding" you sniffled out with a laugh. Even when you were sad he was able to make you laugh, you would miss this quality of his so much, the thought alone drowning out the laughter that had escaped your lips.

"Then what's bothering you (Y/N)?" Shinichiro asked again.

You could hear the worry in his voice as he asked, and it only made your heart break further. How cruel it would be to break the news to him, like snatching away the kne joy he wanted.

"I dont wanna say you'll hate me" you said through tears.

"Come on (Y/N) there's nothing in this world you could do that would make you hate me, okay maybe if you ate the last pudding I'd be upset but I'd never hate you"

And as you heard Shinichiro words your confidence came back slowly, and yet there was still apart of your mind that told you that once you told him he would never be the same, he would never be yours again. Yet you knew it would be selfish to keep him in a world full of delusions only to one day have it ripped from below his feet.

So,with a deep breath and a mind full of doubt, you slowly removed your hands from your face. Your eyes now starring into his his as you spoke yourself into the future that you were terrified to be in.

"I can't have a child" You said hurriedly, forcing the words to come out in one breath.

"You mean you don't want one" Shinichiro said his eyes flickering down, his face painted with disappointment and hurt and you knew now what would be his next words.

'It's going to happen now' your mind said preparing you for the moment he would say he no longer wished to share a bed with you or a life.

"I thought you we agreed that we'd have a child and we'd have our own little family, could you please tell me why you don't want a child anymore?"

"Shinichiro it's not that I don't want one, I physically can't have one. The doctor said I'm unable to bare a child" You said as the repeated words of the doctor reached your ears again now coming from your own voice causing tears to spill once again.

Now both the pain of not being able to have a child and the stark realization that your husband was going to leave you were the reasons for the trail of tears streaming down your cheeks.

"(Y/N) I know this must be a very difficult thing for you to hear, and I want you to know that I'll be here for you, I'll be someone who you can really on for support, a hand to hold and shoulder to cry on when things feel to tough, I'll always be here for (Y/N) ... and as for us, we'll be fine. Just because you can't have a child doesn't mean we can't have one. We can adopt a child and as long as we love and care for it, it doesn't matter if it's not biologically ours or not as long as we have each other that's all that matter" Shinichiro said as his hand grabbed yours as his eyes starred into yours.

"You're not going to leave me?" You quietly asked, the fear of him still leaving you still heavily sitting on your mind.

"I didn't marry you to be a breeding machine, I married you because I wanted you to the the first person I see in the morning and the last at night. I married you because I love you and I don't want to live a life where you're not in it. I don't care about the rest, I just want you (Y/N).

And finally for the first time that day a smile finally appeared on your face at hearing Shinichiro's words.

Slowly your arms wrapped around his shoulders embracing him in a hug. You truly had married the kindest man in the world willing to accept and love you no matter what. No matter the hardships he would be beside you.

"I love you, Shinichiro"

"I love you too, (Y/N) ... besides now I don't need to use a rubber when we do it.

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[seat-safety-switch]

Sure, I’d had lots of bad ideas in my life. Most of them never got past the planning part. My dad used to always tell me that ideas were cheap, and that actually doing the work was the only thing that mattered. He was wrong, especially since those startup trillionaires came down from Europa and plugged us all into that machine that pays us to have ideas.

What’s the best one I had? Well, you probably use it every single day. It’s the Toilet Profit Evaluator. Of course, that wasn’t my name for it. I didn’t even have a name for this thing, when I thought of it at first. At that time, I was mostly curious. And while curiosity killed the cat, it also gave rise to this glorious machine, which has made other men extremely rich at my expense. I did get twenty bucks in Alivespend®, though.

Here’s how it works. When you poop, this gadget in your toilet counts up the cost of all the food you ate to make that poop. Ideally, you want to have produced very little waste, so that you got the maximum value for your money and that your body achieved quality nutrition. The first couple times those CEOs tried it out, they told me, they realized that eating scrambled eggs mixed with gold leaf was wasting a lot of cash. Cash they could have spent buying entire civilizations. So they cut out the gold, big savings. I, of course, didn’t see a penny of those savings.

Of course, like any disruptive technology, it was hard to predict exactly what would happen. Anyone who made food with bran in it went bankrupt practically overnight. And laxative companies, well, they dried up too. Suddenly, everyone cared about reducing emissions as much as possible, even if it caused a little bit of intestinal discomfort for a day or two. Folks were posting their high scores – cleverly labeled as “Bottom Lines,” that wasn’t one of mine – and trying to beat each other to peak human efficiency. Often, those savings helped pay for the visit to the emergency room, where gastrointestinal doctors looked with complete confusion and then got their names on some very complicated papers.

I’m not writing this to seek any kind of profit, or even heroic recognition. While those things would be nice, all I cared about was advancing the human race. So the next time you take a highly optimized shit, think about me.

[socialistexan]

I can't believe this, but I think my personal Doctor rankings have shaken up a bit (and this is just a statement on how much I enjoyed that Doctor and only some influence on the quality of their episodes overall).

10

4

9

7

3

12

5

11

6

(not ranked: 1, 2, 13, 15; while 14 counts towards 10 for me)

I didn't think 7 would end up so high for me. If it wasn't for Nostalgia for 9 being my first Doctor and my attachment to the era, 7 might be near the top. Id consider 7 and 9 to be essentially tied.

I think if McCoy hadn't gotten one or two more seasons near the quality of his last two seasons then he'd be at the top and there wouldn't be a question. His mixed characterization in Season 24 (when they were writing episodes before McCoy was even cast) kind of holds his Doctor back just a bit, because we really only get 8-9 stories where he's at his best.

I want to see the world where we got McCoy's Doctor and Ace going into the early 90's, the creative trajectory the show was on comes close to rivaling the peak of early 4 and Donna-era 10, it's that good. Most underrated sci-fi I've seen. Nearly everything from Rememberance of the Daleks on is an absolute banger.

Also my Ace is now my 3rd favorite companion behind Sarah Jane and Donna. Goes to show a great era of Who requires a great Companion.

[superwholockednico]

First time watching the 13th doctor Thoughts

First off, this is my first time getting 'not my doctor' syndrome. I think this may be because all the other doctors were already doctors when I started watching Doctor Who.

(While all of capaldi's seasons weren't out then, I was aware going into the fandom that he was one of the doctors. I also watched all the seasons near consecutively during summer break, so I never had time to be like. Noo I want to watch the last doctor. Because I just wanted to watch more doctor who.)

But this time it was different. I was looking at a lady I knew as an actor (from Chibnall's other work, Broadchurch (my beloved!)) and from her cover of Yellow, of all things.

Perhaps more importantly, I came in knowing many people didn't like her seasons. Which is weird.

Like, it is a weird experience going into a show you love being like. Ok so is it as bad as people say.

I have experience in this. I watched supernatural. (of course) And I was a bit behind on the show, always a handful of seasons behind, so I knew I was heading nowhere good. But with supernatural, you never know when it gets bad (expect the last episode. I know that one is ass). The best episodes are in the worst seasons and the worst seasons sometimes have the best ideas and its a mess. But people (on twitter, especially) gave me this idea that 13's seasons were all worse quality.

It really wasn't.

Now I'm only on season 1, and the timeless child arch is still to come, which I fear as I don't like the concept from what I've heard (i really like the idea of the doctor as just some person fumbling around, hence why I like 12 better than 11). But for now. It's a pretty good show.

The episodes feel very rewatchable to me.

Compared to the much more interconnected stories going on in 11 and 12's run, every episode of season 11 could be watched alone with little explanation. Not that that is better or worse, but it means I can def go back and pick a random episode to rewatch whenever I need.

And It is fun!

Almost every episode in this season was super fun! Obviously they had some more emotionally charged ones ('demons of punjab', 'the battle of ranskoor av kolos' (the finale), and maybe a bit of 'It Take You Away') but overall there were a lot of really fun moments and sites and it was somewhat whimsical at times but not in the same way as 11. The peak example being Kerblam!

The characters were also what made it so fun.

They're a jolly little crew of fellas traveling through space togather. No one feels like the 'main character' (ok Ryan sort of does. Because he started off the show you know, Rose style?). So far, it is Yasmin who feels like the tack on.

Which is funny because the only companion I've heard about at length is Yaz and how great she is and so far I am like, oh yeah, she had a few episodes (Arachnids in the UK and Demons of Punjab). Like I don't really care about her yet. I don't feel connected with her.

You know who I do feel connected/invested in. MY OLD MAN. GRAHAM CRACKER. (not cus he's white, it's a brand guys). i love this old man. I feel for him. I wanted his revenge when he wanted his revenge. I was so happy for him when he was happy that Ryan called him gramps (or whatever he called him). Like I was literally giggling cus he was happy over it and that made me happy cus I was emotionally invested in him!

I liked the idea of Graham before I watched this season actually, due to a reddit post where someone was like, best crossover would be three old men (the 12th doctor and graham and wilf) running around for an episode. And I was like, omg that is an amazing idea.

Okay I need a whole post for the Fam and how I actually love having a little crew in the tardis. Next post it is.

#watchthrough #doctor who #doctor who watchthrough #watchthroughs #dw #13 #thirteenth doctor #chris chibnall #chibnall #chibnallwho #thirteen #graham

[womenfrommars]

Hey, Juno, how you're doing? If you don't mind, I'd like to know your opinion on a trans issue. I had my peak trans moment almost two weeks ago and I've been in contact with gender critical rhetoric ever since. Recently, I came across a reflection about how weirdly powerful the Trans movent is, changing laws (even the legal definition of sex), conquering spaces in politics, media and uni programs... Something other social movements, like feminism and the black movement never did (not like the trans movement at least). And I do agree in a way, but I can't help being skeptical about the strength of this idea when we witness trans folks being murdered, suffering because of lack of opportunities, being kicked away from home... In a way, I do believe the Trans movement is uncommonly powerful and that's sus, but at the same time I accept trans folks still face a lot of hardships because of their gender identity. Is it wrong to assume both things at the same time?

Hi anon, I don't think these ideas are necessarily inherently contradictory. The fact a political movement (in this case, the transgender movement) is gaining momentum doesn't necessarily translate into the idea that the average transsexual has a wonderful life. The transgender movement claims to advocate for transgenders but personally I find it doubtful to what degree they succeed in doing so. They mostly advocate for legal changes which are supposed to benefit the social and mental well-being of transgenders. Think making it easy to legally alter your gender, or make cross-sex hormones more financially affordable. But studies indicate the overall quality of life of transgenders is not tremendously improved post-ex reassignment surgery. Most notably the rate of suicidality is just as high as pre-surgery.

I find that the transgender movement can be very manipulative with statistics. It is claimed that only 3% of transgenders have regrets about their transition. This figure is based on a Dutch follow-up study that exclude roughly 30% of the initial patients from the follow-up. Either they refused to cooperate with the study or they couldn't be reached. So we have no idea what happened to this group. Lots of detransitioners feel resentful to the point they cut off all contact with their doctors so many are not included in follow-up trials. And it is sad to say but it is definitely a possibility some died of suicide

Another example is the homocide rate of transgenders. Most figures being thrown around are based on studies in South America that mostly follow transsexual prostitutes. Those people are not representative of Western, middle-class transgenders at all. Even when you take a look at the homocide rate for US-based transgenders, it is significantly higher than the US national average yes, but that actually disappears when you account for racial background. The vast majority of the victims are Afro-American and to a lesser degree Latino American. The homocide rate for white American transgenders is lower than the US national average (and also lower than that for white Americans specifically). It is hard to find statistics that account for other factors such as sexual orientation and socio-economic background. I think most of the hardships that some transgenders face can be best explained by them being homosexual and/or of being of an ethnic minority, usually combined with lower income. I bet you have heard various stories in the media about the suffering of transsexuals, and 9 out of 10 times, they showcase a homosexual transsexual rather than a heterosexual one, despite the fact that in clinics today, most male-to-female patients are heterosexual. The ones who are kicked out of their parental home, who end up in prostitution, get involved with drugs, etc etc are from what I can tell almost always MTF homosexual

I really implore you to look more into these matters as statistics can be very easily manipulated to fit a certain political narrative. That is not to say we should not also have compassion for those who do suffer and look for social and political solutions. But fast-tracking pre-pubescent children into a transition process is very unlikely to increase well-being for the transgender population, which is the usual answer coming from the transgender movement

#juno speaks #gender critical

[zerogate]

A far more extensive report, and the one that influenced Freud most powerfully, was that of the Italian neurologist Paolo Mantegazza, who practised as a doctor in Argentina and Paraguay in the 1850s and self-experimented with the local plant stimulants, guarana and coca. Unlike von Bibra, Mantegazza appreciated coca’s stimulant effects immediately and pursued them vigorously. ‘As soon as one chews one or two drachms’, he wrote in his 1859 monograph ‘On the Hygienic and Medical Values of Coca’,

the nervous excitement is always followed by movements that are exaggerated or violent, and always irregular; there is a general confusion of thoughts and muscular activity, while in the inebriety produced by coca it seems that the new strength gradually drenches one’s organism in every sense, as a sponge soaks itself with water. Thus the delight of the period consists almost completely in an increased consciousness of being alive.

Mantegazza found in coca not a productive stimulant for the sober self, but a radically altered state of consciousness. Unlike caffeine, higher doses brought not overstimulation but ever more pleasurable and remarkable effects. By chewing 8 drachms in a day and a further 10 the same evening, about the most he could physically manage, he attained what he called ‘the delirium of coca intoxication, and I must confess that I found this pleasure by far superior to all other physical sensations previously known to me’.

He recorded his pulse before the evening dose at 83 per minute; half an hour later it had risen to 120. He felt supremely happy, and on closing his eyes was presented with ‘the most splendid and unexpected phantasmagoria’, kaleidoscopic images succeeding each other too fast to record, or even to communicate by announcing them in rapid fire to the colleague beside him. He attempted to transcribe them, missing ten for every one he managed to capture:

A cave of lace through the entrance to which can be seen, toward the back, a golden tortoise seated on a throne made of soap . . . A battalion of steel pens fighting against an army of corkscrews . . . Lightning, consisting of glass threads, piercing a whole Parmesan cheese crowned with ivy and berries . . . A saffron inkwell from which is born an emerald mushroom studded with rose fruits . . . A ladder made of blotting paper lined with rattlesnakes from which several red rabbits with green ears come jumping down . . .

Mantegazza embraced coca’s euphoric and visionary properties, which convinced him that ‘all this will be great science in the near future’. The desire and capacity for ecstasy was a constant throughout human history, but he believed that its limits were still unexplored. On his return to Italy he became a medical professor in Pavia, founded the Italian Anthropological Society and began work on a massive survey of inebriation and human nature, which ran to 1,200 pages when it was eventually published in 1871.

But cocaine had yet another quality: as well as an anti-depressant and an energy booster, it was a powerful euphoriant. Freud quoted Mantegazza’s claim that it produced a ‘state of greatly increased happiness’: during the peak of his coca intoxication he had scribbled, ‘God is unjust because he made man incapable of sustaining the effects of coca all life long. I would rather have a lifespan of ten years with coca than one of 1000000000 centuries without!’

-- Mike Jay, Psychonauts

#quotes

[a-noone]

Meta: The Next Generation Was Told From Picard's Perspective

Objectively, if you read the backstory, JLP is a miscreant. He spent his youth being arrogant and chaotic AF, hooking up with lots of women and then leaving them.

"I am reformed" he tells himself. "And reformed means boring."

The thing is, excuse me -- this man, who eats nothing but sushi and croissants, who MUST have his tea Earl Grey Hot, and no other way, with the super hearing, and the blatant awkwardness, and the ZERO cognizance about picking his ears in public -- I do not buy for a millisecond that he's neurotypical.

Spock meets him and says, "there is an almost Vulcan quality to the man." No, my green blooded creampuff. You simply recognize him as neurotribe.

Why are all the Admirals apparently complete fools, incompetents, and without moral compass? Because that is how ALL authority figures look if you are a certain kind of neurospicy.

And so, Jean-Luc has NO IDEA how he's seen. NONE. He doesn't see how he's seen when he goes to LARP as a pirate while presumed dead. He literally thinks he can come back from that and people will be like, "yep, same old boring Captain."

They couldn't, but it looks that way because that's how Picard would tell the story.

Also, you ever been a situation where things were other than anticipated, so you got really upset, and then, because you were upset, you misheard/misconstrued everything?

Q.

I mean, think about it. Has Q ever done any permanent damage to anyone? No!

Peak would be the same series from Troi's perspective, where Q is actually playful and sweet, instead of a villain, and Crusher and Guinan hate him for exactly the same reason.

Also, this could give us a whole new spin on Crusher, who secretly has a tattoo and a septum piercing, and a combat rating not seen in a Starfleet doctor since the late great Dr. M'Benga.

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

Title: Echoes Part 1

Verse: ROTTMNT

Summary: In science, a echolocation is a method to help those navigate paths they can not see.

Characters: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo

Pairings: GO EAT A SOCK!!!!

Warnings: None

“Alright, so, it was the afterlife the entire time?”

“It was! Well, it wasn’t, and then it was! And then it wasn’t again!” Leonardo throws his hands up in the air. He then moves from his sitting position on the couch to a half-crouched position, “But then it was again! And during Lost’s early run, fans were like, ‘bro creators, is this the afterlife?’ and the creators were like, ‘no bro, don’t worry, it's not!’ but THEN IT WAS!!!! How cheap is that?!” Leo says, throwing his hands up. He looks to his therapist for any reaction that indicates he is equally as furious as Leo.

But Dr. Del Toro gives Leo the same half-amused smile Leo has come to expect from the therapist. Leo already had a hard time identifying different types of yokai (even with Hueso’s flashcards), but Dr. Del Toro was on another level entirely. Leo had thought he was a simple minotaur yokai when they first met, but then he had walked out from around his desk, revealing eight spider legs (which he only slightly screamed at). Dr. Del Toro gives him a soft chuckle and a shake of his head before writing to his notes, “I can only imagine how frustrating that was for you.”

“IT WAS!! I watched Dad’s old DVD sets, so when I asked him about it he went on a full rant! Saying, ‘it doesn’t matter if a show’s ending is predictable or depends on predictability to survive so long as it's quality writing!’ And this guy spent years in the Battle Nexus waiting FOREVER to see the finale! I think the stress of waiting is what made him so short!” Leo flings himself back onto the couch with a dramatic sigh and an arm thrown over his face. He then peaks under his forearm to see Dr. Del Toro writing in his notes again, “Soooooo, when do I get to see those? I wanna know how great you think I am.”

“I told you before, we can discuss it when we get further in.”

“Ahhh, that’s no fun.” Leonardo looks at the clock, “Looks like our time is up, Doctor Man.”

“It is, but I have no other patients for today. If you want to share anything else on your mind.”

Leo thinks for a moment. ”Nah, we can talk about How To Train Your Dragon next time,” he says as he grabs the arm of the chair and flips to his feet with his arms out.

He looks back to the doctor, who gives him a polite clap, “Amazing as always, ten out of ten. You should be in the Olympics.”

“Thank you! And thank you for another amazing sesh! I think we’re really making progress, I’ll be sure to add star stickers to my improvement chart when I get home.”

Dr. Del Toro closes his notebook, “Leonardo-”

“Please, I've said before; Leonardo was an old guy who sank on a ship in that other movie that traumatized my Dad. You can call me Leo.”

“Right, Leo. I mentioned in our first session that therapy is different for everyone. Different routines, different paths, and results. But it all depends on the patient. You guide the sessions, so we can talk about movies as much as you want, but we can also talk about other things.”

“Got it, Dr. Man! See you next time!” Leo flashes Del Toro finger guns before he snatches up his coat and heads out the door.

The lobby was empty save for a soft shell in a purple hoodie playing on his phone, who didn’t notice him until he approached. “How’d it go,” Donnie asks, standing up.

“Cardiac as always, (“Cathartic,” Donnie mumbles to correct his brother) I think we’re really breaking down the barriers,” Leo says as he heads to open the door for him, waving to the receptionist, “See you next week Glenda! Good Luck with Candy Crush!!!”

With that, the two were heading out the door. As Leo and Donnie step through, a wave of pink energy shimmers around them, and they find themselves stepping out of a condemned “Hot Gazpacho” restaurant. Leo looks up at the sign, ‘You know, it was a solid business idea. I don’t know why it failed.’

“Are you going to ask that everytime we leave?”

“Maybe,” Leo says with a big grin that makes Donnie roll his eyes good-naturedly as they continue on. The telltale signs of an upcoming holiday season were present in the bright outlines of Santas in the windows and street workers stringing lights overhead. “It’s too soon, right,” Leo asks. “I mean, Halloween was yesterday.”

“It's December 12th, Leo.”

“Oh wow, I really lost track of time this time,” he says with a small laugh. Leo spots a particularly close Santa statue by the store nearest him and elbows Donnie, “I’ll steal that for five bucks.”

“You’re an idiot. Do it for four.”

“No, I have standards!” Leo says with a flip of his mask tails.

“So, um, how did your session go?”

“Great! We talked about the meaning of life. My role as a leader and how it affects my relationship with my brothers. How much dad means to me, all the good stuff you’d see on Oprah.” Leo smiles at Donnie, who gives him a small smile back. But then, even through Donnie’s hoodie, Leo notices his brother’s shoulders are tense. Leo looks around for a moment before realizing that the lights and holiday music, while slightly annoying to him, were probably monstrous on Don’s senses. “Hey, bud, I bet we can grab some pizzas and get home before Raph eats all the chocolate off of Mikey’s chocolate-dipped chocolate.”

“I don't really want-” But Leo had already grabbed his hand and taken off down the street as Donnie shrieked loudly in surprise.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

The Hamoto Family celebrated their nondenominational holiday as they did with every other holiday and minor event. With enough enthusiasm and decorations to bankrupt a Hobby Lobby and be shut down by the Fire Department. But since they lived underground and not technically within city limits, they were free to decorate to their hearts' desire! The walls were covered with streamers and tinsel, and a giant tree stood in the center. The holiday tree salesmen said there was no way to get a tree taller than Rockefeller on such short notice. But after much begging from Mikey, Donnie hunted down a giant tree in the hidden city. Was it bigger than the one in Rockefeller? Yes. Did it frequently try to lure them into its branches to trap their souls in its root for all eternity? Also, yes. But they were okay if they kept their wits about them and didn’t stand within its radius for too long.

“Good Evening Hamato Clan,” Leo says, sliding into the lair and raising a box tower of pizzas over his head. Almost comically, Mikey, Casey Jr, and Raph peer around the tree from smallest to tallest, gasping in unison before climbing over each other to reach the twins first. Leo laughs and holds the boxes over his head for just a second. “Back, you beasts! Back!” Leo laughs loudly before jumping back as the pizza boxes disappear under flailing limbs.

Donnie finally arrives after him, and Leo dives behind his unofficial twin, holding his shoulders to use him as a shield. “What- HEY,” Donnie exclaims.

“Protect me from the savages! I’m too handsome to be cannibalized!”

“I guarantee you, there are better options in this room,” Donnie yells, trying to squirm free.

He gives Leo a well-aimed hard elbow to the ribs, to which Leo lets out an overdramatic “OOF!” and stumbles back. Leo sticks his tongue out at Donnie before returning to the mass of flailing limbs. “Hey, heathens, did I get a package while I was out?”

Mikey sticks his head up, looking away from the feeding frenzy with enough cheese and pepperoni on his chin to look like a Santa beard, “Yeah, an hour ago. I put it on your bed.”

“Thanks, Hermano! Save some for Donnie and me, and be careful! One of those has pickles, bananas, and mint frosting,” Leo yells as he slips away. That's when he hears Raph suddenly gag behind him, and Leo realizes he warned them too late and laughs to himself.

Leo runs out of the room, away from the muffled sounds of the feeding frenzy. Somehow smiling bigger when he sees the small box. He tears it open ravenously and holds up what looks like an ugly holiday hoodie with the overly obnoxious pattern he detested in Christmas sweaters. But if you looked closer, you would see the reindeer had hockey sticks for antlers, and Santa had a hockey mask.

This year was special for several reasons, especially with the influx of new friends, which was reason enough to drive Leo to work harder. Mikey and Splinter had been working on new Christmas recipes since they re-released Pumpkin Spice (Was it too early? Absolutely. Did they care? Absolutely not). Leo had been determined to make sure everyone had a sweater, but Mikey had already claimed responsibility for getting the former Warlord turned Cafeteria Worker/Coparent/It's complicated a sweater. This was despite Draxum swearing he did not want one. But Leo remembered the conversation with Mikey going something like: “The idea of wearing a sweater to pay homage to the fat man of the holiday is abused.”

“Well, ok. I won't make you one.”

“No, if you insist-”

“I’m really not insisting, Draxum. It’s ok if you don’t-”

“Just make me the damn sweater.”

Leo had wanted to include Casey Senior and Senior Hueso in the festivities, but Casey informed them she and her (known) family were spending the holidays in Arizona. It had been disappointing, but it also meant they had a bit longer before they had the awkward “hey, this is your son from the future, hope that doesn’t make you feel awkward” conversation. And Hueso was spending Christmas with his own family as well. Leo picks up the sweater and enjoys its pattern for a moment before heading out his bedroom door.

“What did Leo say?”

Leo freezes, instinctively stepping back and hiding behind the nearest pillar just as he hears footsteps from the living room.

“Raph, I told you before-”

“I know, I know.” Raph's heavy footsteps and Donnie’s lighter ones stop. Raph’s footsteps hurry over to check his subway car, probably to make sure Leo isn’t around, before he steps back, “I’m just worried about him, you know? He still doesn’t really talk about the Kraang incident and what happened in the Prison Dimension.”

“He told us about the nightmares, and he’s going to therapy. I think that's progress you should give him credit for.”

“I know, I know. Leo just came back so badly beaten after that. He couldn’t walk for a week.” A shift in Raph’s tone tells Leo he’s looking at the ground. A part of him wants to break out of his hiding spot and hug him but decides against it, “You’ve been bunking with him, right? Has he been sleeping better?”

“I think for the most part. Leo gets up in the middle of the night sometimes to walk around. I’ve caught him in a few nightmares, but I’ve managed to coax him out of them by rubbing his shell and/or holding his hand without waking him up.” Donnie pauses. A small step forward makes Leo imagine that Donnie has put his hand on Raph’s shoulders, “The truth is, none of us were ok after what happened. And there are things we still struggle with and might not be okay for a while. The important thing is to let us heal at our own paces, including Leo. So give him time. Ok?”

The oldest lets out a sigh, and again Leo has to fight the urge to break his hiding spot and hug him, “Yeah, I’ll let it go for now.”

“Thank you. I can’t say he’d do the same for us but it's a start.”

The two go their way, but Leo doesn’t move. Instead, he slides down to the ground with his knees to his chest. He looks at the sweater in his hands before sighing and pressing his face into the fabric.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

Later that night, after everyone's fallen asleep, Leo finds himself dying of thirst. Leo slaps at his bedside table from the confines of the comforter he was wrapped in. He knocks over a stack of comics in the process before he realizes the glass is not in his reach. He opens his mouth to let out a loud dramatic groan when he suddenly remembers his roommate and slaps his hands over his mouth. Leo looks over to the pull-out mattress to check on him. Thankfully Donnie is still fast asleep with his arms splayed out in an octopus-like manner. Leo can’t help the smile that forms on his face as he reaches down and pulls his blanket over his shoulders. “Thanks for standing up for me today, bud,” he says softly before climbing over his sleeping form [careful not to knock over Don's Novelty Jupiter Jim Cup] and into the dark home.

Leo knows it would only arouse suspicion if he isolated himself. So after he gives Casey Jr his new sweater, Leo sticks around. The blue turtle helps Mikey with his baking, steals Raph’s favorite holiday bear, and gets chased around the lair for four hours. He re-teaches Casey why they hang stockings by the fire (then got corrected by Donnie), and overall, he had a pretty fun afternoon and evening. Every time he starts to think about Donnie and Raph’s conversation, he has to redirect his thoughts.

If he thinks about the conversation, he’ll think about therapy. If he thinks about therapy, he’ll think about the Krang.

Even the word caused Him to have such an intense tremor Mikey stopped decorating the tree to give him a concerned look. But being the expert liar that he was, Leo managed to brush it off and pull on one of the holiday sweaters he had gotten last year, and they set about their tasks again.

The truth was, there was nothing to talk about. Leo was fine. He was fine when he wasn't thinking about it. In fact, Leo was great when he wasn't thinking about it. In fact, he was so great and fantastic about everything that happened that he forgot to drink any water today.

He flutters his hands before he rubs at his eyes. Muscle memory helps him navigate the new cracks from the Krang invasion (they’d fix them eventually, but he didn't feel like piling on unnecessary strain to his already stressed-out soft shell.). The kitchen's light flared in his vision, causing him to rub his eyes again. “Stupid brain,” he says. Thankfully, the kitchen was covered in unpacked grocery bags. He manages to dig out a box of extra large stuffed lemon-flavored Oreos and digs around for the second package. When he doesn’t find it or the new bottle of hot sauce, he lets out a scoff. Of course, they forgot his snacks. Leo knows there is no way one package of Oreos would hold him over, and he stuffs five into his mouth as he reaches into the bag again. When his fingers don’t find what they’re looking for, he groans and goes through the next bag.

“The hot sauce is behind the toaster.”

“Right, thanks, Raphie.” Leo reaches behind the toaster and pulls out the glass, half-empty bottle of hot sauce. He douses the lemon Oreos remaining in the package, and as he stuffs his cheeks, he realizes the voice sounds nothing like his older brother. In fact, according to the Tik Tok voice-overs he had made, it sounded a lot like-

Leo, his cheeks stuffed with Oreos like a chipmunk and toasters in hand, turns slowly to the form he just noticed sitting at the kitchen table. The missing box of Oreos cracked open next to the other missing bottle of hot sauce. A mechanical Raph-like arm dips the cookie inside before taking a bite, “Oh man, nightmares be damned. Do you know the last time I had Oreos that weren’t ten years past their expiration date?” The older turtle holds an oreo to the light to inspect it, “I almost forgot they were black and white.” He notices Leo’s silence and looks over to him before holding it out, “Did you want the double stuffed?”

Any scream Leo tries to make is muffled by a throat full of Oreos. In a panic, he drops the toaster on his foot, drawing another secondary muffled scream (this one of pain) as he bounces on his undamaged foot for a few moments while hearing, “Oh, ow, be careful- careful, there’s the cabinet- metal that's metal! Don't step on the metal!!” Finally, after a whirlwind of pain and panic, a pair of hands catch Leo by the forearms and steal him. The tall look-alike moves down to look the young turtle in the eye with a soft and calming smile as he speaks. “See, everything is fine.”

Leo pauses, finally swallows the Oreos, and screams at the top of his lungs.

#rottmnt fanfiction #hurt/comfort #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtle fanfiction #leonardo #raphael #michelangelo #donatello #future leo #casey jr #undercoverwizardfanfiction

[desertsquiet]

I’m about as half way through Supernatural as it can get (8x11) and I just wanted to record a few thoughts because I meant to comment on Season 7 as well when I finished it but then I was too busy and forgot.

Surprisingly, I found Season 7 extremely enjoyable. A lot more than Season 6. Season 6 had a few really great and iconic episodes, but as a whole it just didn’t work for me much. The writing (especially dialogue) flet off. It had no focus, no humor, too many plot lines, big bads and “twists” that were handled poorly and it just took itself way to seriously in the process. Season 7, on the other hand, really cut to the chase and got back to what makes SPN such a fun, lovable show (minus the brilliant writing of season 1-5 bc that’s not gonna be topped, of course): simple plot, one big menace that we know we’re gonna be fighting since the beginning and focus whatever drama’s going on with the brothers. The leviathans are the most cartoonish villains ever and I say that as 100% a compliment. Their whole plot line kinda gave me RTD’s Doctor Who vibe as far as campy and fun critiques of Capitalism go. What’s not to love. Dick Roman was just peak entertainment in every sense. And just in general, I found the season SOLID all the way through. Nothing too jaw dropping maybe but definitely nothing bad, and a good consistent quality level.

Season 8 kinda started rough for me and I was ready to get extremely mad at the incredible number of out of characters things they managed to cram into just two episodes, but I have to say it’s been steadily growing on me ever since! And I’ve heard that the second half should be where shit really goes down so I’m very curious to see what I’m in for. 😃

All in all, I’m just happy to have reached this point and still very much enjoying my journey with the show. Yeah, quality has definitely dropped compared to the Kripke era, but as of right now I’m not regretting the decision to keep going at all. Coming into it I’d promised myself to let go of any prejudices and see and decide for myself so that’s what I’m gonna keep doing.

#ps the larp episode 😭 #SPN33

[masterskywalkers]

Y'know, I'm not actually sure how I feel about the twist / ending in Doctor Who? I'm going to have to sit on it for a while - because I'm certain RTD has plans for this - but right now I'm just a bit 🤨 Cut for spoiler talk;

So I was mostly excited about this episode because I wanted to see Tennant's Doctor go up against the Toymaker (NPH was just an added bonus in the role) and for the most part the Toymaker did not disappoint. NPH did an incredible job with the character and the chaotic fey-like quality that character brings. I think the last time I felt truly uncomfortable in a DW episode was Don't Blink back when it first aired, but the dolls in this episode really gave me that 'oh shit, I do not like this it's creepy' energy. I'd rank that part of the character up there on my favorite interpretations in New Who next to Capaldi's classic Cyberman episode.

... But the Toymaker is undefeatable. He is a celestial fiend, a being of cosmic power. You don't defeat or kill him - you trick him, and then he waits until the next meeting. And I don't feel that the 'trick' with the ball game worked. It felt like a cop-out. I think the episode was rushed towards the end, which kind of sucks because this could have been something really special. I would have rather that they won the game and the Toymaker grudgingly accepted it, until next time. (Although my God, this is a character you do not introduce often unlike others the show has worn out. Keep their mystery and only release them every so often).

The ending itself left me ... lukewarm as of right now? I don't know how I feel about the bigeneration, and I'm not sure I like it? Also what does this mean for however many timelord / variant timelords are now running around? We have two doctors (Tennant and Ncuti), the Doctordonna, Donna's Daughter, The Master, Jenny's still out there somewhere - there's so many and I'm just like 'we still haven't brought in characters like Romana or Rani! We still haven't used Gallifrey - and it's been ten years since we used a whole anniversary special to save it!'

I wish we had more old who characters pop up in these specials too :( I love that they explored further material and older episodes for them (the Star Beast was a treat, and I don't think anyone expected the Toymaker of all characters to return, especially given the erm ... racism/cultural appropriation conversation the old 60's version brings up these days). But I feel like Jodie's last few episodes are the best tribute to them, and those aren't even specials. While it's nice to see Mel again, I miss my darling Ace, and she would have fit right in at the Doctor Donna family table at the end. Although it was nice to have Fourteen and Fifteen acknowledge Adric, and our dear Sarah Jane.

The best part of the episode however was the Toymaker dancing to 'Spice Up Your Life' and causing havoc. That was a peak 'I Can't Decide' with the Master moment, and it will forever be a fav.

#doctor who

[eliluminado7]

Pics from the rally in defense of pub‎lic heal‎thcare in Mad‎rid today, 11/13/2022

Despite being one of the richest regions in all of Sp‎ain, Mad‎rid barely invests in both healthcare and public schooling (€728 in public schooling/€1170 in healthcare per capita vs over €1300 in ps/€1897 in healthcare in Eusk‎adi) (Sánchez-Cuenca, 2022). In 2021, the figure of young people residing in Madr‎id was only 5.56% higher than that of elders; a difference that was greater in 2010 (21.90%). Mad‎rid's population is, therefore, progressively growing older (CCOO Mad‎rid, 2021). With a total population of 6,751,251 inhabitants in 2021, a figure that represents about 14.25% of the total population of Spa‎in, there is a strong basis to infer the correlation with the fact that, during the first year of the pandemic, Ma‎drid had the highest excess mortality in all of E‎U, with nearly 44% more deaths (E‎U Reg‎ional and Lo‎cal Baro‎meter, 2021). The few healthcare workers left in Madr‎id had already been denouncing the precarious situation experienced at public hospitals during and after the pandemic. They lamented the serious lack of resources and coordination that had hindered the work of physicians during those stressful months (UGT, 2020). Specifically, an analysis of healthcare expenditure allocated to Preven‎ción y Sal‎ud Públi‎ca, in comparison with other O‎ECD and Europ‎ean Un‎ion countries, showed that, in 2018, €49 per person were spent in S‎pain, 2.7 times less than in Germ‎any, with an average of €129.9, and practically half of the amount allocated in Ita‎ly (€96.2). In the same year, public expenditure in Ital‎ian healthcare almost doubled S‎pain's (5.25% compared to 3%). The evolution of this expenditure plummeted with the fina‎ncial cri‎sis of 2008 and has not been able to recover to date (Lobo & Trapero-Bertran, 2021). During the peak of the pandemic, the country has witnessed a serious deterioration of its Natio‎nal Heal‎th Syst‎em, and hasn't been able to live up to the standards of quality that were envisaged upon its inception in 1980. Specifically, in comparison with the E‎U average, in October 2020 there was a deficit of 289,235 health professionals, and there were only approximately 3 beds per thousand inhabitants. This value is also significantly lower than the E‎U average (5) and that of Germ‎any (8), according to CSIF data. In Mad‎rid, on top of the problems caused by an exhausted workforce with an extreme workload, the decision of the Ejecutivo Regional to assign staff from other public health centers to the new and controversial Isa‎bel Zen‎dal hospital has been the icing on the cake. Average bed capacity in Mad‎rid during 2020 was at 3.09 beds per thousand inhabitants, and only 2.09 of them were public (CCOO M‎adrid). This, alongside SU‎APs (PHC services for medical emergencies) that have been shutting down, and that had helped more than 340.000 people in 2019, means that healthcare in this region is beginning to require intensive care (Noriega, D.; Ordaz, A.; Santos Viñas, M.).

We are fortunate to have health professionals that are not only highly qualified but, in most cases, absolutely committed to their work. All that has been achieved over these past few years can collapse like a house of cards if regions like Mad‎rid continue privatizing public hospitals and offering salaries that force many of our doctors, nurses, physiotherapists, etc to work abroad. Public schooling and public healthcare are the backbone of this country. If we can’t even fight for them to be revalued year after year, we are doomed to a resounding failure of our society. Ay‎uso, who by now is the Spanish equivalent of Ron DeSantis, has blood on her hands and she must pay for it.

#tried to blur out attendants' faces sry if these photos look shitty #it was a peaceful protest anyways i dont think there should be any problem

[snicketstrange]

Chabo Chapter -2

- 2

The dim light of the room shaded Lemony's eyes, who was still grappling to understand recent events. The silhouette of Beatrice, dressing in the faint moonlight, held an eerie quality. The way the light reflected in her eyes felt distant, almost ethereal.

"B... What just happened?" Lemony's voice was thick with hesitation. "Are you leaving Bertrand? Why come to me? And... are you really returning to that cursed opera?"

Beatrice paused, casting him a cold, distant gaze. "Sometimes, L, it's better not to know everything. Just... let me go. And please, don't try to follow me."

As she departed, Lemony felt the room's air grow heavy. Something was amiss, a sense of dread he couldn't pinpoint. He recalled a similar demeanor the last time he saw her, when the sugar bowl was stolen. The memory played like a black and white film, haunting and remote.

Peering out the window, Beatrice's figure vanishing into the fog toward the opera house seemed more like a ghostly apparition than a living person. The opera's sign, "La Forza del Destino", glimmered oddly in the darkness.

On a whim, Lemony decided to follow her. The biting cold of the night struck his face as he exited the inn. Approaching the opera house, a somber and melancholic tune filled the air, thick with desperation.

Inside, Lemony spotted Beatrice, now in a dark dress, holding something metallic in her hands — something he'd only recognize as a dart launcher when it was too late.

The dark hallways and the shadow's whispers seemed to murmur, "Beware, Lemony. Fate is relentless."

Lemony felt a shiver down his spine as a figure emerged from the corridor's shadows. The messenger's face was pale, illuminated only by the dim glow of a distant lantern, and his opera uniform appeared soaked, as if dipped in water or perhaps something thicker and darker.

Wordlessly, the messenger extended a stained, yellowed letter. Lemony took it cautiously, feeling a cold dampness beneath his fingers. As he opened the envelope, the paper crinkled, and Beatrice's shaky handwriting leaped out at him.

*"If the inevitable occurs, if the shadow of death engulfs both Bertrand and me, I implore you, Lemony: unveil to the world what befell my children. Do not let their tales get lost in the dark webs of oblivion. The future of everything we know might rest in your hands."*

The final ink trails looked dragged, as if Beatrice was pulled away while writing. Lemony's heart raced, a premonition of impending doom in the air.

But then he noticed. A message was inscribed in those final smears. A poem:

"Here lies the soul that stars have deemed to shine,

Destined to lead and make our name divine.

Behold the spirit, radiant and rare,

Born to bring change and cleanse the tainted air."

.

As the tenor's song peaked, depicting a lethal duel, while a female voice sang a tune of anguished waiting for a lover, an alien sound broke through.

It was a scream, an outcry of agony and desperation.

"Daddy, daddy!" A familiar voice tore through the air. It was Count Olaf, with a tone of panic Lemony had never imagined hearing. "For God's sake, someone call a doctor!" the count pleaded. Shortly after, a woman crumbled, as if the world's weight became unbearable. At first, onlookers believed she had fainted from shock, but a grimmer truth emerged: poisoned darts embedded in her flesh.

"THERE'S A SHOOTER IN HERE!"

The alarm rang like a death knell. A sea of people surged up in panic, a wave of horror and chaos. The elderly, frail and bewildered, were mercilessly knocked off their feet, their bones brittle as autumn leaves, crunching under the stampede. Faces, once etched with the wisdom of years, now distorted in unimaginable pain as they were trampled into the ground, forgotten and inconsequential in the larger trage.dy unfolding. Amidst the swirling chaos, the piercing cries of infants rose like shrill sirens—only to be brutally silenced. Soft skulls met hard shoe leather; tiny fingers clenched in futile resistance before going limp. The chaos swallowed them whole, muffling their cries as it extinguished their young lives.

 Jostled and dazed, Lemony was swept out of the theatre, watching as the hall morphed into a mass grave.

And deep down, Lemony understood.

That deathly symphony was orchestrated by Beatrice's hand.

#asoue #asoue fanfic #asoue fic #fanfics f #vfd fanfic #lemony snicket #beatrice baudelaire #snicketverse