'yes i see that doctor'

Now that Will and Grace is coming back (28th of September this year) I feel like it’s the perfect time to share something I learned a while ago. John Barrowman, probably best known from Doctor Who, Torchwood and Arrow,  Barrowman was also considered for the role of Will in Will & Grace, but the producers reportedly felt he was “too straight” and the role eventually went to Eric McCormack instead. Like have you seen John Barrowman??! 





Here’s the link to his wiki if you don’t believe me: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Barrowman

PS: I’m really happy that Will & Grace is coming back, I have a lot of fond memories of watching it wiht my older sister.


The moment Alex Kingston learns who 13th Doctor is going to be (Raleigh SuperCon - July 16, 2017)


You have a brilliant mind, Sameen. And you’re very gifted. But you’ll never be a doctor.

The Devil’s Share - Person of Interest 3x10

Eight in his cell in Seeing I.

He put down the cornflower and picked up brick red. It was his fiftieth box of crayons. The cell was covered in colour, wallpapered in three years’ worth of designs, to a height of precisely six feet on each of the three walls. Abstract patterns, mostly, though perhaps here and there you could imagine a humanoid figure, a landscape, an image from deepest space. A faint, oddly comforting aroma of oil came from the walls in the heat.

The implant could only see and hear, he was sure of that now. It could not read his thoughts. At least, not many of them. Because otherwise Dr Akalu would not keep asking him about the drawings in his cell.

More Tattoos

Author: Juju

Warnings: pregnancy talk (duh) and miscarriages and my first attempt at angst

Summary: You try to keep the secret from the Mendes family. It doesn’t work out as planned.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: Italics is flashback! Also @torontogawd, thanks for being awesome and putting up with me as well as @zipline-mendez

if you read this and you like what’s down there, send me a ‘rude is trash’ in my inbox. i’m trying to prove a point to my friend.

Part 1


You, Shawn and Aaliyah were currently sprawled out on Shawn’s bed. It was incredibly late, but none of you wanted to sleep. 

You had been in an in-depth conversation about bananas, but you all got lost along the way. As one would, talking about…bananas. 

“Shawn?” Aaliyah piped up from her place on the end of the bed.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“Do you wanna get a tattoo? Like ever?” 

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doctor/master au : DC Comics

Peter Capaldi aka Joker and Michelle Gomez aka Harley Quinn 

                 ‘I hope Puddin’ wasn’t too mean to you.’
                                              ‘Pud… din’?’
         ‘now, did he push you out of that thing, or did you fall? couldn’t really tell. he can be very mean sometimes. except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.’

  • Benedict Cumberbatch: does push-ups
  • Benedict Cumberbatch: in full Doctor Strange costume
  • Benedict Cumberbatch: ON.ASPHALT.
  • Me: Take me. Take me now. *swoons*

There’s a lot of fanon, possibly backed by Word of God, that Harry was also a doctor, but what if Harry wasn’t that kind of doctor.

Like, they’re back from a mission, and Eggsy is like, “Harry, I think I’ve tweaked my shoulder, could you take a look? ”

“Well, I’m not sure I’m the most qualified-”, Harry demurs.

“it’s alright, I know you ain’t been a doctor for ages, but I don’t fancy going down to medical, they hate me. And you probably know as much as them.”

Harry winces. Time to pay the piper, as it were. “Ah, yes. Well, actually you see, I am a doctor, but not that kind. I have a doctorate in biology.”

“… You what, mate?”

“Yes. I specialized in butterflies. I wanted to be a lepidopterist. That’s really why I joined the army, at first. I thought it would be rather romantic, traveling the world, finding exotic butterflies.”

“So, you mean…” Eggsy is visibly struggling. “You mean to say you’ve been letting me think you’re the other kind of doctor all this time…”

Harry scowls. “Well, back when you and Lancelot were watching Grey’s Anatomy together, you kept going on about Patrick Dempsey, forgive me if I took advantage of your little misapprehension in the hopes it might stir your interest.”

“That’s because it’s Patrick Dempsey, Harry!” Eggsy now looks like he’s forgotten all about the shoulder. “And you’re you! You’ve been *holding my interest* ever since you picked me up from Holborn looking like you stepped out of a Byron novel, you great big wanker. Fuck!”

They’re both silent for a moment, the sound of the landing gear unfolding underneath them. “You know,” Harry says finally, “I do believe I may have something for that shoulder at my house.”

“Yeah?” Eggsy’s eyes are bright with interest. “Is that right?”

“Unfortunately, I may have to keep you for observation overnight. Standard procedure, you understand.”

Eggsy’s fingers creep into his. “I think I’ll manage.”

“I have been told, however, that I have excellent bedside manner.”

“Harry, oh my god, shut up and kiss me already. Doctor’s orders!”

“Who am I to refuse that,” Harry agrees and obeys.


“Why are you still alive?” “You saved me.” “I saved Gallifrey.” “Yes, Gallifrey too, I suppose. There’s always collateral damage with you and me. It’s our Paris.”

Baby Bumps - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Warnings: pregnancy, miscarriage scare 

Request: hi!!!!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is having Jughead’s kid (they’re maybe still in high and you can decide whether he was involved with helping the reader through her pregnancy or not and whether they’re a couple) and jughead gets a call or is told something’s wrong but it ends up being a false alarm and everything is okay and just fluff ok that’s really all (that’s a lot I’m sorry…) thank you! 

Summary: Jughead and the reader are having a baby together during their senior year after a heated moment 7 months earlier. The readers falls down the stairs while at home and Jughead gets a phone call in the middle of class. 

A/N: I really liked this idea, thanks anon. I hope its everything you wanted and more :) 

Your POV 

You can’t see your ankles. Well, if you spread your legs out wide enough you could see where your ankles should be, but aren’t. Pregnancy is sooo annoying, first you need to pee all the time, then the baby decides to play soccer in the middle of the night and now your ankles have swelled to non existence. Its not that you not happy you’re pregnant, you’re actually really happy that you’re having a baby. Especially with my devoted boyfriend of 2 years, but you just can’t see your ankles. Well, now your ankles match the size of your feet you try to reason with yourself humorously. You move you ankles out again. Nope. Still too big and non existent. 

You spend about half an hour focusing in your enlarged ankles. You contemplate getting up before your baby decides to make that choice for you. Sighing, you try to sit up but even in your bored, distracted state you know it’s fruitless without Jughead. Manoeuvring yourself to the edge of the bed, taking up a total of 10 minutes (you were counting), you move your legs off the bed. 

Making sure your swollen feet are stable and you roll off the bed, falling into a kneeled position on the floor and pushing yourself up with your knee. ‘Well that’s my daily workout done for today’ you sarcastically think as you waddle your way into the bathroom. After doing your business and again using unusual methods that resulted in you feeling like you ran another marathon, you sit onto the bed and position yourself so you can get up again without exerting yourself anymore than you need to. 

After watching a couple of episodes of Jane the Virgin you start to get really hungry and crave burrito. You’ve never actually had a burrito but you love Mexican food and you you’re really craving one so you decide to get up and go downstairs to call around and try to find a place that makes burritos. As you’re waddling your way through your house, about halfway down the stairs you trip over your enlarged feet and nonexistent ankles and fall down the rest of the way. Grabbing your phone from your bra, you quickly text Jughead. 

Fell down stairs can’t get up pls call ambulance 

Jughead’s POV 

Jughead’s in the middle of his maths class when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. When pulls it out he sees a text from you and quickly unlocks his phone, worrying that something is wrong. 

Fell down the stairs can’t get up pls call ambulance 

His senses go into overdrive fearing the worst for you and the baby. 

Babe, I’m gonna go call. Please hold on. 

After seeing no immediate reply he quickly gets up in the middle of class, asking if he can leave early because he doesn’t feel well, he packs up his stuff and races out of the school and to his and your shared house. After calling the ambulance, while sprinting to you from the school, he barges into the house and sees you lying on the floor, knocked out cold. Milliseconds later, he hears sirens and 2 nurses carrying a stretcher enter the house. In what felt like the slowest minute in his life, Jughead finally enters the ambulance with you, grasping onto your hand tight. 

“I’m here (Y/N), I’m so sorry I wasn’t with you to being with,“ he mumbles to you while he strokes your hair. He keeps apologising the whole way to the hospital. Once they reach it, they escort him to the waiting room while they run you into the ER, making sure everything with you and the baby are fine. 

Jughead can’t help but pace in the waiting room, worry overcoming him, only making him pace even more. He knows worrying won’t help, but he doesn’t want to lose the only things in the world that matter the most to him. Half an hour later Archie, Veronica and Betty run into the waiting room and sit down, watching Jughead as he loses his grip on his usually calm and level mind. 

“(Y/N)(L/N)” a voice loudly calls as the room falls silent. Jughead races over to the doctor, Archie, Veronica, and Betty all hang back knowing that Jughead should have some alone time with his girlfriend before they start fretting over her. 

“Doctor, is everything alright? With her and the baby?“ Jughead uncharacteristically rambles out, too worried to care. 

“Everything is fine, she nearly lost the baby, but we managed to keep them in and so she’ll have to be on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy." 

“Yes, of course. Is she awake? Can I see her?" 

“Yes she is, she’s in room 118," 

“Thank you doctor,” and he rapidly walks over to 118 and barges into your room, not caring about how loud he was being. 

“(Y/N),“ he breathes. 

Your POV 

“(Y/N),” you look up at the sound of your name and smile at you boyfriend whose disheveled hair peaks from his beanie, revealing to you his worried state. 

“Juggy,“ you sigh opening your arms for him. He doesn’t hesitate and walks straight into them holding you tightly too him, almost afraid that if he let’s go he’ll lose you. 

“I was so worried about you both,” he mumbles into your hair, kissing it between sentences, “we nearly lost them." 

“But we didn’t, and everything is fine with me and the baby. All that happened was that I tripped down the stairs. There was nothing to fear,” you try reassuring. Your words comfort him a little but he’s not so desperate as to believe everything you said. 

“(Y/N) your “little” fall could’ve cost you the baby and possibly you,“  

“You wouldn’t have lost me,” “No, but you could have been badly injured," 

“True, but let’s not focus on that. Let’s focus on the fact that our little family is alive and well- ow! and and still kicking. jeez,” chuckling at your statement, Jughead reaches down and places his hand on your stomach, starting to rub circles. 

“I know you’re glad I’m here too little one, but there is no need to keep hurting your mama,“ he says smiling at you. You smile back and realise that despite everything, nothing could ruin your little family. Almost as if he was reading your mind, Jughead leans towards you and kisses your lips. 

“I love you beautiful,” he mumbles against your lips. 

“I love you more,“ 

“Not even possible." 

A/N: Y/N = your name 

I hope I did your idea justice!!! Let me know what you thought of it!!

Casually watching Yes, Prime Minister, when Nicholas Courtney shows up - in uniform, bearing important security information!

So now I’m imagining a Doctor Who/Yes, Prime Minister crossover, where newly-appointed PM Jim Hacker Freaks The Fuck Out, because aliens, Humphrey! Aliens! Actual space aliens, on UK soil, and - what do you mean, it happens all the time?!

anonymous asked:

Hey. So, I really adore your Thiam Headcanons and I would have some more for you: 1) what would they do at Halloween 2) who would throw the other a surprise birthday party 3) where do you see them in 10 (or more) years 4) who cooks and who bakes 5) any AU ideas for them and 6) what would their first vacation together be like? Thank you so much for sharing your amazing work with us!!

1) What would they do at halloween?

They would ppppppparty! 

Halloween has always been Mason’s favourite holiday and Liam always gets dragged into it, not that he’s complaining. When they were kids they’d trick or treat but now they’re old enough to party and Mason will die before he lets them miss the chance to go to a proper Halloween party.

Theo pretends like he doesn’t care at first but the second Mason insists everyone dresses up Theo is off. Liam can’t shut him up for a week about what costume he might wear. It takes a while before Liam actually realises that it will be Theo’s first Halloween in ten years.

They end up going as batman and superman, it’s lame and cliche but they get to leer at each other in tight outfits all night so they’re pretty happy. When they eventually have to haul Mason and Corey back to their houses they go back to Liam’s and watch (judge) scary films together.

2) Who would throw the other a surprise birthday party?

The whole werewolf senses make surprise birthday parties difficult. Liam tried to throw one for Theo but he heard the heartbeats of the people hiding before they’d even got near to Liam’s house. 

3) Where do you see them in 10 years?

After that Anon who had the Doctor!Theo history teacher!Liam headcanon I honestly can’t see them ending up any other way.

But yes okay so I see Theo as a doctor and Liam as a history teacher. Theo works long ass hours constantly and paid more than he makes to get through all the training and Liam’s on a teacher’s salary so their house isn’t the best. Or the cleanest a lot of the time.

They adopted a six-year-old who came into the hospital after saying with abusive foster parents. Theo didn’t even mean to start talking to her but she’d been stuck in the hospital for a while with repeat surgeries and then Liam and Dr Geyer start talking to her and after the latest big bad tears up the hospital and Liam and Theo find themselves running for her room the second the second it starts to make sure she gets out safely they decide they might as well see if they could. 

They’re still fighting supernatural beasties but doing fairly well at adulting alongside it. Theo thinks if they could afford a maid their lives would be perfect. Liam thinks if his students could start listening to him it would be better.

4) who cooks and who bakes?

Both of them cook, neither of them bake. They’re both…adequate at cooking, sure it’s not great but they won’t starve. It’ just they don’t have the patience to stick to the recipe’s or the care to remember to check stuff in exactly the cooking time. Baking, however, neither of them touch it. Liam made cupcakes once and Theo almost broke a tooth on them.

5) Any Au idea’s for them?

College AU! Right okay, so you have Theo the smart as fuck stoner and Liam the angry history nerd who ends up sharing a dorm with him.

They hate eachother at first. Theo is loud and obnoxious and seems to pass without trying and Liam is there busting his balls trying to keep up in his classes and play lacrosse and hang out with Mason. 

Liam has a breakdown one night, no tears or anything but he just starts whispering history facts and rocking back and forth and after some laughing Theo convinces him to smoke a bit to calm down.

They end up at the nearby skate park Liam ranting angrily about his teachers while Theo skates around him. After that, they’re pretty amicable, if amicable means they fall in love while Theo tries to teach Liam how to skate and Liam bombards Theo with the history of marijuana.

6) What would their first vacation be like?

Airplanes is what I’d imagine it to be like ;) 

It’s miserable. They go to England, London to be exact. Jackson and Theo hit it off after the hunter fiasco, they’re both sarcastic egotistical competitive assholes and bond somewhat and then continue it with a string of insulting text messages. Eventually, it turns into a “if you’re ever in London come hang out.” sort of invitation.

It rains the entire time and Liam bitches about it. Theo bitches about the smell and the noise. Jackson bitches about them bitching and Ethan bitches about how it wouldn’t be so bad if they’d actually go out and do something which starts Liam off on the rain again. They agree to try a nice tropical beach next time.

I have a nice workplace in terms of management and most of my coworkers so my experience here may be a bit skewed but I’d like to speak about my experience with something that affects a lot of people on this page MENTAL HEALTH IN THE WORKPLACE.

This is gonna get long and I’ve actually cut out a lot to save explaining because it’s a bit …shitty… but here’s the main story. 

I just wanna say on the out -  don’t be afraid of sharing. I found that sharing actually did help me a lot at work, and if I told them earlier it would have saved me a lot of hassle.

I’ve worked for the same company for almost 4 years now. I started as a high school student, transferred and then continued as a university student. Before that I worked in a really terrible small store as a summer temp, and I’ve worked for my school during the summer for three weeks (and ongoing corresponding throughout the year that I’m paid for) as part of a summer school exchange. But. My focus for this will be my main job and the store I’m currently at.

I suffer from an anxiety disorder - with it brining symptoms of depression but I would never really say I had depression or even depression and anxiety. I don’t take meds and I’m not currently in therapy (I had a short stint at the beginning of this year but had to bail as it interfered with class). Although I believe understanding your symptoms is important I’m not 100% of self-diagnosis but I was pretty sure prior to diagnosis that I had problems with anxiety. I was diagnosed in 2014. 

I’d never properly brought it up at work. I sometimes mentioned feeling increasingly more anxious at times when I was at store 1 during my high school days and this was brushed off. I think my supervisor said something along the lines of, “everyone gets like that! just relax!” he was a pretty nice guy, but, a bit dim. Another time I told him I was stressed and he told me I was too young to be stressed. 

The first time it came up was when I first got introduced to my current manager. I was working in the store for about 2 or so months when my manager there quit. I was heartbroken because I really hated my then “new” store at the time and constantly felt homesick - him and maybe one or two others made it bearable. What’s worse, my new(current) manager was known to a lot of the staff already as he worked between our store and another store as a supervisor a few years back, and then became a temporary ASM before the current one came. I was opening with him on maybe his third shift back, it was me, another staff member and someone completely new. He didn’t say one word to me - really - as he wanted to help the new person and he knew the other person. I felt super uncomfortable as for that whole shift I felt forgotten about - he spoke to everyone else as they were either a new seasonal staff or he worked with them beforehand. I was just not on his radar. At this time. I hated this place even more. At this time, my anxiety was hella bad. I had a lot on my plate, like, a fuckload of shit that I’d rather not get into online and it would probably get us off the point of this place. 

Essentially, I needed to clarify something with work that my old manager had told me was okay but it didn’t seem to be noted anywhere. As I didn’t know him at all, I asked supervisor number 1 about my issue. Supervisor 1 shrugged me off and told me I’d have to speak to our boss about this. He wasn’t in on my next shift, so, I decided to ask supervisor 2 - supervisor 2 was less helpful than supervisor 1 as she told me the exact opposite of what I was hoping. I cried the whole way home. I felt trapped and hopeless.

I even contacted my old manager asking if I could transfer back down. It was almost Xmas anyway, so, I could just go home (although this was not ideal, abusive household). I only lived about 100 miles away so I could always travel to there on a Friday night, work the weekend and come up mid-Monday as I had no class either until the summer (when I would just come home and work…again not ideal but at the time I was getting a lot of money for my age as I was still only 17) or I could just work there until I found a new job here.

The next shift I was in was with my manager, it was a Tuesday starting early, I don’t know why I was scheduled in for this shift as I had class. But. I went anyway. I thought fuck it, I’ll ask him. As I didn’t know him that well I just explained my situ and also what Supervisor 2 said to me. I also told him (truthfully) that I’d been having panic attacks since Supervisor 2 spoke to me.

His response was kinda …weird. He thought it was “fucked up” (exact words) that he had no handover on the issue and immediately sorted it. He told me later on that shift that “nothing work related should make you that anxious EVER”. And we left it like that.

I still felt left out at work. My manager still didn’t really speak to me. My anxiety was getting worse due to class/bad family back “home” and work. I recall getting told off by my manager for something really trivial and for asking for a holiday a few times for him to snap at me before storming off to enter it. I assumed he didn’t like me. I was a pain in his ass. 

Shortly after this, I got hit by a massive anxiety truck. I felt so low, I couldn’t leave my bed. I missed so much class and so much work (although I lied and said I had food poisioning from work as I didn’t know how to bring it up). And then… I felt better. I was scheduled for work at 9:30am on a Sat, which was pretty standard and the night before a few of my high school friends were in town for a gig, so I met them after it for a drink. Honestly, I don’t drink A LOT - I have a very low tolerance made worse by anxiety. Since I was in class all day and was meant to work the next day this would be the only time I’d see them for a while. I lasted one drink and felt overwhelmed. I had to go home. I cried all night and couldn’t calm myself down. Before I knew it, it hit 7:30am and I was still shaking so badly. I honestly couldn’t make it out of my place to get the bus. Serving customers was off the menu. I’d only been back on shift as well, and hadn’t done my back to work. I called in and it was Supervisor 2 - who I really hated and was leaving soon. But. I just told her. I couldn’t lie anymore.

“You’ve been off a lot.”

I had been off a lot - at my old location I was off ONCE and that was because I had a sickness bug and was sent home the day previously. (I had to throw up and couldn’t make it to the bathroom so threw up outside the store…lovely). I’d been off here a lot - mainly due to catching illnesses but more recently due to anxiety. 

“….I’ll go see a doctor?” I shrugged.

“Yes, do that. I’ll say to manager." 

I had a long weekend (inc Monday) of wallowing in self pity before making my way to the doctors on the Tuesday. My doctor could see I was intensely stressed and asked me if my student loan could cover my living costs (no) as my job seemed unnecessary due to my university commitments. By this time I had lost around 20 lbs as well - I was never skinny to begin with but this weight came off in about 2-3 months essentially because I was living off ramen as the thought of cooking/going to the shop seemed too scary (hahahah you’re such a student with your ramen nope I’m fucking mentally ill). He offered me medication but I denied, as I was worried about adjusting to them so close to my deadlines. I planned to start them that summer but I’m still not on anything. He wrote me off for a further two weeks for both work and uni, but, I was behind on uni so went in anyway. 

I didn’t want to go back to work. The thought of work made me feel so ill and so anxious. I started looking at new jobs and filled in an application for a stockroom job for a museum gift shop. I was just waiting for the right time to contact my old manager from the first store for a reference because there was No Way In Hell my boss was gonna give me a reference. 

When I returned, after trying not to cry as I reached the door, my boss grinned at me as I walked in, "HEY WELCOME BACK! :)" 


"I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

As I entered the staffroom, a new face was there, “HI I’m Supervisor 2.1!” Supervisor 2 had left already, phew.Supervisor 2.1 kept talking and talking and talking. He was nice. I already decided I liked him because he seemed to have little filter and seemed genuine. 

“I used to work at [other location] but I live in [same place as me] so this is closer! And I’m getting more money as I’m not a SUPERVISOR!!! Just getting used to the busses!”

I smiled and told him I got the busses too and would help him tonight. 

As I was about to start, my manager called me into his office to do my paperwork and also dragged Supervisor 2.1 in to show him how to do it, and to keep him “in the loop”.

“We need to do your back to work form. But this is quite serious.”

I thought…fuck… he thinks I’m faking. I’m gonna get fired for a lot of absences. 


We filled in the form as usual and looked over my doctors note. He said he recalled the time I told him I was taking panic attacks and just thought I was exaggerating and he apologised a lot for thinking that.

He then told me he valued me so much as a team member as I always got shit done and was a hardworker, he apologised if he’d ever been “off” with me as he said he just didn’t really think I liked him or needed constantly guidance on tasks.

We had this long-ass chat about mental health. In which he told me he’d been on and off anti-anxiety medication for the past 5 years. He went into detail about how he didn’t go into his old work at all and eventually got fired and said he was super proud I sought help before things went too far for me in regards to either work or school. Supervisor 2.1 chipped in and said he’s a very nervous person, perhaps not anxiety level but nevertheless very nervous.

It went on for an hour and since then, we’ve had a great relationship. And I mean REALLY GREAT. Essentially, we worked out we were basically the same person - I would have probably never found out this shit if we never had this long-ass convo. I also become really close friends with Supervisor 2.1 who constantly gets me into trouble for talking to him and coming back late from lunch as he always insists on dining out. 

I think I was making myself quite distant at work because I was in a bad place mentally - and because of that - I was getting increasingly anxious at work…..the cycle went on.

Since then, I’ve obviously had “difficulties” but it’s been super easy to talk to managers about it. I once mentioned, in passing, to our ASM how the messy tshirts unsettled me and she switched my zone in the store so I could go tidy them (I was doing nothing anyway). I’ve had reviews and have been praised for hard work and customer service - with downsides being confidence, usually. 

Recently, I had quite a bad anxiety “relapse” - I asked my manager if I could talk to him - as it was fucked anyway and an issue at work with one coworker and another being assholes to myself and another coworker made it worse. Mixed in with deadlines, I needed either reduced hours or a couple of back of house shifts to help me calm. We talked out the issues and I took a panic attack that he managed to talk me out of before it got too bad which, sadly, kinda set him off a bit as I noticed he was stimming quite badly. He checked up on me that night and thanked me for sharing.

Due to the fact I get easily stressed and my work knows this, they are happy to fit my schedule around my class and deadlines. Something that before they were a bit like “meh” about. 

I just wanna say PLEASE DO NOT DO A ME AND HOLD IT IN UNTIL IT GETS REALLY BAD. I still get very stressed and nervous when I think about that time in my life - if I had been more open earlier I would have saved myself a lot of stress which in turn made my mental health worse. 

The boys get a call from the hospital because their s / o had a serious accident. Its your decision if the s / o lives or dies

Alright, I’ll take this one for you. This is my first angst prompt so… we’ll see how I go. I’m super duper sorry about the time this took!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • He needs all the details.
  • He is not putting down this cursed phone until he gets them.
  • Is he allowed to come see you? Are you in a stable condition.
  • When he’s given the thumbs up to see you, he instantly hangs up.
  • He has to see you.
  • It’s important.
  • He comes to visit you every day and each time, he brings a rose.
  • Each time he comes he just begs for you to wake up.
  • 15… 20 roses.
  • There are 29 roses now and there always will be.
  • There’s no need for more roses.
  • You’re gone and his heart went with you.

Rantarou Amami

  • He’s completely calm.
  • He’ll let the person on the other end give their spiel.
  • As soon as they end the call, he freaks out and quickly goes to the hospital.
  • He’s denied entry.
  • He just loses his cool, why the hell can’t he see you?!
  • Apparently, they’re performing surgery.
  • Hours pass and he’s still here.
  • It’s been hours… can’t they operate quicker?!
  • He’s just about to fall asleep before he’s approached by a doctor.
  • “Can I see them now?!”
  • “Yes, you can… but…”
  • “But…?”
  • “I’ll be blunt here, they died during surgery.”

Kokichi Ouma

  • As soon as he hears “s/o” and “accident” together, he just bursts into tears.
  • The caller is begging him to calm down but he’s on edge.
  • He hangs up and just has a tantrum.
  • It’s not fair! Why his s/o?!
  • He decides to get himself together and go see you.
  • When he gets into your room, he just cries.
  • Not tantrum tears, genuine sadness.
  • One day, the hospital calls again.
  • You’re allowed to come home now but…
  • He just hangs up straight away and rushes to the hospital.
  • You’re there and you’re… in a wheelchair.
  • “They won’t be able to walk again…”
  • He doesn’t care.
  • You’re alive and he loves you so much and he’s so sorry…

Shuuichi Saihara

  • He doesn’t want to show much concern but he’s crying.
  • You asked him to come with you and he said no, he was too caught up in cases.
  • He feels so bad.
  • So. Bad.
  • He goes to the hospital straight away and is panicking.
  • Everyone around him is crying, they must all be in a similar situation.
  • He’s finally allowed to see you and you’re both crying and holding onto each other.
  • Then he realises…
  • Where’s your left arm?
  • It’s gone…?
  • You smile softly and explain it was too badly damaged to be fixed.
  • He understands… god, he doesn’t even care.
  • You’re alive! You’re alive and well!
  • He couldn’t ask for anything else.

Kaito Momota

  • The first thing he says is “WOAH!” really loudly.
  • He listens for a while before getting bored with all the fancy talk and hangs up.
  • He gets the gist, no need for all that.
  • Kaito you doof you asked for details–
  • He goes to the hospital and runs straight to your room.
  • You’re there and you look fine?
  • He asks what happened and you say nothing much, you just tripped and since your veins are weird, you started bleeding at a critical rate.
  • He’s worried and asks if you’re alright.
  • It was nothing big, you’re fine, you say.
  • You two go home happily.


  • He has trouble picking up the phone at first.
  • How did you say this thing worked?!
  • It’s horrible.
  • He picks it up and hears the voice.
  • Accident?! What do they mean accident?!
  • He’s not sure so he asks the person to word it differently.
  • “Sir, your s/o, she has gotten into a car crash.”
  • Car crash?! That’s when two cars hit and people get hurt, right?!
  • He calls someone, desperate to get to you.
  • He gets to the hospital and he’s not allowed in.
  • He’s about to retort but he retreats, remembering how he was taught to be courteous.
  • He sits patiently before powering down to save battery.
  • He’s shaken awoke by someone and he jumps.
  • He’s allowed in but… he’s shocked.
  • You’re… like him now?
  • He looks at right arm… your left leg… they’re metal?!
  • He has a robo-buddy now?!
  • Yes!!
  • But… also no!!
  • He’s happy that he’s not alone but he also wants you to be happy!
  • He asks if you’re okay and you laugh, telling him that this is really weird.
  • “Anyways, yeah, I’m fine! Now we really are the perfect couple!”
  • He laughs but it hurts… he can tell you’re lying.
  • He tries to happy, for you.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • WHAT?! GONTA’S S/O?!
  • He listens but can’t make sense of any of it.
  • He gets to the hospital as quickly as possible.
  • In this case, it would be running.
  • He can run pretty quickly.
  • He gets there and he’s not allowed in yet, you’re still recovering.
  • He sits for a while and he can’t stop crying.
  • He’s allowed in you’re okay, just a broken arm.
  • Thank goodness! You’re okay!
  • He hugs you before realising he might be hurting you.
  • You have to stay in the hospital for a few days to run tests in case of any other potential injuries.
  • He stays with you the entire time.
  • Nobody tries to kick him out, he looks… way too scary.
  • You’re eventually allowed home and he helps you with things you can’t do!
  • Like writing, making food and such!
  • After a while, you’re all better and he’s really happy!

Ryouma Hoshi

  • He knows these people, as soon as he hears the voice, he knows.
  • He’s had these calls before, everyone in his life has suffered this same goddamn fate.
  • He arrives at the hospital with flowers, hoping to be able to see you.
  • He’s denied entry but he can see you.
  • You’re right there.
  • He sees a sign, ‘no children without adult supervision.’
  • Very funny.
  • “Let me in.”
  • They back off, realising they messed up.
  • He’s allowed in and he just slowly walks up to you.
  • You start crying, you’re so sorry, you’ll try not to do that again.
  • It’s not your fault, he tells you, stop apologising.
  • You two hug for a long time then he starts apologising.
  • He’s sorry he couldn’t be there.
  • He’s sorry he was so late seeing you.
  • He’s sorry for not looking after you.
  • You tell him to shut up and just pick him up to spite him.
  • You’re both crying and laughing.
  • You’re both beautiful messes.

immortality isn’t living forever, that’s not what it feels like. immortality is everybody else dying.