chest drain

I got top surgery last month, and here are a few of my thoughts on the non-physical parts of recovery:

  • I feel more comfortable getting dressed in the morning because I don’t have to worry about whether the shirt will accentuate my chest or show my binder
  • I felt weird about my chest in the first few days post-op, sort of uneasy about it and a bit disconnected, like it wasn’t really my chest.
  • Once both drains were removed, I suddenly became totally comfortable with my chest as if everything snapped into place and it became my body again. I used to feel a bit dissociated from my chest before surgery, like looking in a mirror felt weird because what I was seeing just didn’t match how I pictured myself in my head and now it does. Taking selfies also helped me get used to what it looks like.
  • I was scared that I would need a revision when I saw the indent on my left side and it prompted me to worry for a bit that I’d regret having had the surgery and my anxiety was like !!!
  • (It turned out that it was just the drain site and the drain was higher up in my chest than I thought it would be (a few inches higher than my nipple and not near the double incisions and it got less indented when the drain came out)
  • I was so happy one night thinking about all the years in my future I’ll be able to live without a chest and I cried because now I can go to the water park and to the pool and I can just wake up in the morning and get dressed without seeing my chest in my shirt and feeling bad about it
  • I feel freed. I never have to look down and see my chest and be surprised and feel shitty. I keep checking my chest to see if it’s obvious out of habit and seeing that it’s flat just cheers me up.
  • I expected that having top surgery would change how I interacted with people daily and make me pass more, but it’s been about 6 weeks since surgery and I only passed a few times despite a ton of interactions with different people. It was a bit disappointing, but I shouldn’t have expected it to change because from the point of view of the train conductor who missy’d me I’d mostly look the same before surgery wearing a binder as I did after surgery without a binder, and it shows that my passing is linked to other factors more strongly than my chest. Pre-op I’d have no chance passing without a binder, and post-op removes that factor but it seems that without a chest as an indicator people fall back to all the other things that gender me like my high voice and feminine face– so back to not passing.
  • The changes I’ve experienced have been primarily emotional within myself and not related to any external validation as it hasn’t changed my passing as mentioned before. I do believe that it’ll make me more safe in male spaces if I get clocked as not a guy, but I don’t think it’ll change how I move in female spaces as some women have smaller chests or have had double mastectomies to prevent cancer so it shouldn’t prevent me from being read as a woman either.
  • I’ve been focusing on this for so long and using so much of my time and effort and energy to make it happen that I felt sort of aimless now that I’ve achieved what’s been the biggest and most ultimate goal so far in my life.
  • My chest dysphoria isn’t a factor any longer so I don’t have to spend painful hour after hour trying to resist the urge to self-harm on my chest or cut it off myself which was how I spent a lot of nights pre-up. Top surgery hasn’t been a panacea that’s solved all my problems, but it made 1 thing a little better and that’s worth it.
  • For the first time I Really was able to picture myself having a future. Not what I’d be doing or a career or anything, but just being able to picture my physical body being older than it is now. Just being able to imagine growing up and looking like a young adult was really hard for me before, and I just sort of figured I’d be dead by then, like it was inevitable and completely unavoidable. I think that’s mostly my depression, and I’m currently in a better place where I’m able to manage it better for the right now.
  • I want to show my chest off to everyone and it’s the most body-confident I’ve felt in a while. I posted a picture on Instagram, but I’m worried about how people will react to the scars and I don’t want to get any negativity from folks who don’t like my results and feel like it’s okay to comment on that so I haven’t posted anything on Facebook or this account.
  • I don’t feel “sexy” right now because I’m healing, but I feel like me, like how I should be, and I’m still delighted with it like the honeymoon phase of a relationship where everything is new and exciting and you just want to show pictures of you and say how proud and happy you are.
  • I had a few days of body insecurity when I realized I could see my stomach now that my chest is gone and I’ve gained a bit of weight and it shows a bit although I’m not overweight. It’s something I’m trying to get used to because I’m going to try to start exercising for the first time in like 4 or 5 years once I’m healed more, but I am trying to put the emphasis on just being active and eating healthy and not losing weight because there’s nothing wrong with a bit of chub and when I try to lose weight it usually ends up with some disordered behavior.
  • I do feel like my focus has shifted now to lower surgery, but my lower dysphoria hasn’t increased- I thought it would be like my top dysphoria converted to bottom dysphoria like how energy can’t be created or dystroyed. It’s been more like now that I’ve dealt with the top dysphoria there’s less bothering me so I can shift my attention to my lower dysphoria like when you do the big project assignment that’s really been dragging down your grade and then you’re passing the class but you notice that your grade still isn’t an A and then you start planning about doing the missing homework paper that’s worth less than the project. If that makes sense.
  • Aw yeah, I can wear tank tops! And shirts with larger collars! I don’t have to worry about my binder showing!
  • Not having to wear the ace bandage is nice because when I had to wear it I felt like I was still pre-op and binding so it didn’t feel as real in my mind.
  • My left nipple isn’t healed yet and it makes me anxious but it isn’t a debilitating anxiety, just a bit too much worrying about it.
  • I’m suddenly more comfortable with showering and taking baths, so my hygiene is getting better than it was, which I’m sure is a delight to those around me.
  • I wish I didn’t develop a chest in the first place and I wish I didn’t need to get this surgery at all, but that’s not the way things are and because I did grow a chest so this was the best choice for me.
  • I started scar care today by using scar-away strips. I’m 6 weeks post-op as of today.

I’m happy to try to answer any questions someone might have, but I made a top surgery page so check there before you ask me because there’s a chance your question is covered in that info.

I have more posts on my top surgery recovery here.

anonymous asked:

WHAT IS THE NEW ENGLAND VAMPIRE PANIC IT SOUNDS AMAZING PLEASE ENLIGHTEN US also i lov gothic lit more than i love anything else so please dear goodness is it in any way related to vampirism in lit / dracula's affect on the general public ANYWAY IT SOUNDS WILDE



this is less of a panic actually and more of a sustained belief that the outside world became more aware of all at once so it seemed like a condensed event

belief in vampires was a Thing in much of the world for a really long time, including rural New England (mostly Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Vermont). during the 19th century, tuberculosis was also a very big, very bad Thing as @queenofairandsnarkness pointed out. it’s transmitted through microscopic aerosolized drops of infected saliva when the victim coughs, and highly contagious, especially among families or other people who live in close quarters. in a time when people commonly shared beds for warmth, quarters could be very close. one case usually became an outbreak

a wasting illness that slowly drains the energy and strength from its victims…sound familiar? 

the word “vampire” was seldom if ever used, but stories spread of the consumptive dead- the consumed, I guess you could say -rising and stalking the village. often they were said to prey specifically on their own family members. it’s a bit dicey in these accounts whether the villagers believed the vampires spread the disease or it was a vampire instead of the disease

the body of the suspected vampire would be disinterred and examined. if the hair or nails seemed to have grown (a common misconception with fresh corpses, since the scalp and nail beds draw backand make nails and hair look longer) or the mouth was bloody (decomposition. fluids. enough said), the corpse would be staked in the grave. 

or decapitated 

or have a brick stuffed in its mouth

or all three

overkill was very big in rural 19th century New England. but that wasn’t the most gruesome part. often, the vampire’s organs would be cut out and burned on a gravestone or in a forge. the ashes would then be mixed in water and given to a victim to drink

why they kept doing this cure even though it had literally a 0% success rate is beyond me. maybe everyone knew a “friend’s cousin’s sister” it had worked for. maybe chain emails would have been huge in 1860s Vermont. go figure

anyway, the most famous face of the New England Vampire Panic was Mercy Brown, a 19-year-old girl who died of consumption in 1892. shortly thereafter, her ailing brother claimed that Mercy came and sat on his chest, draining the life from him. the obligatory mob dug up her grave, found her corpse well-preserved, and assumed not that being buried in January in Rhode Island had frozen the corpse but that she was a vampire. they gave her brother her heart to drink. her brother still died. this is my shocked face

the press got ahold of some of these stories and regarded them with a curious mixture of classism and Victorian morbidity. these were country people, after all- superstitious yokels with backward beliefs alien to a new age of enlightenment. (can you feel the extreme sarcasm there) 

never mind that the medicine of the time only accepted germ theory near the end of the century and had no more idea what caused TB than a Connecticut farmer burning his neighbor’s liver on an anvil. people have always loved to feel superior to someone

anyway, as for influence on literature, it’s possible. authors get their information from varied sources; I’m sure any vampire lit that existed at the time was fair game for Stoker to read. it’s been suggested that Lucy Westenra is based on Mercy Brown, but honestly I think she’s too common of an archetype to cite any specific inspiration. other people have argued that there hadn’t been time for the newspaper reports to reach Stoker in England when he wrote the book in 1897. one way or another, I guess you could argue that the NEVP influenced him in the sense that all vampire lore did

H.P. Lovecraft references the exhumation of Mercy Brown in his story “The Shunned House” as does Caitlin Kiernan in “So Runs the World Away.” There are also a few movies that draw inspiration from her story, I believe, but I’m not sure which ones they are.


here is an excellent article about it

Under The Weather

Fandom- The Outsiders. (Two-Bit X Reader)

Warnings- Nope. It’s cute.

Note- Requested by anon! Thank you! :) (I used pronouns in this one. :\ )


  You smiled, tossing your head back in laughter. Soda and Steve were trying their damnedest to beat Dallas in an arm wrestling competition. Dallas was feeling extremely playful today, and was even nice to you. You’d arrived at the Curtis house and he held the door open for you. Granted, he probably watched your ass as you passed him, but you’d take what you could get.

  Soda clasped Dallas’ hand in his own and they placed their elbows firmly against the table. Soda licked his top lip and Dally merely blinked. It was tense for a second. You called ‘go’ and they began pressing against each other’s force. It seemed like milliseconds before Soda’s arm was against the table. Dallas grinned and leaned back in his chair victoriously.

  “How are you doing that?!” Soda demanded. At least with Steve he lasted a minute. Steve and Soda seemed weak in comparison to Dally. They looked pissed about it. Dallas grinned mischievously. You’d caught on to what he was doing earlier on. You laughed harder. Soda and Steve seemed to notice and shot you weird looks.

  “What’s goin’ on, Y/n?” Steve asked. You laughed harder then winced. Your stomach had been cringing up at random. It could have been your period, but it was a strange cramp. It felt like sharp pins being pushed through your skin. It was hurting on your lower-right side. You were sure it was nothing. The last time you were actually sick was when you were seven and had the flu. Nothing, not even a cold, had appeared since then. You were going to get through this, just like everything else.

  You looked up at Steve and Soda with a smile on your face. They were both right handed. It was easy for them to arm-wrestle each other. Dallas, however, would be difficult to arm-wrestle fairly. He’s left handed. You laughed softly. You glanced at Dally and he gave you a small nod. You were allowed to tell them.

  “Dallas is left handed. You two are arm-wrestling with your left hands. Your left arms wouldn’t be as strong as your right ones. Dallas’ left arm is dominant, so he’s stronger in that arm. It’s a completely unfair game.” You stated. Soda’s eyebrows knit in confusion and Steve sighed loudly. What idiots.

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It Hurts




Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.7k

Part 2

Originally posted by chaisoo

I felt my eyes sting as I caught a glimpse of him. I had specifically told Youngjae I didn’t want to come to this stupid party. I didn’t want to have to see him, it still hurt too much. I couldn’t stand being in the same room as him because of the pain I felt coming from my chest.

It had been about two months since we had broken up but my heart still had yet to recover. I mean how was I supposed to forget him? We had been together for three years. I never loved anyone as much as I had loved him. Hell I still love him, I don’t think I’ll be able to ever stop loving him.

“I’m going home.” I mumbled to Youngjae, sparing Jaebum another glance.

My breath hitched at meeting his gaze, quickly looking away and leaving. I ignored Youngjae’s calls, cursing him internally at making it more noticeable that I was leaving. I shoved my way out the front door, taking a deep breath once I was outside. I willed myself to not let any tears falls, feeling pathetic for not only crying over him but still being hung up on him. He was the one that forced me to end things with him, he was the one that cheated on me. That must’ve meant that he didn’t love me enough so why should I care about him at all?

“Y/N!” I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at hearing him call after me.

I refused to turn around and face him, knowing that the walls I had built up when he called would come crashing down the moment I looked at his face. I clenched my hands into fist, feeling angry at not just him but at myself for letting him affect me this much.

“What do you want Jaebum?” I asked, proud of myself for keeping the emotion out of my voice.

“I just wanted to know if you were okay…I saw you storm out of the party.”

I let out a bitter laugh, combing my fingers through my hair before finally turning to face him, “No, I’m not okay. You wanna know why?”

“Because I’m in pain Jaebum…it–it hurts so much….and I don’t know what to do…”
I trailed off, finally letting the tears fall.

Jaebum walked closer to me, his face clearly showing how worried he was. He reached out for me, placing his hands on my shoulders, trying to figure out where I was hurt, why I was in pain. He opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it.

“Why am I the only one in pain? Why am I the only one that’s hurting, huh?” I questioned in agony, shoving him off of me.

“Why am I the only one? Did my foolish heart really fall for you that much?”

He simply stood there dumbfounded, his face expressionless. This angered me, seeing him so emotionless. He was always like this, closing himself off when confronted. He was always guarding his emotions, even when we were together it was a rare thing for me to ever see him cry. I think in the three years that we were together I had only seen him cry once.

“Why am I the only one that misses you? Why am I the only one that’s miserable? Why am I hurting more? Why, Jaebum, why?!” I yelled, shoving at his chest angrily, “Tell me why it hurts seeing you smile and laugh without me. Why it feels like my chest is about to cave in on itself every time I see you. I used to feel so elated every time I saw you but now–now I can’t even look at you without feeling like I’m literally about to die. You seem completely fine without me so why, why do I still feel this pain?”

“I feel so pathetic crying over a man that doesn’t love me as much as I thought he did.” I whispered, wiping the tears away.

I turned to walk away from him but stopped when I felt his hand grab my wrist. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, yanking my wrist out of his grip. I turned around to yell at him but stopped short at seeing that his eyes had glossed over.

“If you think I’m fine without you you are sorely mistaken. It physically hurts to see you’re no longer next to me every time I wake up. I can’t breathe properly whenever I see you around. My heart breaks at knowing that this is my fault, knowing that I’m the one that’s causing you so much pain and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He said softly, trying to keep his own tears in, cupping my face in both his hands, “Fuck I’ve missed you so much, I can’t stand it. There’s this constant weight pressing against my chest and I don’t know how to fix it. You’re not the only one hurting because believe me when I tell you it’s killing me. If I could take it all back I would.”

I pulled away from him, pushing at his chest once more. He didn’t budge as I punched at his chest. I hit his chest again, and again, and again.

“I hate you…. I hate you…. I fucking hate you, Im Jaebum.” I sobbed, hitting him one last time before resting my head against his chest, emotionally drained.

“Y/n…I’m sorry…”

“Stop. Stop saying you’re sorry and tell me why.” I pleaded with him, “You promised…you promised that you’d never cheat on me, that you’d never hurt me, that you’d love me until the day you stopped breathing. Was it just a lie? Was our whole relationship meaningless to you?!” I yelled, feeling the anger I felt that day return.

“Y/n…you don’t understand how sorry I am. I know what I did was wrong, it was unforgivable but baby, believe me when I say everything I ever promised you…I meant it. I meant every word.” He pleaded with me, cupping my face in his hands.

I pushed him away from me, “ Then why did you do that to me?! Why did you cheat on me?! With her of all people! She was my best friend Jaebum! I don’t even know how long the two of you were fucking each other before I caught you!”

“So tell me, how long? How long were you both lying to my face?” I questioned, knowing that this was the only chance I had to finally hear the truth.

The day I walked in on the two of them I didn’t give either of them a chance to explain themselves. I didn’t want to hear any excuses they had to offer. I packed up my bags and left that same night, moving in with Youngjae the next morning after spending the night at a motel.

“How long!” I yelled as he took too long to answer me.

He mumbled something I couldn’t quite catch, inhaling shakily before looking me in the eye, “A year and a half.”

I took a step away from him, tears immediately falling at his answer. I shook my head and turned on my heel, ready to walk away from him. Like before he reached out and grabbed my wrist in his hand. And like before I yanked my arm out of his grip, turning around to face him but this time I did something I never thought I’d do.  I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. The sound of the slap would’ve caused me to wince if I was a mere passerby. Jaebum’s head was turned slightly to the right, in the direction I slapped him, his hair falling over his eyes.

“For half of our relationship, half. Did you ever ever love me at all?” I questioned, my voice breaking.

“Was I not good enough for you? Was that it? Did you just grow tired of me?”

“No! You were more than enough for me, you were too much for me, I didn’t deserve you. Y/n, I still love you, I’ll never be able to stop loving you…”

“I can’t believe you Jaebum, not after what you did. I wish I had never met you, I wish that I had never fallen in love with you because it hurts. God, it hurts so much Jaebum and I can’t handle it, it’s too much. The worst thing is that after all this time and after knowing the truth, I still love you.” I sobbed out, wanting to just leave his presence.

“Then–then let’s start over….we can, we can still fix this. fix us.” He pleaded with me, reaching out to place his hands on my shoulders.

I just stood there, too tired emotionally to push him away from me, “There’s nothing to fix Jaebum.”

“Baby please…”

I tried leaving his grip but he just held on tighter. I winced as his grip got a bit too tight, “Jaebum let me go.”

He didn’t listen to me, probably unaware of how tightly he was holding on to me. I tried prying his hands off of me but he was too strong.

“Jae, you’re hurting me.”

“Hyung I think that’s enough.” Youngjae said, steeping in.

I didn’t realize that he had followed us, until this very moment. I didn’t know that he was standing a ways from us this whole time, standing back, waiting for us to talk it out.

He took Jaebum’s hands off my shoulders before wrapping his own around me and bringing me into his chest. I buried my face into his chest, not wanting to be here anymore.

“I think it’s time for you to leave.” Youngjae told Jaebum, his voice firm.

“What? So are you guys a thing now?” Jaebum scoffed out angrily.

Youngjae sighed heavily, “Hyung…,” he paused before continuing, “You’ve had a few drinks, I think you two should have this conversation when you’re completely sober.”

There was a minute of silence before Youngjae swiftly moved me so I was standing behind him. I assumed Jaebum tried to reach for me but Youngjae was obviously not having it. He took a step away from him, holding his hand out in front of him to stop Jaebum from taking a step towards us.

“Hyung, don’t make this more difficult. I will get physical with you if I have to.” Youngjae warned him, before grabbing my hand and leading me away from him.

Medical facts and tips for your writing needs

Okay, guys. Here’s the deal. I have had too many fanfics and other stories just RUINED for me with terrible and painful inaccuracies having to do with basic medical processes and facts… and I just CAN’T anymore. Please, let me help you. PLEASE.

This is way too long, graphic at some points, and really, basically, please send me an ask if you want any basic info on what would happen in a certain situation. 

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vorpalgirl  asked:

Character gets stabbed or shot in a spot "not immediately lethal, BUT CONCERNING" (suggestions for wound location?); she rejects the hospital option, but her buddy has medic training, access to basics like gauze/antiseptics + a shot at getting "proper supplies" within 2-4 hours - what should Buddy be asking for, assuming "anything a person could sneak out of a hospital" (e.g. drugs, tools) is on the table for this otherwise austere treatment - and can Character ultimately survive, do you think?

Hey there @vorpalgirl! Interesting scenario, and pretty common in fiction! 

I’m going to suggest the chest – not in the middle, not right under the clavicle, but maybe a puncture that goes into the lung – as an injury. The reason I say that is that there are both immediate things that can be done in the field by any competent medic, and advanced things that are risky but could very well help. 

So I’ve talked before about a tension pneumothorax, but it’s going to  make a reprisal here. It’s what happens when a lung collapses – the chest wall is punctured, the lung might be bleeding, but air also builds up in the space around the lung, which keeps the lung from inflating. It’s a great piece of drama, and it can be fixed by any idiot medic (coughcough I have done the thing). 

Your medic character will need to acquire: A chest tube tray (with a pigtail), a scalpel, some Betadyne (iodine), some sterile gloves. They will also need, in the moment, a Big Honking Needle (a 14ga IV needle will do) to decompress the chest immediately. As for medications, a prophylactic course of antibiotics (a bottle of pills from a pharmacy would be great, IVs are less ideal but still fairly easy) and – you knew this was coming! – a bottle of ketamine. (Putting in the pigtail is going to hurt, and an injection of ketamine enough to space her out and manage her pain will be quite useful for putting it in.) Alternatives would be some other controlled substance, like midazolam or diazepam, to keep her calm during surgery, or a little fentanyl or morphine to ease the pain. (Ketamine does both sedation and pain control.) 

So let’s walk this through in stages. (I have quite a bit of info coming at some point on the Phases of Injuries in Fiction, but for now we’ll just use them and I’ll explain them later). 

Injury: Your character is stabbed in the chest and immediately starts having real trouble breathing. 

Immediate Treatment: The medic covers the stab wound with a piece of plastic, taped on three sides, which can be “burped” to let air out. If that doesn’t work, they take a needle and poke them to deflate the air built up around the lung. 

Definitive Treatment: This character is getting what’s called a pigtail. A chest tube tray and tubing is what they’ll need, along with a drain to water. (I suggest the Thief character brings a BIG shopping bag, like an IKEA bag, to go visit their friends in the ER with.) They’ll also need a scalpel. And the Medic might want to spend some time on YouTube learning exactly how to put this sucker in. (Basically, there’s a cut made in line with the armpit at the 4th or 5th space between the ribs.) The tube goes in, when air comes out, the tube gets stitched into place, and the end of it goes to drain, which is sealed with water. 

Rocky Road to Recovery: These are the complications. Your character is basically chained to a chest drain. But they also need to be walking as soon as possible. How does this affect their life? What can go wrong? What’s going on in the world that your character can’t do, or has to do differently, because of their current state? 

Big Test: How does this affect your plot? Does your wounded character have to accomplish a big task before they’re ready? (This is really useful for heightening drama, if they have to do something at the story climax while still recovering.) 

New Normal: After about a week the pigtail can come out and the  wound sutured, and in a few weeks they’ll be back to normal. (No airplanes for six weeks after the pigtail comes out.) They should get back to full functioning and lung capacity after this time. 

As for survivability, yes, your character can survive this A-okay-no-problem. 

I hope this helped!!! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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I know I haven’t updated in a while, but we would really appreciate everyone’s good vibes/wishes/thoughts/prayers right now.

Our Scoutie girl is likely headed for an emergency lung surgery this afternoon.

We rushed her to the e-vet last night because she was having difficulty breathing. They admitted her and we discovered that she has fluid in her chest. They drained 200 mL of fluid around 2 am.

We picked her up from the e-vet early this morning and were told to see our primary care vet for a follow-up. Our primary vet suspects it’s a lung lobe torsion. She has been referred to a specialty vet for surgery and treatment going forward.

Additional chest x-rays and ultrasound shows she has more fluid and a mass on her lung. We should have more information this afternoon.

We are beside ourselves with worry.

Behind The Door (Draco x Reader)

Can you please do a Draco x reader where the reader is a Ravenclaw and she has an amazing voice and the school is like putting on a musical and she’s the lead and Draco is forced to go see it and he like falls in love with her as soon as he hears her voice??? And you can take it from there haha

Whoops I went a bit off request with this one… Also I don’t think I clarified that she’s a Ravenclaw (she’s a Ravenclaw)

“A musical? What I’m Merlins name is that?” Draco asked after Dumbledores commencement speech when everyone settled and the meals had been served.

“Some muggle thing I think.” Blaise explained though he was clearly more interested in his dinner set in front of him.

“Muggles?!” Pansy screeched.

“Wait until my father hears about this.” Muttered Draco, while picking at his food. He didn’t really care about the musical, his mind was mostly on other things. Like his assignment, and how he was going to finish it. He glanced Back up from his plate to see Crabbe stuffing his face. “Have you ever heard of something called a fork?” He spat.

“Sheesh, I’m just eating.” He said with his mouth still full.

Draco pushed away his plate and sharply stood up “I’m done.” He muttered and walked away.

“What’s wrong with him?” Asked Blaise finally looking up from his dinner.


“Damn it!” Draco slammed his fist against the cabinet. “I can’t make it work.” He whined.

He put the apple in again and tried once more but he opened the cabinet to find the obnoxious green thing still sitting there.

“Ugh!” He yelled and kicked the cabinet with as much force as he could and it slowly began to tilt. “No, no, no, no!”

It was like it was happening in slow motion. The cabinet tilted over and slowly began to fall. Draco reached for his wand but it was too late. The cabinet collapsed to the ground and broke.

Draco slid to the floor and felt the utter hopelessness of the situation wash over him. He had no idea what to do next, so he gathered up his things and left.

He walked down the hall until he heard something. He paused abruptly and glanced around. He realized what he had heard was music. He followed the sound through the halls and paused before the door it was coming from.

It was a girl, and she was singing, though he couldn’t quite make out the words, it sounded hauntingly sad, and beautiful. It sent chills up his spine as he sat down outside the door and listened.

He closed his eyes and let the music wash over him, fill his chest, and pour out through his fingertips. He thought about the cabinet, and what was to come. He though about his family and home. He thought about how he’ll have to kill his headmaster. He thought about all of that while listening to the girl with the beautiful voice sing her song.

And he cried.


He had finally fixed the wardrobe from when he broke it. Suddenly the world didn’t seem so hopeless.

He walked down the hall with a small smile on his face, but paused when he heard the similar voice coming from down the hall.

He made his way back to the room and heard the same girl singing through the door.

The song was a happier one, he could tell that without even needing to hear the lyrics.

He didn’t want to bother the girl but he wanted to meet her, or see her at least.

He opened the door a sliver and peaked in. He could only see her back, and her (h/c) hair.

He wanted to see more so he leaned in closer. Slowly opened the door more and more until the door let out a horribly loud creaking sound.

She saw her head start to turn around but before he could glimpse at her face he slammed the door quickly and rushed down the hall.

His cheeks reddening with each step he took.


The next time he came back to the room, he was seeking it out. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice coming through the door.

He pressed his ear against it as he worked up the courage to approach this girl.

What would he say? How would she respond? Does she know he’s been listening this whole time? Does she even know who he is?

All of these questions ran through his head as he slowly raised his hand to knock.

“Draco?” Came a high pitched nasally voice from behind him.

He turned around and sighed once he saw who the voice was coming from.

“What do you want Pansy?” He asked while impatiently running his hand through his hair.

“I was just wondering what you were doing. You never used to walk this way.”

He quickly thought up an excuse. “I’ve just switched up my route to the common room.”

“But this way is actually longer.”

“Yeah I figured I needed the exercise.”

She giggled. “Oh Draco, you’re in perfect shape you don’t need to exercise at all.” She flirted while placing her hand on his chest.

Draco continued the draining conversation for a while, and Pansy’s voice was so loud and shrill it drowned out the sound of the music coming from behind the door. So much so that Draco couldn’t even hear the music stop, or the door open. He did hear it shut, and he whipped around once he did. He was still too late. He couldn’t see her face, just her back and she was swiftly getting farther and farther away from him.

“Wait!” He yelled, leaving Pansy completely forgotten and abandoned. “Wait!” But just at that very moment a large crowd of people rushed into the halls.

He pushed his way through the crowd with his usual ‘excuse you’ attitude, but once he reached the end of the hallway,

she was gone.


He sat down in the great hall exasperatedly. “I don’t see why they’re forcing us to come to this. What’s the point? It’s just a stupid muggle show.

Blaise just grunted in agreement.

Draco kept stewing in his displeasure, sinking low in his seat. The lights dimmed “let’s get this over with.” He muttered.

Out stepped a girl with (h/c) hair onto the stage.

He straightened a little, his eyes widening.

She started to sing and the familiar tingles spread up his spine.

He smirked.

“Found you.”

Basics for the Wards: How to Write a Surgery SOAP Note

For most internal medicine and related specialties the SOAP notes will be pretty in-depth. Now, forget most of that for your surgery rotation because they don’t care.

Introductory/summary line: age of patient, lady/gentleman, brief relevant history, post-op day (POD) what for what procedure (ex: 27 yo gentleman who was the unrestrained driver in a MVA and presented with a seatbelt sign and grade IV splenic lac. POD 5 ex lap and splenectomy).

Subjective: How is the patient feeling?
+/- pooped/passed gas/peed/gotten out of bed  (not pooping keeps people in the hospital for days and days)
+/- headache, chest pain, shortness of breath, nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain
Scale of 1 to 10 where is their pain, is it tolerable to them (complete eradication of pain is usually not feasible, but reducing it to a level when the patient can bear it is generally achievable).
What is their diet (NPO, clear liquids, soft, regular) and are they tolerating it

Objective: Vitals- my attendings preferred this order for the last 24 hours or so= temperature current, temperature max, blood pressure range, heart rate range, respiratory rate range, O2 sats range on room air/oxygen rate.

Ins and outs (I&O’s) last 24 hours in 8 hour intervals. My attendings don’t care so much about ins unless TPN is involved, but outs are very important- especially if there are multiple drains (chest tubes, JP, etc). List all drains separately, be sure to include if they are to gravity or suction or clamped, and note the appearance of whatever is draining. If it is just blood, call it sanguinous; if it is blood and fluid, call it serosanguinous; if it is just fluid, call it serous; and if it is black, call it bilious. You will probably get some brownie points if you use those terms right off the bat.

I was on trauma and elective surgery, so mostly they cared about the abdominal physical exam. However, if you are on cardiothoracic or orthopedic surgery, those folks will care more about their specialty. Do a brief complete physical exam every time because that is good patient care, but always be sure to spend a little more time on the area your particular service is most concerned about.
- Head: NCAT (normocephalic, atraumatic), or if their face is beat up, note swelling and/or cuts.
- Lungs: CTAB (clear to auscultation bilaterally), note any chest tubes and the things about them here
- Heart: RRR (regular rate, rhythm), tachycardic/bradycardic if relevant
- Abdomen: NTND (nontender nondistended) or ATTP (appropriately tender to palpation), listen for bowel sounds, note any incisions and drains and the things about them here.
- Extremities: moves all 4 spontaneously, note any cuts, casts, or external fixation devices here.

When you are talking about surgical incisions and dressings you always want them to be CDI (clean, dry, intact). But if the wound is not CDI, note what it looks like- is it erythematous (red), swollen, coming apart, draining anything and what that looks like. Sometimes it is not a good idea for you to undress a wound, in which case try to find whoever changed it or saw it last to see what it looked like, and report on what you saw of the dressing.

Report labs after the physical exam. I found that surgery, unlike internal medicine, will not order a daily CBC and CMP on everyone. That’s ok! Order labs that will help with the management of your patient- not everyone needs a full lab workup every morning.

If any specimens were sent to the lab, summarize any pathology reports or cultures. It is ok to note that a specimen was sent off and the result isn’t back yet.

Relevant imaging (ex: followup chest ray or CT scan).

Assessment: Summary statement again.

Plan: You will look like a rock star if you are actively trying to make plans for your patients. Your two goals are to improve patient care, and get them out of the hospital. So, if the patient is having trouble getting out of bed, consult PT/OT; can you de-escalate their pain medicine from IV to PO; can you advance their diet; what lines can you dc- foley, central, etc; do we need to consult anyone for subacute rehab or other discharge planning needs. The general discharge criteria are that the patient is on oral pain medicine, and can eat/drink/poop/pee/walk on their own. Obviously those are not applicable to every patient, but they are the general goals that indicate a patient is safe to leave the acute hospital setting.

There you have it! Good luck!

L-O-V-E (songfic)

Albert x Reader

Word Count: 1126

Song: L-O-V-E by Frank Sinatra 

Requested by: Koala Anon

“ahh ok so “the way you look tonight” fic was so cute and if you’re not too busy could you do another based off of “L-O-V-E” by Frank Sinatra, but with Albert? 💕 -🐨”

A/N: whoOP! 1. I loved listening to this song (jAzZzZZ WOOO) 2. I loved writing this!1!

A/A/N: Im sorry this took so long by the way. I had huge writers block and i just didnt know what to write. Anyways, here ya’ go koala anon bb <3 Enjoy 


L is for the way you look at me

The first time Albert ever lay eyes on you, he knew right then and there he was whipped.

Your pretty figure, standing directly across the street from him had captivated his vision, and threw him down into a seemingly never ending abyss of love for you. Albert didn’t even know he was capable of feeling such emotions. His every instinct told him to go talk to you, yet he couldn’t find the courage to even take a step closer. His breath had gone, his knees had gone weak and all he could do was stare at the angel that had appeared in front of him.

Then, she noticed.

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Stolen Dance (DrakexMC)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake x MC (Elizabeth)

Words: ~3500

Summary: Elizabeth and Drake spend some memorable moments at one of the Cordonian balls during Liam’s engagement tour…

Note: As I recently promised to @teamdrake27 @mariaharrison (and many others tbh) this time I wrote something lighter and happier than my last fic so we could cure our broken hearts  I hope you’ll enjoy <3

Another day, another party and all those rules to follow…

Dress up, straighten your back, smile widely, politely greet people. Take a glass of champagne, drink only a small sip and don’t look too tired. Smile again, try not to trip while curtsying, compliment the ladies, dance gracefully with charming lords, be radiant. And for god’s sake – smile!

Elizabeth felt so tired with all those things she had to remember… All those rules what do to and when, how to behave, where to go, those moments when she had to rethink her gestures a thousand times before actually perform even one and she was really tired of it… She really hoped that after Liam’s engagement everything will get back to normal, well theoretically at least… But no. Not only was she still blamed for something she hadn’t done but now she was involved in this engagement tour, full of those endless parties again. And even though he hated people surrounding her, even though she hated every minute spent in their presence she had to grit her teeth and pretend like everything was fine.

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anonymous asked:

I have a character who gets shot, in the chest. It does not pierce the heart, it just nicks it, leading to blood filling the pericardium (i probably didn't spell that right) how long would it take for the heart to be too squished to beat? Also if this isn't feasible any suggestion for an alternate wound site? Thank you so much!

Hey there! You’re actually correct: the pericardium can indeed fill with blood after being nicked!

For those unfamiliar with this effect, this is a condition called pericardial tamponade (or cardiac tamponade).  The heart is enclosed in a sac called the pericardium. When fluid – sometimes pus or chyle, but typically blood–builds up in the pericardium, it puts pressure on the heart itself. That pressure eventually overcomes pressures tha the heart is able to generate on its own, and the heart stops being able to get blood out into the circulatory system (and especially over to the lungs for oxygenation).

Here’s a visual, courtesy of :

The rate at which blood builds up in the pericardium is dependent on the rate of the bleed.

Note that this is actually more likely if the shot hits not just the pericardium  but the ventricle itself. The ventricle, especially the left, can sustain a GSW and bleed into the sac. You need a source for the bleeding. What you don’t want is for the wound to penetrate into the actual ventricle; you want the muscle wall to be nicked, not completely perforated.

I would give your character some time, but not a huge amount. A pericardial tamponade due to trauma should really be dealt with inside of half an hour, and survival beyond one hour is extremely limited.

So long story short, dearest nonny, your situation is realistic, and it’s a surgical emergency.

This character needs a trauma center, and they need it right now. Someone has to crack open this chest, put in a drain (a pericardial window, basically a flap cut in the pericardium to let it drain), and suture the ventricle shut.

The character can live or die, it’s up to you!

Best of luck with your tale.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Essays in Existentialism: Arkers II

modern clexa au: basically, clarke gets tired of the world asking her if she’s dating lexa so she announces the truth. lexa is more than pleased with this turn of events. [part 2 of this]

Previously on Arkers

“Never again,” Clarke groaned from the mat on the ground. “How did you convince me to do this?” 

“Pout,” Lexa explained through gritted teeth as she continued the exercises. “You’re a sucker for it.” 

“Never again.” 

“Really? Not even if I beg?” 

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The Chupacabra 

Literally “goat-sucker”; is a legendary creature in the folklore of parts of the Americas, with its first purported sightings reported in Puerto Rico. The name comes from the animal’s reported habit of attacking and drinking the blood of livestock, especially goats.

The first reported attacks occurred in March 1995 in Puerto Rico. In this attack, eight sheep were discovered dead, each with three puncture wounds in the chest area and completely drained of blood. A few months later, in August, an eyewitness, Madelyne Tolentino, reported seeing the creature in the Puerto Rican town of Canóvanas, when as many as 150 farm animals and pets were reportedly killed.

Happy metal spine day to me 🎵
I was in surgery for 10 hours, in recovery for 6 before my parents could see me, I can’t remember the first 2 days post op at all because I had a reaction to morphine and spent them unconscious. 5 days post op I was rushed back to intensive care with a collapsed lung and a hydro-pneumothorax (a collection of blood and fluid), had a 3rd chest drain put in (they took the other 2 out too early) whilst I was awake and a tube up my nose to suction mucus out of my chest. They drained out 1.5litres of shit from my lung and I ended up with hospital acquired pneumonia. I genuinely felt like I’d been hit by a train. Everything hurt. I was sore and stiff and felt ill and emotional and my body wasn’t working properly.
I couldn’t eat anything because I was on antibiotics and everything tasted disgusting. I didn’t eat much for a month and narrowly escaped a feeding tube.
Lost 2 stone in weight.
Sitting hurt, walking hurt, I was unsteady on my feet, I couldn’t breathe or cough or do anything I wanted to do. My heart rate hit 160bpm whenever I tried to get out of bed.
I collapsed at my nanna’s funeral when I came out of hospital. She visited me the day before I was released and I was high on meds and feeling very sick and I didn’t appreciate the time I had with her. I came out on November 25th and she died just over a month later, on new years eve.
I went to her funeral as my first time outside and collapsed coming out and had to be carried to a bench in the rain.

But now a year later I’m doing so well in comparison. My lung is still monitored because it collapsed again in February and now it makes clicking and squeaking noises sometimes when I breathe because there’s a small hole in it but nothing I’ll require more surgery for.
I’m still quite unsteady when walking unaided and I get tired easily but I can go on small walks now and get around more easily..
But I’m doing well and I’m really proud of myself.
This was a ramble but .. my life changed a year ago. And I’m allowed to ramble about that.

Blood – Kim Wonshik

Pairing: Ravi x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 314 words

Drabble request: Not sure if this is where I’m suppose to put them, but I really like your work! Can I request some vampire!au fluff/smut?? with Ravi in which he gets a lil embarrassed from drinking blood during sex? “What? I like your shoulders.” “Say that again you little shit.” Thank you! I hope you have a good day

“What? I like your shoulders” and “Say that again you little shit”

Just a side note, Ravi is daddy as fuck (even though Hongbin’s my bias lol) hope you enjoy and I hope this made sense ( @storiesingold )

“You’re such a pussy.”


“You’re such a pussy, Y/N.” He repeated, a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face.

“Say that again you little shit.”

“You’re a pussy. You don’t have the guts to take control.” That lead to yours and Wonski’s bodies were flushed together, your hands on his chest and his hands on your waist as he guided you up and down on his cock, moans echoing throughout the room. “Fuck baby, please…c-can I drink f-from you?” he groaned out, slightly embarrassed by asking, but looking at you for permission, which you have gave as you muttered out a “yes”.

He moved closer to you and you gasped as Wonshik’s sharp teeth pierced your delicate skin on your shoulder. He looked at the blood dripping down your neck, groaning when the smell hit his nose, bringing his tongue to lick up the blood and then wrapping his lips around the two small cuts in your skin. A groan left your mouth as a flicker of pain rushed through you, quickly subsiding into pleasure. “Fuck Wonshik…” you moaned as started rocking your hips against him, making it easier for him to drink.

He moaned onto your skin, swiping his tongue over the two cuts, making them close up before growling slightly and pushing you down onto the bed, not wasting a single second before he was pounding into you roughly. Your mouth opened but no sound came out, pleasure rushing through all of your body.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to flood through you, Wonshik following a few moments after with a low groan, falling onto you. “Babe…” you pushed his chest weakly, being drained from the feeding and the sex. “Ah, sorry.” He pushed himself off of you, laying down beside you. “My shoulder…?”

“What? I like your shoulders.” You laughed a little as he wrapped his arms around you.

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5.5 Recap

This is for @seven-dragons since she did the same for me when I was in purgatory at my mom’s house out of town and did not have an Internet connection. In case the title does not make it obvious, this post is full of *SPOILERS*

The show starts off with Ethan Young, a Jehovah’s Witness knocking on doors, or ‘witnessing.’  Apparently, the hatred of having random people knock on your door in the middle of the day is universal.  He keeps getting the door slammed in his face, which lets us see he has a bit of a temper. He runs into the victim and it is obvious they had planned to meet about something, but the victim tells him to come back later (he’s angry too).  Some people, who turn out to be the victim’s niece and her husband stop by the house and find Ethan, covered in blood and kneeling over the victim’s body.

*Roll credits and awesome DBM theme song*

Lucien joins Charlie in the victim’s work shed. The victim’s name is Vern, and he is a retired carpenter who was stabbed repeatedly…as acted out by Lucien.

Back at the Police Station, Charlie and Lucien interview Ethan. Ethan tells them Vern was still breathing when he got there, and insists he tried to find something to stop the bleeding. When asked why he was looking all creepy and kneeling over Vern’s body when the niece found him, he tells them he was praying for Vern because he had not been able to convert him.  He did tell a little lie during the interview, but it’s really not that important.  I did learn more about the Jehovah’s Witnesses during this interview than I have ever learned before, so that’s something. This show is so educational. 

Funny Scene - Alice is not in the morgue when Lucien gets there, so he starts without her.  Alice is NOT happy. She actually seems wounded that he started his talking to the dead body bit and didn’t wait for her. Anyway, they find a weird fragment in one of the wounds.  Lucien makes sure it is okay with Alice if he brings it home to test it, which is kind of sweet. 

*Going to pick this up a bit or this will take forever*

Charlie and Lucien go to the niece’s house, where the main takeaway is that her husband is a hot tempered jerk.  

Back at the police station, Ethan’s mother is having a meltdown. Her friend and ride to the station, a guy named Percy, tells Lawson that he worked with Vern. He also tells Lawson that Ethan is his apprentice. Ethan’s mother, who needs a serious intervention about her overuse of rollers for her bangs - is scaring the crap out of poor Ned. Important takeaway, Ethan’s mother is a bit on the high strung/pain in the ass side. She is not happy they are keeping her son locked up and insists on spending the night in the corridor.

Lucien visits Ethan in the cells to make sure he is okay. I love these scenes, where Lucien shows compassion to people who probably have not received much in their lives.  Charlie interrupts them to say that Lucien “better come quick” because he is needed at home.

HUUUUH? What happened?

Jean burned her arm because she thought she saw someone outside….a hot potato accident.  Lucien is concerned about her seeing this someone, but she just shakes her head and says she was not sure anyone was there. We get to see Lucien bandaging her arm, and Lucien apologizes and acknowledges that the divorce and the business with the church must be weighing heavily on her mind. Jean seems touched that he has noticed, but insists she’s fine and he needs to go back to work.

Lucien and Charlie are back at the scene of the crime to see if the killer could have murdered Vern and escaped in three minutes. The important thing about this scene is that Lucien has rubbed off on Charlie, who is now acting out the crime scenes too. Oh, the murderer could have killed Vern and escaped in time. Also, there are some discrepancies which leads them to believe that the killer looked for something that was hidden in the work shop. They do find a bag from a bakery and over 2000 pounds hidden all over the place. 

This leads them to a secret gambling ring, which is this week’s red herring.  It seems like Vern was murdered because everyone thought he was cheating them out of money.  The big thing we learn is that gambling brings out the worst in people and the niece’s husband is still a big jerk. The most important thing we learn is that Lawson’s dad was a gambler and he was not much fun to live with as a boy.

Rose drops by the house and Jean’s spidey senses tell her that something is on Rose’s mind. Turns out Rose thinks she is pregnant with Charlie’s baby - it’s ultimately a false alarm.  Rose isn’t exactly excited about something ruining her career.  The BIG REVEAL - Jean was pregnant at 19 before she married Christopher.  She had a miscarriage and it was a girl.  She never told anyone else and felt her miscarriage was her punishment for their transgression against God. Will she tell Lucien at some point?????

Charlie gets hit with a tool box by the niece’s jerk husband, but the husband runs into Lucien who pushes him down like he is a feather lite bowling pin.  I’m skipping over a bunch of gambling stuff.  

Jean and Lucien are back in the lab and Jean is being all sciency again! I love how Lucien is teaching her all this lab stuff. They identify the fragment that was found in Vern’s neck as copper.

Uh Oh, Jean is talking to Father Emery again.  Jean tells him the whole history of the Mei Lin ordeal and Father Emery seems to sympathize with their situation, but stands firm on the position of the church. Jean tells him she needs to hear him say it. He tells her she has to choose between Lucien and the church.  When Jean says she doesn’t think she can make that choice, he tells her to ask God for guidance.  Greeeaaaat. Thanks for the help Father!  Actually, he does seem sad that Jean is in this position, but he kinda works for a company that has really strict policies, so his hands are tied. 

Charlie and Lucien search Vern’s house again.  They find a lot of things that lead them nowhere, but Lucien works out that Vern was illiterate (comes into play later).  They also find a secret savings account for his niece.

Back to Ethan’s mom’s house. I was hoping they were interrupting the Rollers in the bangs intervention, but the people were just Jehovah’s Witnesses. 

She tells them Ethan is working, which leads them to find him impaled and bleeding.  Lucien has to assist in surgery, and uses saline instead of giving him a blood transfusion due to Ethan’s religious beliefs.  I was surprised and a little impressed that a man who seems to have such little respect for religion, would still respect another’s beliefs so much. That’s our Lucien though. We also get to see Lucien in scrubs as a bonus.

Cute scene where Lawson helps out the niece. They thought she was skipping town, but she was actually running away from her jerk husband. Lawson, who understands what it’s like to live with a compulsive gambler, basically tells her to leave town while her hubby is locked up.  He also gives her the bank account info so she has money for her and her kids.

Jean drinks Lucien’s whiskey again. And, Lucien kisses jean before leaving.

FINALLY! The scene we have been waiting for happens with 10 minutes left in the show. Lucien finds a patent for an electric drill that would have made Vern very rich. Percy shows up and Lucien does his big reveal about Percy being jealous. Percy thought he should be included on the patent too. Ethan told Percy he was helping Vern with he paperwork for the drill, which is why Percy tried to kill Ethan.  He needed him out of the way.  It’s just like the other episodes, where Lucien explains the mystery to the murderer. Buuuut, unlike the other times, there are no police officers waiting in the wings. Oops. Percy stabs Lucien, but Lucien bashes Percy over the head even after he was stabbed. Bravo Lucien.  Lucien has to use his own pen as a chest tube to release the pressure of a tension pneumothorax. Just before blacking out, he sees the silhouette of a man in the doorway. First Jean, now Lucien.  Munro perhaps?

Although I was really hoping we would see Jean find out about Lucien getting stabbed and see her all worried before he regained consciousness, the bedside scenes were very nice and intimate.  When Lucien wakes up, he says, “Ah, Ive missed dinner haven’t I?” The best was Alice though. She was soooo excited about Lucien using his own pen as a chest draining tube and wants to ask a bunch of questions after he wakes up. The look Jean gives her is priceless.

Also, as Charlie is walking out, Lucien says goodnight. Charlie calls him boss. His reply is “Night boss.” Ha

Just when you think that Lucien is about to drop some serious bad news (music and all) after he tells Jean there is something he needs to tell her, he just says he is a throughly bad patient. They giggle and then Jean basically tells him he needs to be more careful, that she almost lost him that night. He basically says he will be more careful by replying, “Understood.”  I am a thousand percent certain that he will not change at all.

All in all, this was another wonderful episode!

The End. Thank god. 

A Super Help (Fem!Reader)

@jackie-sugarskull This prompt moved me so much. I don’t think my heart can take this any longer. The Captain interacting with children is my absolute favorite thing ever.

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There! That should be the last of them!”

The Captain clapped his hands together, brushing off the dirt. Your ten year old daughter and her little brother watched in awe as the superhero helped load the last cage onto the animal control van

“Who knew gophers could grow that BIG!!!” Your daughter threw her arms up in wild emphasis, while your five year old son began to play pretend, growling as if he too were a rabid gopher.

“Thank you so much, Captain! You really saved the day!” You eagerly threw your arms around the trouser-less wonder.

Haha! It was no trouble at all, Ms. Y/n!!!” The Captain beamed, tightly wrapping his arms around you in return. “Trapping them was easy once we found out they were magnetic mutant gophers! Just open the hatch to the metal cage and they zip right in!”

The gophers snarled and rattled in the van, stuck to the sides of their metal cages. The Captain released you, and your two children came running to cling to your legs.

The Animal Control workers slammed the van shut, and soon they were driving off, taking the reactive rodents far, far away from you and your children.

Captain Underpants let out a proud exhale, placing his fists on his hips.

“Well, it was a pleasure seeing you all again.” He said tenderly, playfully tousling your son’s hair.

“Huh? No, don’t go yet!” He reached up to grasp at the Captain’s cape.

“Yeah!” Your daughter piped. “Can’t you stay just a little longer, Captain Underpants?”

He could swear his heart was ready to shatter to pieces. He bent down to their height and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I really wish I could but I’ve done my duty, young ones. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He brought your children in for a warm embrace.

You couldn’t bear to see your son and daughter in such disarray. It isn’t every day their favorite superhero comes for a visit. Actually this was only the third time they had ever seen him in person. Apparently he had saved their school on more than one occasion.

One of those occasions being in the middle of your class when the school was being overtook by an invasion of stink-spewing skunk cabbage creatures thanks to the work of a new garden-themed villain.Three of the creatures had you entangled in their vines, forcing you to inhale their toxic fumes.

That is, until Captain Underpants swooped in, tearing you from their creeping foliage and whisking you, along with the rest of the school to safety.

The other time was when a dastardly fiend attempted to swarm the school with hundreds of tiny android insects, which you had to admit was pretty cool at first. They were actually pretty cute, and the kids loved playing with them, especially your two.

But when you saw that vile man attempt to attack your son when he accidentally crushed one under his sneaker, that’s when you drew the line. Your daughter tried to step between, arms outstretched to defend her little brother, but to you horror she had taken a swift kick to the side, knocking her clean to the floor.

But before you could react, that brief-clad hero quickly intervened, scooping up your daughter and son in one arm, then delivering the evildoer a swift uppercut to the jaw.

You gazed in awe at the strange bald hero as he clobbered the villain to the ground, then gently lowered your children into your arms.

“Take care of them. I’ll have an ambulance on the way for your daughter, Miss Y/n.” He said to you before returning to finish off the creepy-crawly creep.

You held your children close. “Th-Thank you, Captain… Wait! How did you know my-….”

But it was too late. He and the villain were gone, and the mechanical bugs were all scurrying out of the building. And in an almost second, an ambulance siren wailed around the corner of the elementary school for your daughter and whomever else was in need of assistance.

So you did technically owe him three times for his valiant efforts.

You tapped at your chin.

“You know, I was planning on baking a pie tonight.” You grinned amusingly.

It was almost as if you had revealed the Holy Grail.

PIE?!” Your children exclaimed with stars in their eyes.

You nodded contently. “Mm-hm. It would be a shame if you couldn’t join us for a slice.” You flashed a playful wink at the Captain.

“Oh…? Well, I do believe it would be rather rude of me not to partake, now wouldn’t it?”

The Captain passed the wink to the kids who in turn, clung to the hero in delight.

You couldn’t help but laugh as the waistband wonder soared into the sky, twirling your two children in his arms.

“Alright, you three!!!” You shouted up to the sky. “Come on inside and I’ll start making the crust!”

“I wanna put the filling in!!!” Your daughter exclaimed.

“I just wanna lick the spoon after!” Your son giggled.

“Alrighty then! To… YOUR KITCHEN!!!

And with that being said, the Captain swooped down with your children, racing into the house while you happily sauntered behind.


“Mmf-… Thiff if a luffly place you haff here, Miff Y/n!” The Captain attempted to speak through a mouthful of your favorite pie.

“Thank you, Captain. It’s an old place, but I think we spruced it up rather nicely, the three of us.” You replied, sitting down on your sofa next to him with your own plate.

“Captain Underpants, look!!! I like superheros too!!!” You smiled as your son came running into the living room with an armful of crayon drawings, haphazardly spreading them on the floor in a personal gallery for the Captain to view.

The Captain’s eyes lit up. He swallowed and leaned forward to get a closer look.

“Wow, son! Those are amazing! Is this you?” He picked up a drawing of a boy in a bright green cape flying and saving a cat from a burning building.

Your son pumped his arms excitedly. “Yeah!!! When I grow up, I wanna be a superhero just like you, Captain!!!”

Meanwhile your daughter sat in the back corner in the recliner, scribbling away in her writing notebook.

“I’m sorry bro, but you’re gonna need superpowers for that to happen.” She scoffed.

“Superpowers?! HA!!!“ The Captain set down his plate on the coffee table. “They do help quite a bit, but you don’t need superpowers to be a hero! Why when I first became Captain Underpants, I didn’t even have powers!”

REALLY?!” Your son put his hands on the Captain’s knee, his mouth open in shock.

“Mm-hm! But I knew deep down in my heart I wanted to do something good for the world.” He reached under your son’s arms and plopped him down on his knee. “If you really want to be a superhero, you need to ask yourself one thing and one thing only: …. Do you want to do something good for the world?”

YEAH!!!” Proclaimed your son, pumping his fists in the air once more.

“Then, my boy, you CAN be a hero!!!!” The Captain lifted your little boy in his arms, holding him high above his head.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing your son so overjoyed. You knew he was going to remember this moment for a lifetime. Even your daughter was enthralled in the excitement. It almost felt like the moment could last forever.

“Well, I am sorry to say this, but I think I need to be heading home.” The Captain glanced out the window, noticing the sun was just about to set for the day.

“Aw, really?!?!” Your children moaned as he lowered your son back to the floor.

“It is getting rather late. You two need to be getting ready for bed!” You felt like a sword was being driven through your chest watching the happiness drain from your children’s faces, but you knew it had to happen eventually.

“Can you come back tomorrow, Captain?” Your son asked, tugging slightly at his cape. You reached down and scooped him up in your arms.

“Honey, Captain Underpants has to keep an eye out and protect the city. That’s his job! He’s got to make sure no weird robot gophers come back to take over Piqua!” You bounced him in your arms, making him giggle. You turned back to the Captain.

“But please, don’t be a stranger, will you?” You smiled graciously.

“Only if there’s more of that delicious pie!” He winked, then turned to your daughter who was back in her chair, still writing away.

“You’ve been rather quiet back there, Little Lady. What are you working on?” He asked.

Your daughter quickly folded her notebook shut and pointed to the cover.

“I’ve been writing about all the times you saved us! I never want to forget them!!!” She beamed proudly.

The Captain chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Be sure to keep those safe and sound. And who knows? Maybe someday you’ll become Piqua’s next ace reporter!”

A wide, toothy smile spread across your daughter’s face. And with a leap off her chair and a tight hug goodbye to the Captain, she bolted up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Thank you, Captain Underpants!!! I won’t let you down!!!” She yelled as she darted into her room.

You and the Captain shared a laugh as you lead him towards the door.

“Will you be safe heading home, Captain? Er-… I mean I know you’re a superhero, but it is getting dark and I-…. Ugh, I’m a mother, what do you expect?” You shook your head, wanting to kicking yourself.

“Not a problem, Miss Y/n! I appreciate the concern!” The Captain wrapped his arms around you and your son one last time. “Thank you for such a wonderful time!”

You nodded. “Yes, please do come again! I’m sure the kids would love seeing their favorite superhero again someday.” You gave a small kiss to the side of your son’s head.

The Captain saluted and clicked his heels. “You have my word!!! And now I must bid thee, farewell and goodnight!!!”

And with a bend of his knees, the Captain soared high in air. A triumphant “Tra-la-laa!!!” echoed through the evening sky as he zoomed off into the night.

Your son let out a long, heavy yawn, which contagiously made you yawn in return.

“Let’s get you up to bed, then, shall we?” You cooed, taking him back inside.

The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes. “Mommy, do you really think I can be a superhero like Captain Underpants?”

You smiled, bringing him close in your arms.

“Yes. Yes, I do, sweetheart.”


Castiel x Reader

A/N: I honestly don’t know what this could even be considered, but I kinda like it.

Warnings: mention of anorexia, mention of character deaths

Word count: 301

Originally posted by soluscheese

Baby’s rubber wheels smoothly rolled across the cracked, abandoned road, the sun shining down on the sleek black hood and reflecting off of her shining silver rims. The windows were rolled down, the wind causing everybody’s hair to flap vigorously as you gradually neared closer to your destination. A mixtape of Led Zeppelin with a little bit of AC/DC played through the decades old speakers, the two brothers recalling of time where their lives were simpler, where demons and angels didn’t take their frustration out on innocent humans, where they could save people, hunt things, keep the family business alive.

Castiel sat in the backseat along with you, his head bowed to his lap in peace, happier now that he had a loyal wife and two brothers that would do anything for him. Through the years he had been through many traumatic events, from becoming human and dying more than once, but he there was nothing he feared worse than continuing on with life after his loved ones die; he’d do anything to avoid it, he’s proved that more times than he wished.

Fingers laced with your husband’s your eyes were closed shut with tranquillity, a calm and nonthreatening look on your face unlike the ones you wear on the battlefield. It was only a couple of years ago where you were lying in a hospital bed, your arms were skeletal and your ribs were prominent in your chest, the colour drained from your face as you stared at the ceiling, wishing you were dead.

If anybody knew about flaws, it was the four of you, but you made it. You were alive, and though you didn’t live the life you wanted, you had a family that you loved more than anything you could imagine, and that’s all that matters, right?

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Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Unnamed Demon

Prompt: Day Twenty-seven, a song that breaks your heart

Words: 753

Warnings: Angst, character death, mentions of torture and hell

A/N: Get your tissues ready? 

~Series Masterlist~

Originally posted by supernatural-addiction-hotline

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