holding the human heart

One of the new professors at my school started a knitting club and will teach anyone who wants to learn but right now I’m the only other person in this entire school who knows how to knit. 

So now I have all these baby knitters wandering up to me in the hallways and between class and in the lab, wanting me to check their stitches and tension and wanting reassurance. 

Which is adorable but maybe not when I am literally holding a human heart in my hand? 

anonymous asked:

hi!!! I just wanted to ask if you know any fanfic where Yuuri or Viktor are doctors?? btw I LOVE your blog!

Hi! Thank you for this request! I LOVE this AU! Let me know if I missed any!


Doctor/Nurse AU


oxytocin and serotonin by half_n_half, Not Rated, 10k (WIP)
Yuuri loves being a surgeon. He understands that the hours are long and the immense responsibility that comes with holding a human heart in your hands is nearly crippling, but something makes it all worth it. Little did he know, the years put into medical school would wield something greater than adrenalin.
Victor Nikiforov. WOW! Amazing so far!

Stretch by cosmonaut_field, Teen, 19k (WIP)
Competitive figure skater Viktor Nikiforov injures himself on vacation right after winning another gold medal and is in need of a physical therapist. Enter the quiet Dr. Katsuki. Great fic!

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 9.7k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances. SO GOOD OMFG I LOVE THIS FIC

Paging Dr. Katsuki by katsudon_s
Night shifts are never particularly fun for Yuuri, but a certain patient might be able to change that. Omg I love this so far!

got me weak in the knees (doctor, please) by wartransmission, Gen, 9.9k
For as long as he’s known himself, Viktor Nikiforov has never been the type for gossip.That being said, it was a surprising thing that he got intrigued at all by their resident physician. Very cute!

shaky when i came to be by apollothyme, Gen, 4.3k
He goes for another triple axel just as his breath is about to run out again, only this time something is wrong. He knows it as soon as he jumps into the air, but by then there’s nothing he can do. AU where Victor became a doctor instead of going into figure skating and Yuuri is a lucky patient. LOVE!

it must be the caffeine by cyanoscarlet, Gen, 1.5k
“If it’s any consolation, I only got hot water from this thing,” Victor admits, tapping a hand over the button for the 3-in-1 coffee. “It cost a quarter, too.”
Katsuki lets out a sound between a snort and a laugh. “Wow, that sucks, Doc.” Let it be known that The Doctor Is In (Love). Thumbs up!

Chemistry of a Car Crash by super_queer, Not Rated, 6.5k (Omegaverse)
Katsuki Yuuri gets into a car accident and the doctor caring for him is Viktor Nikiforov. Features fluff, and a Viktor that doesn’t know how to ice skate. I haven’t read this, but it was rec’d to me by a follower!

2

“Three years ago,” he said quietly, “I began to have these… dreams. At first they were glimpses, as if i were staring through someone else’s eyes. A crackling hearth in a dark home. A bale of hay in a barn. A warren of rabbits. The images were foggy, like looking through cloudy glass. They were brief — a flash here and there, every few months. I thought nothing of them, until one of the images was of a hand… This beautiful human hand. Holding a brush. Painting — flowers on a table.”

My heart stopped beating.

“At that time, I pushed a thought back. Of the night sky — of the image that brought me joy when I needed it most. Open night sky, stars, and the moon. I didn’t know if it was received, but I tried, anyway.”

4

The last 4 years: when I didn’t love myself, at my lowest points, my highest points, through the tears, the anxiety attacks, the laughs, when I wanted to give up. He’s always been there. He’s always picked me up. Held down. Loved me through it all. I can’t say how much I love this man enough. He’s my heart in human form. I love you always, babe. Happy anniversary. 😍 @hennywap

HFY Short Story- World War Xen

The task force arrived within a week of our request, a swift response, and we took this as a sign of hope.

They took one look at our home world, at live infected subjects wandering the streets, screaming out for blood and [untranslatable], at infected mercenaries of a dozen species, and they declared it all lost. There was an immediate blockade, a quarantine, and the Council’s initial promises turned to empty rhetoric. Of course they would help, in time, when this was more understood, they explained. It was unethical to ask other species to fight such an enemy, to risk contamination by a disease which had been shown to cross the species barrier with inexplicable ease, and which could be spread with as little as a bite or scratch. They took their armoured shock troops, their carriers and their aid, and they used it all to lock us into what was now our prison. All this to watch us die, and of course to save themselves.

I couldn’t blame them. Not really, even if I raged at the time. Who would come to fight such madness, to risk being turned into a mindless dead thing, to perhaps even be forced to kill others who had been turned before them? Not I, nor any I knew.

In which some humans risk their lives to save a planet, and only ask for a six pack in return.

The truth is the world is wrong,
And society is turned upside down. And what you’ve been taught as a child is not always true.
Because human hearts hold more scars and damage than the skin ever could,
And brains and souls bury secrets unimaginable to any one else.
Because hospitals hold more Prayers than a church,
And more “I love you"s than any other place.
Because the darkest places can hold the most light,
And the ugliest and cruelest places can be the most beautiful.
Because the most damaged people can shine brighter than the happiest.
Because the world is not how you think it is, it’s not all smiles and its not the stereotypes we put on it,
It’s dark,
it’s powerful,
and it’s real.
—  A.P
2

He put his head against Magnus’s shoulder and let Magnus hold him. Magnus’s heart didn’t beat like human hearts did. It was slower, but steady. Sometimes Alec thought it was the steadiest thing in his life. “Kiss me,” Alec said.
Magnus put his hand to the side of Alec’s face and gently, almost absently, ran his thumb along Alec’s cheekbone. When he bent to kiss him, he smelled like sandalwood.

RHYSAND MOMENT 1#

When Rhys …KSKJDNASJBFEUHT *can’t breathe*

“Three years ago,” he said quietly, “I began to have these…dreams. At first, they were glimpses, as if I were staring through someone else’s eyes. A cracking hearth in a dark home. A bale of hay in a barn. A warren of rabbits. The images were foggy, like looking through cloudy glass. They were brief - a flash here and there, every few months. I thought nothing of them, until one of the images was a hand…This beautiful, human hand. Holding a brush. Painting - flowers on a table.”

My heart stopped beating.”  (so did my brain and life. don’t worry Feyre)

A loving reminder to anyone reading this and especially my Portland people or people in similarly hot cities:

Today is 101 degrees. People are once again going to start dying of exposure, this time of heat exposure, sun stroke, dehydration, and a host of other completely avoidable complications.

Please hold compassion in your heart for those in our human family who are not fortunate enough to have safe cool spaces with clean water or hygiene facilities to retreat to. I 100% promise you that their goal is to survive, they are not trying to hurt you, as scary as you may find them and as foreign as their lives may be to you.

If you can afford to carry extra water bottles with you, wipes, sanitiser, or treat someone to a cool treat or access to a rest room, what you are doing is HUGE. If you can offer them access to trash to help them keep the few spaces they have cleaner, that is HUGE.

People are going to die this summer but we can minimise the impact of the heat and the city’s indifference if we remember that we are family. your life is as precious to me as mine is.

We are all we have.

Yvonne Strahovski and Bruce Miller attend Hulu’s 2017 Emmy After Party - September 17, 2017.

Bruce Millers ‘Astonishing’ Scarf Knitting Viking… practicing holding her award for next year.

Ishim, to Cas : So now… I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna cure you from your human weakness. Sam way I cured my own.

Ishim : By cutting it out.

Ishim : *attacks Dean*

…Okay. Okay, hold on : the angel obsessed with a female human, angel who “had his heart broken” and tried to get rid of his feelings by breaking this same human’s heart in turn… This same angel talks about “curing Castiel’s human weakness”, in a direct parallel with himself, by killing Dean?

“I loved you”, Ishim said to Lily. I loved you.

“I’m gonna cure you from your human weakness”, he says to Cas. “Same way I cured my own.”

And then, he attacks Dean ?

Wow. Wow.

Doctor/Nurse AU Masterlist

All for you by Soulsong26

Summary:  After his grandma dies, Yuuri get attached to a nurse assistant named Viktor and becomes a nurse in hopes to see Viktor again.

Art of Medicine, Art of Humanity byFaramirsBlessing

Summary:  Little Yuri gets himself injured and in the emergency room and is under the care of nurse Yuuri Katsuki and Dr. Viktor Nikiforov.

Butt Stuff by Plumpie

Summary:  AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

Chemistry of a Car Crash by super_queer

Summary:  Katsuki Yuuri gets into a car accident and the doctor caring for him is Viktor Nikiforov. Features fluff, and a Viktor that doesn’t know how to ice skate.

(TW) Enthrall by poppysicle

Summary:  No one knew something was wrong with him. No one cared to even ask the competitive figure skater. Not until it lead to him laying in the bed of a hospital room, feeling absolute regret that what he did couldn’t be finished. But maybe it was for the best, Victor doesn’t know that yet.

Fight me? by theaceangel

Summary:  Yuri pretty much sucks at flirting. It’s a good thing the hot nurse doesn’t mind.

Glasshouse by Potato_man

Summary:  AU where Yuuri is a doctor and has no knowledge in skating whatsoever.

Hi, Screw Me? by queeravocado

Summary:  Victor Nikiforov is New York’s acclaimed doctor, nationally famous for his work. He gets a call one day to fill in for Dr. Yakov Feltsman, the main doctor who’s out sick for the day. Victor’s not too happy to be working on his day off, but when he gets to the office he happens to meet Yuuri Katsuki, an overseas fashion designer from Japan and a professor at FIT(Fashion Institute of Technology.) Not to mention he’s hot as fuck and those glasses are driving him insane, so when Victor messes up his words and says the wrong thing while giving him a check-up, will everything turn out all right for him?

it must be the caffeine by cyanoscarlet

Summary: “If it’s any consolation, I only got hot water from this thing,” Viktor admits, tapping a hand over the button for the 3-in-1 coffee. “It cost a quarter, too.”Katsuki lets out a sound between a snort and a laugh. “Wow, that sucks, Doc.”Let it be known that The Doctor Is In (Love).

Paging Dr. Katsuki by katsudon_s

Summary:  Night shifts are never particularly fun for Yuuri, but a certain patient might be able to change that.

oxytocin and serotonin by half_n_half

Summary: Yuuri loves being a surgeon.He understands that the hours are long and the immense responsibility that comes with holding a human heart in your hands is nearly crippling, but something makes it all worth it.Little did he know, the years put into medical school would wield something greater than adrenalin.Victor Nikiforov.

The Remains of War by mooseholmes

Summary:  Yuuri Katsuki is left alone after his family and home are destroyed in Hiroshima. His road to recovery is long and arduous, but with the help of nurse Victor Nikiforov and other survivors he meets along the way, he finds that he isn’t really alone after all.

seven months by doubletan

Summary:After Yuuri’s crippling loss in the 2015’s Grand Prix Finals, he decided to retire from his ice skating career and finish up his nursing degree. Now, he and Phichit works at Tokyo National Hospital as he tries his best to live a new life, even when his past failures continue to haunt him.However, at the World Figure Skating Championships 2016, ice skating legend Victor Nikiforov was found vomiting flowers onto the ice right before his performance. Contracted with Hanahaki, Victor was immediately sent to Tokyo National Hospital, and placed under the care of both Yuuri and Phichit.As his nurse, Yuuri attempts to maintain a professional relationship with Victor, but his presence causes Yuuri to constantly question his decision to retire as Victor tries to relight his passion for ice skating once again. What was more troubling, was why Victor’s friends, even Victor himself, refuses to contact Victor’s love or tell Yuuri who it was that could have stolen the internationally most desired bachelor’s heart. Nonetheless, Yuuri vows to find her (or him, Yuuri wouldn’t know would he?) to save his life. But will he ever find out before its too late?

shaky when i came to be by apollothyme

Summary: He goes for another triple axel just as his breath is about to run out again, only this time something is wrong. He knows it as soon as he jumps into the air, but by then there’s nothing he can do.His body moves almost by itself, sluggish and mechanic. Driven to the point of exhaustion, Yuuri can’t pull himself in anything fast enough; he can never do anything fast enough. His left foot falls first, too hard to stand upright. Before he’s got the chance to hold himself steady, he feels something snap, loud and clear in the air, this resounding crack that could just as well be a bolt of thunder. Yuuri’s ankle gives in, pushing to the right as the rest of his foot moves inwards towards the left.

Square Jaw Nurse by Zoodan21

Summary: Yuri hadn’t meant to get sick but it happened anyways.Though if it ment getting the number from one of the nurses he might not complain so much.Aka: Otabek as a nurse and Yuri admiring him with a fever

Take Your Vitamins by vriskittles

Summary: “Normally, these exams wouldn’t be necessary until middle-age, but according to your family history you have great uncle who’d had a brief battle with prostate cancer, yes?” He posed the question.He raised his brow at the question before it dawned on him why they’d be asked. A family history with a disease generally called for early examinations of those in the family if they shared a close enough relation with them. And an examination for this particular ailment was…“Dr. Nikiforov, what are you trying to say?” He asked, face and voice portraying the wariness he felt.He was met with a light-hearted, apologetic expression. “Ah, I’m afraid it calls for a prostate exam.“

“Alexander…” Magnus pulled him close, and the witchlight flickered between them, its color changing rapidly. Alec had never seen a witchlight rune-stone do that before. He put his head against Magnus’s shoulder and let Magnus hold him. Magnus’s heart didn’t beat like human hearts did. It was slower, but steady. Sometimes Alec thought it was the steadiest thing in his life.

“Kiss me,” Alec said.

Magnus put his hand to the side of Alec’s face and gently, almost absently, ran his thumb along Alec’s cheekbone. When he bent to kiss him, he smelled like sandalwood. Alec clutched the sleeve of Magnus’s jacket, and the witchlight, held between their bodies, flared up in colors of rose and blue and green.

It was a slow kiss, and a sad one. When Magnus drew away, Alec found that somehow he was holding the witchlight alone; Magnus’s hand was gone. The light was a soft white.

Softly, Magnus said, “Aku cinta kamu.”

“What does that mean?”

Magnus disentangled himself from Alec’s grip. “It means I love you. Not that that changes anything.”

“But if you love me-”

“Of course I do. More than I thought I would. But we’re still done,” Magnus said. “It doesn’t change what you did.”

“But it was just a mistake,” Alec whispered. “One mistake-”

Magnus laughed sharply. “One mistake? That’s like calling the maiden voyage of the Titanic a minor boating accident. Alec, you tried to shorten my life.”

“It was just-She offered, but I thought about it and I couldn’t go through with it-I couldn’t do that to you.”

“But you had to think about it. And you never mentioned it to me.” Magnus shook his head. “You didn’t trust me. You never have.”

“I do,” Alec said. “I will-I’ll try. Give me another chance-”

“No,” Magnus said. “And if I might give you a piece of advice: Avoid Camille. There is a war coming, Alexander, and you don’t want your loyalties to be in question. Do you?”

And with that he turned and walked away, his hands in his pockets-walking slowly, as if he were injured, and not just from the cut in his side. But he was walking away just the same. Alec watched him until he moved beyond the glow of the witchlight and out of sight.

—  Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

A Prayer for Yom HaShoah – composed by Rabbi Lord Sacks.

Today, on Yom HaShoah, we remember the victims of the greatest crime of man against man – the young, the old, the innocent, the million and a half children, starved, shot, given lethal injections, gassed, burned and turned to ash, because they were deemed guilty of the crime of being different.

We remember what happens when hate takes hold of the human heart and turns it to stone; what happens when victims cry for help and there is no one listening; what happens when humanity fails to recognise that those who are not in our image are none the less in G-d’s image.

We remember and pay tribute to the survivors, who bore witness to what happened, and to the victims, so that robbed of their lives, they would not be robbed also of their deaths.

We remember and give thanks for the righteous of the nations who saved lives, often at risk of their own, teaching us how in the darkest night we can light a candle of hope.

Today, on Yom HaShoah, we call on You, Almighty G-d, to help us hear Your voice that says in every generation:

Do not murder.

Do not stand idly by the blood of your neighbour.

Do not oppress the stranger.

We know that whilst we do not have the ability to change the past, we can change the future.

We know that whilst we cannot bring the dead back to life, we can ensure their memories live on and that their deaths were not in vain.

And so, on this Yom HaShoah, we commit ourselves to one simple act: Yizkor, Remember.

May the souls of the victims be bound in the bond of everlasting life. Amen.