i am calm and it's doctor

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.

imagine missy, receiving the doctor’s confession dial. imagine how terrified she must have been. the doctor is going to die within a day, he knows it, he’s accepted it, he’s sent her his confession dial. he’s certain.

imagine her, searching the entire universe furiously, trying to find him. checking everywhere. messaging him, trying to trace his TARDIS, trying to contact him in every way possible. maybe she attacks a planet they know to try to draw him out.

when it doesn’t work, she stops wasting her energy on the invasion and almost loses hope.

imagine her, swallowing her pride, hating the very idea of it - finally, gathering herself, composing her dignity, to ask a human for help. trying to remain calm knowing she is the doctor’s only chance to survive and being so impatient with UNIT’s incredible slow pace, their threats, clara’s conversation. trying not to fall apart with fear for him.

imagine how mortifying, to missy, that a human knows the only person she cares about in the universe better than she does. his oldest friend.

but she’s just glad she got to him in time.

he ignores her.

After the Mark of Athena
  • Hazel: Um, I kind of have a... [mumbles]
  • Nico: A what?
  • Hazel: A boyfriend...?
  • Nico: WHAT
  • Nico: WHO IS HE
  • Nico: WHO IS HE
  • Hazel: Calm down it's Frank
  • Nico: Oh
  • Nico: Oh okay he's cool
the signs when they're drinking
  • aries: *pokes person's face* dude. your face. is so. soft.
  • taurus: *non stop flirt machine*
  • gemini: weeeeeell i have NO CONTROL over what I'm saying rn so I'm going to tell you ALL my secrets and idgaf so settle down and enjoy the show
  • cancer: *speaks so fast they tell you their whole damned life story in about 3 and a half minutes - from birth to that point in time. and you didn't understand half of it*
  • leo: you know what? I really, really, reaaally love me. and you too ofc. but also me
  • virgo: *sits on the floor and is so confused* how did I get here? who are you? what is this place?
  • scorpio: *doesn't really get too drunk because they know their limits and they prefer to laugh at the drunken misadventures of others rather than get pissed*
  • sagittarius: if they were blunt before, its nothing compared to now. and the flush is so real
  • capricorn: *might drink a little but is quite a heavyweight and is so nice and calm and help libra fix everything up*
  • pisces: literally can't even stand but starts talking really really loud
Voltron characters as things my family and I said on a trip to an Escape Room
  • Keith: Am I allowed to pick the lock with a swiss army knife or...?
  • Lance: Step aside, peasants! I watched enough Sherlock to know how it's done.
  • Hunk: What if we just stay calm and- * someone insults his tactics* WHAT IF WE JUST USE HIS HEAD TO BREAK OPEN THE DOOR.
  • Shiro, directed at people older than him: Children, please.
  • Allura: I swear to God, if anyone tries to snatch a bobby pin from me again to pick a lock I will-
  • Coran: You all think you're being Sherlock Holmes trying to solve the mystery and escape, but let me tell you, you're all actually Dr. Watson.
  • Bonus!
  • Haggar: Oh, yeah, sure. Now you ask me for help, do you want me to do your laundry as well?
  • Zarkon: I may or may not have broken a lock.
  • Lotor: *violently flips his hair* Longer hair means more wisdom.
  • Matt: Yeah, umm, I came here as an opportunity to tell everyone I'm gay but since you're all too busy arguing over wether or not that plastic key is a trap I'll wait 'til winter break.
  • Commander Holt: We didn't cram 10 people into one Escape Room for nothing, let's fucking enjoy ourselves. Please, I'm begging you.

anonymous asked:

Could I maybe have both 1 and 11 with Shawn? Love ya!


My water broke 10 hours ago which means I’ve been enduring 10 hours of agonizing pain. My doctor, Dr. Kemp, told me that it won’t be much longer until I’ll have to start pushing; I’d be lying if I said I’m not scared. I’m about to push a fucking human out of me. A baby version of Shawn. We decided not to know the gender until it’s born, we just thought it would be a fun surprise. Boy or girl, it will most likely inherit his playfulness.

Oh fuck. It’s hitting me. I’m literally going to have two Shawns running around the house. Two Shawns that I’ll have to keep my eye on….Am I really ready for this?

In all reality though, He’s been so supportive and helpful throughout this whole process and I couldn’t ask for a better partner in crime. I told him to take a nap and that I’d wake him up when its time. Apparently, that would be sooner than Dr. Kemp predicted. I start to feel a ton of pressure pressing down on my uterus and I get the strong urge to push so I quickly press the emergency button on my maternity bed. The sharp pain is back by it feels worse than the contractions I’ve been having for the past ten hours, this one isn’t fading like the other ones did.

“Sh-Shawn” I pant, winded. He doesn’t stir, my voice is too faint to wake him. I reach behind myself, grab my pillow, and throw it at his slumped body in the recliner. He jumps up when he feels it, basically flying out of the chair. “Sorry sorry sorry” he rasps, running over to me and kissing my forehead. He frantically presses the button as well, not aware that I already have but it doesn’t matter because the doctor and nurse barge in a second later.

“Okay Y/n, how are we feelin’?” Kemp asks, the grin on his face would usually calm me down but for some reason its pissing me off right now. I guess it’s due to the fact that I’m in excruciating pain while he’s just having a peachy day. I can’t open my mouth to respond so I just shake my head, letting him know that in no way, shape, or form am I feeling ok.

“Alrighty…it looks like” the doctor starts, spreading legs a little further and taking a peek down there. “You’re ready to push” he smiles again. Shawn is still right next to me, he grips my hand in his as he lets out a whimper sound. He must be just as scared as I am. The nurse instructs me to start pushing. I take a deep breath and let out my first push, feeling the pressure in my abdomen shift further down. It wasn’t so bad “Oh that wasn’t so bad” I smile up at Shawn.

“No?” He asks, smiling back at me. I shake my head no to confirm and brace myself for another go. Second time around was not so easy, though. I can feel the burning sensation of my vagina stretching and tearing in ways that seem unnatural.

“Okay! Its starting to hurt now, baby” I let out, death gripping Shawn’s hand. He kisses my head one more time before leaning over and looking at where our baby is making an appearance. “Oh god!” He chuckles “Its right there!…woah” he says, in awe.

I whine, telling him to stop looking but he just finds it funny. “Can you feel it right there?” He asks, not able to take his eyes off of the one place I’d rather him NOT stare at right now. “What kind of question…?” I croak. The nurse tells me to give one last push and I do, letting out the loudest scream I could possibly muster up.

And then….the pressure is gone.

I hear Shawn soft voice “Hi, baby” immediately followed by the first cry of our baby. I use the rest of my energy to lift my head up. I see the doctor holding up a little tiny person in front of me. “Well…how about that” he says to Shawn and I see my husband’s eyes go extremely wide. “What?! What?!” I panic.

Shawn turns to me, a tear falling down his cheek “Better paint the nursery pink” he chuckles.

axis2600  asked:

Are people still arguing if the clip from season 3 is a flashback or not? Wow, some people, am I right? Anyway, even if it's not a flashback (which might happen because they want to toy with us) then they will have Star stating how she doesn't like Tom like that anymore before the episode is even over.

It’s a dream sequence.
A dream by Brian, Tom’s life coach. 

“Oh look at how much progress master Tom made! So calm and chill while dancing with his ex-girlfriend! Look at how comfortable she is around him! Finally my therapy worked! I’m a good doctor! I didn’t waste all of my life!”

AYYYY, i finally fucking finished this!

Title: Sweet Little Doll
AU: Villainous Dolls (Mine)
Pairings/characters: Past paperhat/eventual paperhat, Black Hat, Dr. Flug, 505, Dementia
Summary: An incident leaves Flug an Amnesiac, with no memory of who or what he is and no memory of the others, causing Black Hat and the others try and get him to remember them before its too late.
Tags: living dolls, violence, angst,



In the world there were two types of humans, the normal ones, and then the Dolls. More commonly known as Living Dolls, these mortals are not much different then regular humans. Except for the fact that they don’t have souls. They can walk, talk, feel, just like any other humans, but they are soulless beings. They were given the name “Living dolls” for the glazed, hazy look in their eyes and the shiny porcelain look to their skin. There was also the fact that they seem to listen to what they were told rather well. Little obedient pets to who ever wished to own them. They weren’t uncommon to find, but that didn’t make them any less valuable. When a doll was born, they were raised and usually taken away from their families by a certain age, usually 18.

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Doctor Dreamy

Originally posted by marav108

Doctor Dreamy

Where the reader falls for Dr Park when he walks in the room


An emergency trip to A&E leads you to meet a very sexy doctor named Dr Park how bad can It be?

“aw careful that hurts” you yelled while grabbing your side in agonising pain.

“I’m sorry “Your friend said while holding you tighter.

You walked in to the main entrance of A&E hoping you could get seen to soon as your side was extremely painful.

This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your Saturday night but you and your friend had been taking down some fairy lights from your balcony and you had slipped and fallen over and crashed to the ground. Therefor bringing you here at 6.30 in the afternoon.

“Hi my friend slipped and fell and she is in serious pain can you help?” your friend said nicely while looking at the miserable nurse who was not even interested and waiting for an answer.

“Fill this form out” she said in a harsh and uninterested tone while dropping the clip board and pen on the counter making a huge bang the echoed throughout the room.

You and your friends made your way to the worn-out chairs and took a sit and filled out the form.

Name : Y/n Y/L/N.


Home town : California

Address: 15 yemen road Yemen CA

What happened: Slipped and fell  

Where does it hurt: My side and ribs

Insurance: Yes

Your friend took your form back to the nurse while you sat in the chair and waited for the doctor

“She is a real miserable bitch “ your friend anna said while pulling  a angry face.You giggled in response Anna was your best friend as you grew up together and went to school and college together. You always could reply on her .

“I can’t believe you fell “Anna said with a sigh while letting out a small giggle. You had always been very clumsy tripping over chairs and bags even tripping over your own feet at some parts.

 Time passes by very fast and before you knew it you had been waiting 2 hours for a doctor and so far, no one had seen you. This annoyed you as the pain was getting worse and no one was here to help you. All you could here was the clock slowly Ticking away Tick,Tick,Tick was all the room was filled off not many people were here so why was it taking so long you groaned at your thoughts.

Suddenly a nurse called your name and asked you to follow her your friend grabbed hold of you and helped you walk , you followed her in to a clean and hygienic room which was painted blue and only had equipment and a hospital bed it.

“I’m sorry its been a while we have had 5 staff members call in sick today so we are understaffed” she said will apologetic eyes.

“It’s okay dont’t worry” you replied she smiled before speaking again.

“Sit down and the doctor will be in soon” She said with an angelic smile and felt the room.

“I hope it’s not broken “Anna said in a sweet voice and rubbed your back for support.

You were suddenly interrupted by a rough raspy but calm voice.

“Hi you must be y/n? I am Dr Park I will be your doctor for today” he said

Oh he is beautiful omg omg you said in your head you weren’t lying he was the most beautiful human you had ever seen. Beautiful brown hair that was split showing of his beautiful forehead. His doctors coat showing of he’s amazing fit body. His height was tall he was perfect.

Is it love at first sight?

“I see you are having trouble with your ribs y/n do you mind if I call you y/n?”he said while gently checking your pulse and eyes

“No call me whatever you want Doctor” You said instantly regretting your choice of word mentally cursed yourself.

“Okay I will have to take a look do you mind taking of your clothes?” he said while looking at the chart while giving you a small smirk that formed of his gorgeous plumb  lips.

I do not mind at all you said in your head not at all.

Its only been 10mins and he’s got you removing your clothes.

“Do you mind leaving?” He said to Anna giving her  a smile

She shot you a glare and a smirk before leaving the room obviously  envious of  your position right now.

After removing your clothes, he gave you an examination of your ribs before bending down and getting something from one of the medical draws. Your eyes automatically went to his ass which was perfect and those trousers hugged his butt amazingly making your mouth water at the sight.

You heard a laugh and snapped out of your day dream to see Dr park looking you in the eyes with a large smirk plastered on his face.

“w..what “ you tried to say in a innocent voice you were far from innocent you had been mentally undressing the young hot doctor since the moment he stepped in the room.

“I know my ass is amazing but I have to put this on your side” he said in a cocky voice.

You hid your face in embarrassment he unwrapped the bandage and wrapped it round your waist his slender fingers grazing your skin so elegantly and effect less sending shivers down your spine.

“Well the good news is they weren’t broken just very bruised” He said while finishing up wrapping the bandage around your waist.

“Good Good” You said while not giving him direct eye contact.

“You may put on your clothes now” He said while writing something down on the chart.

You began to put your clothes on and felt a little disappointed that your brief encounter would be finishing soon. As you put your last piece of clothing on you felt a sharp stare burn in the back of your head. You turned around to see Dr park looking at you with dark needy eyes and a licking his lips while scanning your body up and down.

“You doing anything tomorrow “He suddenly said.

“NO” you nearly shouted in response.

“Good how about I take you out for dinner? Oh, that’s if your side is okay cause I need you to be feeling okay for what I have planned I don’t want to hurt you even more “He said with a sharp gaze and a smirk formed on his face.

“No I think it should be okay” you said


“ I will write you a prescription for some painkillers just in case , want you feeling okay for tomorrow love “ he said writing out the prescription and giving you a wink.

your heart was beating so fast it felt like he was going to exploded. This may seem too much but you have been fantasying about having this man’s children from the moment he walked in the room . He stole your breath and heart by how beautiful and sexy he looked. So, him asking you out had your heart beating very fast and sending your imagination in to dirty mode.

“good “ He said as his let out a big smile

“I will pick you up at 7 tomorrow” he said.


“Take care love “He said giving you a wink before leaving the room.

“Yes” you said while jumping in the air.

You got a date with Dr Dreamy could the say be any better.


Ok so I’m new to the whole fanfic scene but I came across a bunch of the chmergess fanfics on here and I’ve read them all. So I’d figure I’d give a shot at writing one. I’m gonna apologize in advance but I’m a sucker for detail so I’m going back to after season 21 and the whole Paul breakup and start from there to get in as many Chmergess moment as possible. (also remember none of this is entirely real just pieced I’ve picked up from social media and created in my head).


(Scene- Early December 2015 in DWTS studio as the cast is doing some last minute prep for the “Dancing With The Stars: Live” Tour)

Sharna grabbed a water and sat down in the nearest chair. She grabbed her phone out of her bag, might as well check her social media accounts while they had a bit of a break. She looked at her phone and noticed a missed call and 2 text messages from Woo telling her to call her. Her heart immediately sank into her stomach, it was 10 am in LA which meant it was 4 am back in Australia. The last time she talked to her Dad he told her the doctors said Nan didn’t have much longer left, Sharna knew Nan had lived a full life but she didn’t think she was ready to say Goodbye just yet.

She could feel tears well in her eyes, she took a deep steadying breath and got up to go find a quiet room to call her mom back. She was so focused on keeping herself calm she wasn’t paying attention and walked smack into Val.

“Woah there” he said quickly grabbing her by the arms so she didn’t fall.

“sorry” she mumbled.

“Shar, are you ok?” he asked “you look pale”.

She looked up at him and Val could see the tears pooling in her eyes

He quickly pulled her into the nearest room “babe what’s wrong?” he asked.

“W .. W.. Woo called” she stuttered “told me to call her back as soon as I could, its 4 am back home. I’m ..”

Val immediately grabbed her into a hug he knew what the doctors had told them about Nan “It’ll be okay, do you want me to go get Peta?” he asked.

She shook her head “I just wanna get it over with, will you stay with me while I call?”.

“Of course” he led her over toward the steps and sat down putting his arm around her shoulder.

Sharna held her breath as she dialed, luckily Woo answered immediately. “Sharna honey, I’ve got great news they found your dad a kidney!” Woo exclaimed.

With that all the emotions Sharna had been holding in for the past 5 minutes escaped and she began sobbing. Val had heard what Woo said and pulled Sharna in even tighter resting his chin on her head while she finished the conversation.

Sharna hung up and sighed in relief, she let Val hug her for just a bit longer to comfort her than she looked up at him.

“Thank you for being there for me Babe” she said.

“Always” he replied, “so when are you going to leave?” he asked.

Sharna shrugged. “I don’t know, I really think I should go but I have so much going on in the next few weeks, we leave for tour soon, and there’s Sway, and Paul wanted me to help him with some changes he wants to make to the Choreography for the Pro-Bowl, and …”

Val grabbed her hands “I’m not telling you what to do but its family Sharna. We can re-block for Sway, and you can miss a few stops on tour, and if Paul needs help anyone of us will lend a hand, you only get one set of Parents and I know you well enough to know that if heaven’s for bid something happened during that surgery you would never forgive yourself. Plus you would get to spend some time with you Nan. Just promise me you’ll at least think about it” he said.

Sharna sighed, she knew Val was right “I don’t have to think about it your right, I guess I’ll go find Mandy and the producers” she looked at him “will you talk to Maks about Sway, he’s been extra stressed about it. Tell him I’m really sor“-

Val interrupted her “Maks will understand, Family over everything, Always”.


OK guys I’m gonna stop here I was gonna put the next part I wrote about Sharna & Paul’s break-up but I think it needs its own Chapter. Sorry for the quickness but I wanna build up the friendship and moments in the story before I delve completely into the Chmergess romance but I promise it will come

Humans keeping supernatural beings as prisoners/lab rats AU Starters
  • Let me go!
  • In this experiment, I'm going to see just how silver effects you.
  • Are the straps too tight?
  • If you try to attack me, I'll kill you. Treat me nice, we'll have a good day. Deal?
  • Don't do this. I'm still a person at heart.
  • Just kill me already! Please.
  • I'm keeping here for your own safety. Some people are calling for the eradication of your species.
  • I can study you. You have a great number of things to teach us.
  • Are you hungry?
  • I'm so hungry.
  • I need some clothes.
  • It's bath time.
  • I'll tell you anything you want to know, just don't hurt me.
  • I'm going to rip your fucking head off when I get out of here!
  • Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I can rip your throat out!
  • I brought you some clothes.
  • Can I drink from you?
  • There's a full moon tonight.
  • I've taken proper precautions to make sure you do not escape.
  • You think bars and binds can keep me in here?
  • Don't make me hurt you?
  • Please, have mercy on me.
  • Do you want to watch tv with me?
  • Is it hard being turned into a ___?
  • I can turn you.
  • Does it hurt?
  • So were you a doctor before you decided to mess with the supernatural?
  • Don't put your faith in such trinkets.
  • You won't catch us all.
  • I like being what I am because it's fun!
  • I want to gorge on your blood.
  • Calm down! I've come to help you.
  • Just let me go.
  • I'm going to set you free.
  • Is there a way to reverse what you are?
  • I'm not some god damned lab rat for you to poke and prod
  • You may want to slip in a thermometer, I'm feeling a little hot, Doctor.
  • I'll tell you my story, if you tell me yours.
  • Do you fear me?
  • You don't scare me
Angst Sentence Starters
  • "It's okay to cry."
  • "I don't mind. It's okay."
  • "Calm down!"
  • "Stop it. Now!"
  • "Please don't look at me."
  • "Don't make me do this."
  • "I can't."
  • "I can't do this anymore."
  • "I'm in hospital."
  • "I'm not actually a doctor, I can't do anything!"
  • "I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry."
  • "Please don't."
  • "Don't make me say it."
  • "You already know."
  • "Tell me you're okay."
  • "Look at me and promise it's all right."
  • "The world's not as bad as you think it is."
  • "Stay with me."
  • "It's... a lot of blood.."
  • "Stop the bleeding!"
  • "Help me."
  • "Please."
  • "You won't hurt me."
  • "I trust you."
  • "I hope you know what you're doing."
  • "But... I love you."
  • "You're the only family I have left."
  • "They're gone. It's just me."
  • "Let's not get into it. Nobody likes a sob-story."
  • "I'm basically angsty background 101."
  • "Don't act like you haven't noticed!"
  • "Listen to me. Listen. Please."
  • "I'm trying to help you."
  • "Stay with me, okay?"
  • "It's all right. You'll be fine."
  • "Call an ambulance and find a defibrillator. Now!"
  • "Ex--excuse me, do you know CPR?"
What Are Friends For Ch. 3

An Undertale fan fiction

Written by Ichiwashername-o

Summary: We travel back in time and learn of Dr. Gaster and his horrific experiments.

Rating: Viewer discretion advised.  Contains swearing, trauma, and psychological horror

Cast: Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, W.D. Gaster, and others

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Victorian Sherlolly

Part Two

(Part One found here: http://thesherlollykiss.tumblr.com/post/103201405439/victorian-sherlolly-part-one-will-she-be)

“Doctor Hooper.” Sherlock greeted the young woman with a short nod of his head as he stepped out of his room on to the upstairs hallway, catching Molly just as she closed the door behind her.

“Mr Holmes!” She responded, a little flustered at the unexpected company. Elizabeth had said her father would not be home that evening. “I was just visiting Elizabeth.” She explained herself, holding herself tall as she spoke to the master of the house. “Her collarbone is healing quite nicely and the bruises are nearly all gone.” She said with a fleeting smile as he looked over to his daughters closed door. She did not speak of the other reasons for her late unscheduled stop at the Holmes Household, the fact that the young Holmes girl was becoming a woman and being absent a mother meant she had many questions she did not feel comfortable asking her father. Molly understood the girls troubles, knowing books could only teach a girl so much, and sometimes you needed a comforting hug which a book could not provide. The man merely peered down at her, his hands clasped behind his back as his head tilted to the side in that way that always made Molly feel as if she were under examination. And with Mister Holmes it was likely she was.

“I think you’re visits are a matter I need to discuss with you, Doctor Hooper.” He straightened his back and Molly felt very much as if she were about to attacked. “They are far too frequent, even with the concerns of the health for my daughters mind, it should not be required for more than one house call a week.” He cleared his throat as if his words were trying to come out so many and so fast that he had to swallow them back to keep control. “This past week I have seen you three times, this being the fourth and one I was not aware of. I will have to begin questioning your motives, what is so important with my daughter that requires this amount of contact? Especially when you insist I cannot be in attendance. Are you scheming of some kind behind my back, influencing her fragile mind? Or am I to only question your competency as a medical professional? As one of the only women in your field I must admit you are not what I was brought to expect.” He practically sneered as he accused her of these things.

“Mister Holmes!” She stepped forward, an action she immediately regretted as she was suddenly much closer to the man that made her blood boil in her face and pulse quicken than was decent. “Your daughter is a young woman, you may not choose to accept that but she is turning into a fine young woman indeed. I am her doctor and with that I am a source of information and support to her, I advice you now not to cause the girl further distress by not only keeping secrets but sending away the people willing to listen to her, as you put it, her fragile mind!” She tilted her chin defiantly, a bold move that had her internally shaking but she willed her body to stay strong.

“We do not need you, Doctor Hooper.” He spoke with a forced calmness, stressing her title. “We have not needed anyone since she was a infant and that is not going to change because of your sentiment.” He matched her step forward with his own, it took him a moment to realise this was the closest he’d even been to her before. His eyes were sharp with a simmering anger, something Molly could relate to, his lips in a firm line of disapproval. “I do not wish to see you in my home again unless I have scheduled the appointment with you myself.”

She tried to keep calm, telling herself not to react to his rudeness, but she was almost vibrating with frustration as tears stung her eyes. She spoke in a low tone that even frightened her with its anger as she tried to keep her voice steady. “You are an arrogant man, Mister Holmes. An arrogant man and a fool. I am a good doctor, and while you may not like me, as you have made abundantly clear, I am the best person at this moment for Elizabeth. I warn you now, Sir, if you continue to push your daughter and those she tries to speak to away then I expect it will not be long before she leaves just as your wife did.” She almost gasped at her own words and she knew she had gone too far. Before he could respond she turned away, grabbing her doctors bag from the side of the door and rushing down the stairs at a pace that was surely unladylike. She was fleeing, scared about what she had said, scared about how mad he made her feel, scared about what more could have happened if she had stayed.

She hurried out of the house and only on the other side did she allowed herself a moment to exhale the air she had been holding in her lungs. She was in trouble. He could make a formal complaint about her behaviour and the board were already waiting for any excuse to retract a woman’s medical licence. But Lord, she had never been that angry with anyone before in her life, so why did he cause such a stirring in her?

On the other side of the house Sherlock’s posture shrunk, his knuckles white from where he held his hands so tightly together behind him finally flooding with colour as he leant on the banister to watch her leave, the door closing quickly behind her. “I believe you are right, Molly Hooper. I believe you are quite right indeed.” He said quietly to himself before turning to retreat to his rooms. But perhaps with her presence no longer lingering in his home, she would soon stop plaguing his mind also.

Part Three can be found here http://thesherlollykiss.tumblr.com/post/103376658184/victorian-sherlolly-part-three-part-one

anonymous asked:

I have a really weird head cannon that medic is really bad at the game operation even though he Is a doctor and gets really frustrated and starts swearing in German and stuff and ranting about how it's not even medically correct

Oh my God, yes!

“Jesus, Medic, calm down, it’s just a game.” Sniper grumbled, he’d been awoken from his nap by loud German cursing. 

“I am a doctor- Well, I was at one point- I can play this stupid game!” Another buzzer noise and Medic let out a  list of swears that Sniper guessed had they been translated to English, would surprise even Demo. 

“Spy, can you take of this?” Sniper muttered, waving his hand up to the top bunk, where Spy was polishing his knife collection. A perfectly polished silver knife with a snake slithering around the handle flew and landed directly between Sniper’s fingers. “Bloody hell, you both need to calm down." 

"Do not touch my bunk!” Spy hissed and there was another buzzer noise and loud swearing from Medic. Sniper sighed and leaned back in his bed. 

“Nein! Dies ist äußerst anatomisch ungenau, verdammt dieses dumme Spiel! ”

This is gonna be a long night, He thought to himself.

*gets on soap box*

Ok guys… I’m just as excited about Steven Moffat moving on from Doctor Who as the rest of us, but please PLEASE don’t hate on him like he totally ruined the show. He has brought us some of the best Doctor Who episodes ever made. He deserves better ok. Please stop the Moffat hate! SERIOUSLY.

*gets off soap box*


this time next week, i will be drunk behind the couch because my doctor who ep will be out in the world

I am at the hospital for a check up during Nintendo's SSB new character announcement
  • Me: *getting blood pressure checked and it comes up 125/something I forget*
  • Nurse: Beautiful! Your blood pressure is so much bettwr this time. The doctor will be around in ten minutes to talk to you.
  • Me: *checks twitter feed and sees Lucina and Robin have been confirmed playable*
  • Me: ?!?!
  • Me: ixbavdkfkfbefbd *inward screech of joy*
  • At this point the doctor comes in I try to calm myself down and he decides to check my blood pressure again just to be sure
fic: Time Will Tell, p29/?

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“Take two,” he murmured cheekily, before thrusting into her, condom firmly in its rightful place.

Neither of them was inclined to take things slowly this time, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist to spur his movements on. “All right?” he asked distractedly, as he moved back and forth.

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Hi!!! I have been a huge fan of your writings!!! Just wanna request a Kai fic where you were late for a date becoz you were sick but he didn’t know so he was mad, but you just kept apologizing. But plz make it a happy/fluff ending ^^ Thx!! Love ya <3

Your head pounded as you stood in front of the mirror, attempting to get ready for your date with Kai. What started out as a small cold a few days ago has now manifested itself into an all out sickness.

You slathered some foundation on your cold, pale, clammy skin to no avail. Every attempt for you to try to look relatively human was failing.

Normally, when you were feeling this crappy, you would cancel all plans and wrap yourself in a blanket burrito and hibernate. But you haven’t seen Jongin face-to-face in a month,.You weren’t missing this date come Hell or high water.

You lifted your hands to try to put your hair up, only to have your head start spinning and your breath going short.

Leaning against the sink to try to regain your equilibrium, you unlocked your phone to check the time.

6:15 pm

You weren’t meeting Jongin until 7:30, so you decided to rest for just a little bit. Dropping everything, you flopped onto your bed, melting into the soft covers and allowing your heavy eyelids to close.

Just for a little bit, ______.

What’s that noise? Whose calling?

You rolled over and grabbed your phone.

7:45 pm

Shouting many obscenities, you realized you forgot to take your phone off vibrate. After sifting through the various missed phone calls and texts, you frantically tore through your house, getting ready at the speed of light.

Running out the door, you called Jongin and tried to ignore the turning of your stomach.

“______ where are you?”

“I’m so sorry, Jongie. I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there as soon as possible. I’m just running a little late. I’ll be there in just a little bit, okay?” You could hear the disappointment and annoyance in his voice. You knew he was pissed.

“Hurry, ______. I can’t stay much longer.”

“I know! I know! I’m en route as we speak.” You stood on the street and tried your best to hail a taxi, but you could barely shout with your hoarse voice and sore throat. Finally, one pulled over and you climbed in.

“Alright. Just be careful, alright? Don’t put yourself in danger trying to get over here any faster. You don’t sound very good. All you alright?”

Of course not, but you weren’t going to make him feel guilty. You needed to see him. Especially since you’re feeling like death thawed over.

“I’ll be better once I see you. I’m about five minutes away. I’ll see you soon.” You both said your goodbyes and you directed the taxi driver where to go. With every twist and turn of the road, your head spun and your stomach lurched.

“Ma'am are you okay? You don’t look so good.” The taxi driver looked at your through the rear-view mirror with concern in his eyes.

“I’ve been better, but I’ll be okay. Thank you for your concern. There he is! You can just pull over here.” The driver pulled up to the curb and you threw the money at him, clambering out the vehicle, willing your limbs to hold you upright.

You straightened your skirt and made your way over to Jongin, who was standing outside of the restaurant, staring at his phone.

“Jongin, why are you till outside? It’s freezing!”  You were careful to approach because a) he was probably upset and b) you were probably contagious and didn’t want to risk him getting sick as well.

“They don’t seat you unless your entire party has arrived.” He didn’t look too upset, but you could tell he was a tad bit annoyed. He weakly smiled at you and confusion furrowed his brow when he got a good look at you.

“_____ are you alright? You’re shaking. Is it really that cold?” You were shaking from your fever, but you didn’t want to worry him so you attempted to brush it off.

“No, I’ve just got a chill is all. I’m fine. Let’s go eat, I’m starving!” You haven’t been able to keep food down for a solid two days.

Jongin lead you into the dimly lit restaurant and approached the hostess.

“Hi, reservation for Kim Jongin. The rest of my party was fashionably late.” He playfully nudged you and you tried to stay upright when your head started doing cartwheels from the sudden movement.

The hostess flipped through her reservations and looked apologetically at the both of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s policy that if the party doesn’t arrive fifteen minutes from the reservation, we have to give away the table. We just sat another couple at your table.” The hostess pointed towards an elderly couple sitting at the table you and Jongin usually reserved.

“We just barely missed the fifteen minute mark! Isn’t there another table available?!” Jongin started to raise his voice in frustration. You rubbed the back of his arm to try to calm him down, but he just pulled away.

“I’m sorry, we’re completely booked for the night. Would you like to make another reservation?” The hostess was trying her best, but Jongin was just not having it.

“No that’s fine. I’ll just take my starving girlfriend all over town to try and find somewhere to eat. Thank you for your time.” Jongin pulled you out of the restaurant and stood outside, thinking of what to do next. 

“Jongin, I’m sorry. I didn’t know about the…”

“Where were you?” Jongin interrupted you and just stared at you. “We’ve been planning this for weeks. Why were you late?”

“I fell asleep because…”

“You what?! _____ in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t get to spend a lot of time with you because I don’t have a lot of free time. Every second I get to steal away is valuable and precious to me. You know that yet you decided that a nap was more important than me.” You could feel the hurt in his words, but at the same time he was being awfully hasty with the judgement.

“No, Jongin. Listen…” You all of a sudden felt light-headed and tried to grab onto him for support. He quickly snaked his arm away from your grasp and began to pace down the sidewalk.

“It’s a complete disregard for my time and feelings. I was so excited to get to spend some time with you and now I have to leave in fifteen minutes so I can get back to the dorm and get some sleep.”

Everything began to spin and your breathing became labored and shallow.

“Jongin..” you could barely whisper.

“No, _____. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’ve really hurt my feelings and I just don’t know if…”

The last thing you remember was the growing darkness in your field of vision and a sharp pain in the back of your head.

You pulled your eyes open, only to shut them again from the blinding light above you. You shielded your eyes with a hand and noticed an IV coming out of it.

You sat up and investigated the room you were in.

Why am I in a hospital bed? What happened?

The sound of soft snoring interrupted your train of thought. You glanced over and saw Jongin completely passed out. You almost laughed at the strange contortion of his body so that he could be comfortable.

At the sound of your stifled laughter, he opened his eyes and rushed over to the bed, grabbing your clammy hands.

“____ how are you feeling?” Worry and guilt covered his face. He gently eased you back onto the bed.

“I’m okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jongin asked as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb and pushed the hair out of your face with his free hand.

“I was trying to but…”

“But I was too busy preaching from my soap box to notice.” He pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down, You could tell he felt guilty for being upset with you, but you knew he was legitimately hurt. You gently brushed his cheek with your hand and gave him a smile to know you weren’t upset.

“No, no. You had every right to be upset. It’s alright.”

“If you were sick, we could have rescheduled.”

“I know, it’s just that I miss you so much and I really wanted to see you.” You pouted and fiddled with the loose strings of Jongin’s hoodie as he scooted his chair closer to the bed.

“Well, you’ll get your wish. The doctor says its an upper respiratory infection. You need rest and lots of fluids, so I will be making sure you get both.” He kissed the back of your hands and held them close to his heart.

“Ooh, so we’ll be playing doctor, will we?” You bit your lip and lifted an eyebrow at your cheeky little joke.

“Calm yourself.”


Ugh. I’ve had an upper respiratory infection and let me tell you it is no fun. Anywhoo I AM ONLY FIVE FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300 YOU GUYS!!! Wow. Also, I will be up at Lake Eerie for the latter half of the week so this will probably be my last post for a bit. I will be bringing my laptop with me to feed my Tumblr/YouTube addiction, but I don’t know if I’ll have time to knock out a request while I’m on vacay.

P.S. Expect an pretty big announcement and a fun event once I hit 300!