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Part one of my The Good Sides Of The Internet poster project I’m doing for my art school application portfolio. 

Skam changed me as a person and helped me meet some of the most incredible people and I’ll be grateful for this forever. 💛

anonymous asked:

for the prompt. bokuaka and wedding cake?

When Koutarou returns from the dance floor, Keiji has another plate of cake in his hands. 

“How many slices does that make?” he asks, sliding into the empty seat beside Keiji.

“Not too many,” Keiji answers, a bit defensively.

“You’re not going to whine about a stomachache later, are you?”

“No.” Keiji shoves another forkful of cake into his mouth. Some of the icing ends up on his nose. Koutarou finds it ridiculously endearing. “It’s not everyday we get to eat such good cake, Kou. I’m going to eat as much of this wedding cake as I can before Konoha comes over here and cuts me off.”

“Well, it is his wedding.“ Koutarou leans over to wipe the icing off his nose.

“Exactly,” Keiji says, turning his face to allow Koutarou a better reach. “If he gets to have his happiness, then I get to have my cake.”

“Can I have a bite?”

“Get your own.” Keiji lifts his fork towards Koutarou anyway. His green eyes slide across the room to where Konoha is slow dancing with his bride, the sappiest look on his face that if they were ten years younger, they’d be teasing the heck out of him. As it is, they only sit, watching quietly. 

Koutarou glances back at Keiji. There’s a softness in his eyes, something warm but too bittersweet to be just contentment. Koutarou looks down at the smushed cake sitting between them.

“Hey,” he says, and when Keiji swings his gaze back to meet his, Koutarou lets his lips pull into a smile. “What do you think about this flavour, for our own wedding cake?”

Keiji’s eyes widen, before he closes them briefly. When he opens them again, they’re suspiciously bright. “It’s a possibility,” he says.

He reaches out, and Koutarou does the same, until their hands are joined on the table, two silver bands symbolic in every kind of bond except on paper twinkling under the low lights of the wedding hall.

anonymous asked:

Hi Wayfaring, I am wondering what your thoughts are on the following: I am fortunate to be surround by many talented physicians and nurses who are either family, friends, or neighbors. On the *rare* occasion I share my health concerns/questions with them outside of office through personal contact, I worry that I am a bother, as I'm sure they (and you) get this all the time. Do you ever feel like you can't escape your job? Does it bother you when family/friends do or don't confide in you?

This is really not a great time to ask me this question. 

This weekend two of my co-workers called me and asked to be seen in the office, one on Saturday and one on Sunday. And then two family members called me with medical questions. And then my former college roommate called asking for a diagnosis too. 

Yes, I absolutely do feel like I can’t escape my job. But that’s because I live in TinyTown and literally live in my office, so there’s not really anywhere I can escape. I didn’t feel that way in residency though and hope I won’t feel that way once I move. But to some extent it goes with the territory. Especially in a tiny town where the doctor is expected to be on call 24/7. It’s not as much of a bother when it’s people who rarely ever ask. But it tends to be the same people asking for advice over and over. 

Also (pardon my soapbox here) - I’ve never called a friend who was a mechanic or plumber or electrician over the weekend–ever. In fact, the only time I’ve ever used another service like that after-hours was when it was a true can’t-wait emergency - like the one time a pipe broke in the cold and my laundry room flooded and I couldn’t turn the water off. I would never call a plumber friend after hours because my shower water pressure was a little low or call an electrician to come change a lightbulb. But these are the kinds of weekend calls I get: lightbulbs and water pressure. And to me they’re infinitely more irritating than a true emergency would be. If it’s an emergency, I’m happy to be available and help. But if you have the sniffles, do like everyone else does and stop by Walgreen’s for some DayQuil.

It doesn’t bother me at all when family or friends don’t consult me about their medical issues. I prefer that they don’t, actually, because then I get to be their friend or family member rather than their doctor. I don’t want to be doctor to my friends and family. 

That was probably more than you wanted in a response, but there you have it.