just-another-day-in-life

Promise

Pairing: Daveed x reader

Summary: Reader suffers from an unrequited crush on one of her roommates. The other is there to comfort her.

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, very mild angst?

A/N: Wow look I wrote something that isn’t smut! This was a short exercise in fluff more than anything. Because I needed to cleanse myself.

Word Count: 2,069


“Yo, their defense is trash, bro!” Anthony shouted, taking a swig from his beer.

“Tell me, Ant. Tell me where your team is in the bracket?” Daveed taunted. “Don’t worry, I’ll wait.”

“Man, fuck you,” Anthony said, laughing.

You were in your bedroom browsing Facebook on your laptop as your roommates obnoxiously watched one of many basketball games in the living room. More shouts and expletives followed, as well as the sound of more beers being cracked open. Just another day in the life of living with two guys. Soon, you heard a knock at the door.

“Coming!” Anthony said. You listened to his footsteps, then the sound of the door being unlocked and opened.

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anonymous asked:

So if it isn't alright that the main character of ghost in the shell is white then I assume your also angry that the Japanese live action film of full metal alchemist has a Japanese person playing Edward Elric when in the anime he's white considering white people are a minority in Japan

The Anon’s Message, a dramatic interpretation by Mod A

It was just another day in the life of Anon. They had gone to school, made their homework, had a snack, and now they were finally sitting down with their laptop to enjoy some iddle time surfing the web. In this particular ocation, they chose to visit Tumblr, the social platform. Particularly, the blog fandomshatepeopleofcolor, which is about racism in media and in fandom, something that is explicitly said in the description of the website. 

Anon, however, didn’t aknowledge that. After all, they had their White Privilege Glasses on, something that made them invinsible to the petty sayings of the pee-oh-cee. 

Or… maybe not that invinsible. Perhaps the glasses were broken, or perhaps Anon had forgotten to have their Whithalmologist Annual Check up, and so they didn’t fit anymore. Either way, one of the very first things Anon noticed upon accesing this blog was that people were discussing the problematic aspects of whitewashing asian characters, and how that affected different people in different ways. Outrageous, thought Anon, White people have rights, too! I won’t tolerate this kind of slander against my people! After all, we’ve never hurt people of color, ever, in our lives. We didn’t shun them because of their beliefs, we never comitted genocide against them or enslaved them. No white person ever would consider building a wall to separate themselves from the taint of their existence. No. 

And so, Anon wrote a message. With this, they would make sure that nobody ever forgot that white people suffered from racism, too.

“So if it isn’t alright that the main character of ghost in the shell is white then I assume your also angry that the Japanese live action film of full metal alchemist has a Japanese person playing Edward Elric when in the anime he’s white considering white people are a minority in Japan.”

And, just like that, it was done. Anon’s mission was accomplished. 

Reverse Racism was real.

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dave: were you gonna grab it by the top
john: no
john: yes
dave: ive been on youtube before bro… maybe try something like………. original

does the fact that john and paul loved each other ever just.. hit you? like these were two lads from liverpool, they learned guitar together, they wrote together, they had all of these incredible experiences, they traveled, they had a totally unique and extraordinary life together, they shared that with each other. they grew as people, as friends, as lovers, competitors, muses. they turned each other on. and we know such a tiny fragment. we are privy to a tiny part. i am so happy they had each other. i am so happy they had one another.

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We found this girl abandoned at a cemetery on Christmas Eve, likely from a breeder who didn’t want her due to the cataract in her right eye. Thankfully we found her, are getting her the medical attention she needs, and we’re more than happy to welcome her to our Christmas Day celebrations. Next step: find her the perfect furever home. Just another day in the life of rescue.


And in the spirit of Christmas, her name shall be dubbed Noel. 🎄

You had me at; “It’s trauma, it’s what I do”

BERENICE WOLFE APPRECIATION POST . S18 E20 ALL FALL DOWN. 

Thanks to the legendary; NatsAshes and her fangirl-enabling playlist I’ve spent my day rediscovering Bernie Wolfe, right from the start of her holby city journey and it’s delicious. Throwing around some praise for her first day as a fully fledged GS Locum Consultant on Keller, even though she spends the day in Darwin.  

Excessive fangirling under the cut.

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Memo: Don’t do that.

The most draining part of today wasn’t the inordinate number of patients getting sick and throwing off our carefully planned jobs list; it’s winter, that happens. It wasn’t the unusually hyper-anxious and tearful parents; that’s part of the job.

It wasn’t even the irritating fact that as soon as you do a bunch of jobs and send someone home, they’ll immediately bring in someone new and sick in their place for whom none of the jobs have been done, so that all your old jobs don’t get done because now there are new ones.

It wasn’t even the fact that you literally can’t walk 10 metres without 5 different people pulling you to do something which wasn’t on your list to begin with. Because that’s life; there are always new unexpected things that come up. It was hard, but I think we kept everyone safe, and that’s what matters. We’ve had worse days.

It was my registrar calling me, sometimes as often as every 10-20 minutes and asking where I was up to with the huge pile of jobs, and then answering “Oh. You’re sill on that.” to whatever I said.

Well, yes. Since I couldn’t walk 10 metres without having to review someone else who looked (and was) worse, or comfort some relatives, or be bombarded with questions, or do some unplanned but nonetheless reasonably urgent job, I did complete the job I was meant to, but I haven’t managed to do the million other things still pending.

I was a bit wary of being paired with them for this chunk of the rota for this reason. I respect their judgement clinically, and outside of being paired in a team with them, I think they are nice enough. But since we’ve been on the same team they struck me as someone who is ends up displeased with everyone and everything they work with. They don’t seem to think much of anyone they’ve worked with, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The irony is, I shouldered more jobs than them yesterday, and the’ve never appeared to be a fast worker themselves.

I’m not the fastest junior on the block; I’ll admit it. But I’m far from the slowest. And multiple seniors have told me that they think I’m organised and thorough; even the mean registrar from my last placement who I’m pretty sure didn’t even like me at all. I actually find it really, really hard to believe compliments at work; even though three or four senior colleagues have said the same thing I still find myself trying to write it off as their being nice. I don’t think I’d find it as hard to accept if I hadn’t worked with people whose tone and conduct implied otherwise.

Which is why this matters: if you treat your juniors like rubbish, they’ll start to believe they are. And that’s not fair or right.

And I know I’m not rubbish. I work hard, I try to prioritise according to plan, and I try to get as much as possible done in the time I have. I don’t always get *everything* done, but neither does anyone else in a department that is incredibly busy. It’s chaotic even by the standards of a generally busy speciality, according to my seniors who have worked in lots of different hospitals.

I know they were run off their feet today; I grabbed lunch when they told me to, whilst phoning the lab and checking bloods, they didn’t eat lunch at all. We both late over one and a half hours late, still with many of the less urgent jobs incomplete. Yes, our jobs list was still woefully unticked in many places, as it often is when there is just too much to do. Even with a couple of extra pairs of hands today from teammates who were meant to be in clinic, we couldn’t manage it.

But that’s not my fault, nor is it theirs.

And I’m not happy with colleagues who imply whether intentionally or not that you’re just not working hard or fast enough when you’re already flat out. Colleagues who snap at you to ‘just go and do X’ as if you are a child when you are just trying to confirm which of the zillion jobs they would really like you to do, given that you’re both supposed to be home by now.  Colleagues who don’t stick up for you when the consultant questions why an EDS wasn’t completed when it was utter chaos. Colleagues who don’t mind you staying late to do things like paperwork but won’t so much as say ‘thank you for working hard today’.

I hadn’t quite realised how well some colleagues handle stressful situations until I’d worked with others that… don’t. I used to find it almost odd when seniors thanked me for working hard, like, of course I am? It’s my job.

But I get it now, I totally do.

Because acknowledging that someone has done their best when it’s been a car crash of a day is so bloody important that you wouldn’t believe it until you’ve lived both kinds of awful days. The kind with nice seniors and the kind with not-so-nice seniors.

When it feels like there’s an endless pile of jobs and you must be a failure for not getting through them all, you need someone to tell you it’s OK and that you’re not a bad person. Because we all work our absolute best to leave less of a wreck for the teammates on the next shift. It’s insulting to approach everyone as if they are not trying, because people usually are. And I find seniors who approach working with you with the belief that you are trying your best so much more humane to work with. And in turn we work incredibly hard when we feel valued; a little goes a long way.

I always thank the previous team if it looks like they’ve had a bad shift. I always tell them it’s OK, no matter what chaos is left for my shift to fix. They did their best; I have no doubt of that.

I have no juniors under me (I might get an FY1 though, yay!) but I’ve already made a mental note that I’m going to be the senior who remembers to thank their juniors for working hard. I’m going to try my best to cheer them up, not bring them down. 

And I’m never going to be the kind of senior who is run off their feet with unexpected chaos but wonders in patronising tones why their junior isn’t magically powering through the exponentially-increasing jobs list.

Memo to future and current docs: this is how you don’t do teamwork.