steady as a surgeon

dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”

“Don’t check your phone,” Moose hisses to Kent as they head back to the locker room. “You have to do media. Do not.”

“What?” Kent’s head snaps up. His eyes are panicked.

“Please,” Moose says. “Trust me. Don’t look yet.”

“You need to tell me everyone is okay,” Kent says. “You tell me right now or I’m checking in front of all of them.”

Moose nods.

Kent relaxes infinitesimally.

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anonymous asked:

one time bones is kinda tipsy and he runs into spock in the halls, stops, makes spock stop, just to say "your hands are very nice, spock. ive seen them when you work on your little---" he waves his hands in the air vaguely, hiccuping "--- scientific doo dads and what not, very steady, and long fingers, too. you'd probably make a good surgeon, in fact, i know you would. you wouldn't settle for any less" then before spock can reply bones just nods and stumbles off. spock doesn't know what to think

Imagine the next day when Spock is working on his latest experiment. He catches Doctor McCoy in the corner of his eye, and notices that Leonard’s gaze is steady focused on his hands. 

He can’t stop the green blush that rises. 

Ghosts in the Daylight: Chapter 4

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Jamie trudged through the soggy streets, shivering and alone. His friendly ghost– Claire, he reminded himself. Her name is Claire– could not follow him home. Caged within the confines of her– and his– home, she could only exit to visit her body… Which is what she had done that night, showing Jamie the remnants of a life that could have been. 1873-1897. Twenty-four years old. A child, younger than he was now.

She had left him on the outskirts of the cemetery, bidding him farewell and safe journeys home before disappearing before his eyes.That seemed to be her forte, and he wondered if he should grow acclimated to such mystical actions. Perhaps that wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Skipping up to his door, he stopped just short of opening it. Would she be there, waiting for him? He half hoped, half dreaded.

The door creaked in protest, surely frightening off any spirits that may be hiding in the corners. But there she stood, gazing out of the back window, fingers twitching rhythmically at her sides. A humming slowly rose from her chest, singing a low haunting melody he had never heard before. He didn’t wish to disturb her, didn’t want to interrupt the harmonies that sprang from her. So he stood behind her, and listened.

The song rose and fell, pitches came and went; but one thing remained the same: the bone-deep sadness that inflated every note. And when it finally ended, the last note hung in the air, vibrating like a church bell.

Jamie was the first to speak. “What was that? That song ye were singing?”

“I don’t know. I made it up. A long time ago.” Jamie sensed she had more to say, and waited for her to continue. “I used to play the piano when I… was alive.”

“Were ye any good?”

She grinned at his poor attempt at teasing. “Yes. My hands were always so… reliable.” Said hands rose, outlined by the glowing moonlight. “Never faltering. Steady.”

“Like a surgeon of music. Cutting it open, rearranging it. Making it better.”

Her hair whipped about her face as she threw a smirk over her shoulder. “How poetic of you.”

“Well, I am a writer, ken?”

“I know. I saw you. Writing on your little…” Her hands stretched in front of her, miming. “Typewriter.”

“Laptop.”

“Oh.” She turned away from him, again, her gaze unwavering out the window. “I used to have a garden out there. Tended to it like it was my child. I had no children, you see.”

Jamie didn’t wish to interrupt such a wistful monologue, but he felt the need to make his sympathy known. “I’m verra sorry, Claire.”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t meant to be, I suppose. My husband blamed me, of course. And perhaps it was my fault–”

“Dinna say that.”

A sad smile crossed her face, transforming it into a mask of sorrow and longing. “Why not? I know more, now. Know that sometimes bodies don’t work the way they should. But that’s no matter. My garden gave me something to take care of. To nurture. It was my safe place.”

She paused, and began drifting down the hallway toward the sitting room. Jamie followed. She couldn’t leave her story there; he wanted to hear more.

Claire lowered herself onto the sofa, its cushions undisturbed by her body. Jamie sat next to her, wanting to be close… needing to be close.

He was the first to speak. “Will ye tell me more about yer life?”

Her shoulders quivered in a shrug. “There’s not much I remember, honestly. My memories… they’ve faded. Just bits and pieces: The smell of my father’s study, like must and old books. My mother brushing my hair. The snow on my wedding day. Fragments of my life that I can’t completely put together.”

“How did ye die?” Jamie realized his faux pas, but the word were already out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry…”

Claire scoffed. “Perhaps I should be offended, but I’m not. You see, that’s another thing I cannot remember. I don’t know how I died.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just… yer so young–”

She placed a hand on his shoulder. He felt it, but just barely; like a light breeze fluttering his shirt. “It’s all right.”

“I’m no verra familiar with ghost etiquette.”

A laugh burst through her chest, crinkling her entire face, marking her with joy. “Well,” she gasped. “I suppose you’ll learn. After all, you’re stuck with me.”

That thought didn’t plague him with the dread or despair it might’ve at one time. Instead, he felt a warmth in his chest at the prospect of sharing his days with this lovely, spectral being.

Claire. Her name is Claire.

Dating Peter Parker Would Include:
  • Going to the same school together but being too nervous to actually talk to one another
  • Sharing glances at each other in class while the other isn’t paying attention
  • First talking to Peter when you ask him to help tutor you in Chemistry
  • Peter being a totally flustered dork around you during your study sessions
  • Peter growing completely confused when he realizes you’re passing Chemistry with a high A
  • “I just don’t understand, all your test scores say you’re exceeding in class and-”
    “The truth is, I sort of made up the whole needing a tutor thing so I could hang out with you. I know it’s lame and stupid but I couldn’t come up with a better reason to talk to you.”
    “Wait… you wanted to hang out with me?”  
  • Peter asking you out on a real date that doesn’t involve books and homework
  • Going to see the new Star Wars movie together and him trying to contain himself the entire time and not geek out in front of you
  • Him asking you to be his girlfriend in the most romantic way; you two would be over at his place hanging out and he’d order a pizza then when the food came Peter would let you open it only to find written on the inside of the pizza box in black sharpie was ‘I know this is cheesy but will you be my girlfriend’
  • Aunt May watching the whole thing from the doorway of her room
  • Being the two biggest dorks on the planet together
  • Trying to cook together but failing miserably and turning to takeout instead
  • Purposefully going the extra mile to keep his Spider-Man business a secret from you
  • Peter being protective of you
  • Especially at school he always keeps an extra eye out for you to make sure no one is giving you a hard time
  • Cute nose kisses
  • Meeting at your locker in between classes
  • Holding hands in the hallway
  • Stealing all his clothes, especially his warm hoodies and sweatpants
  • Let’s be honest, the two of you would totally have a snapchat streak
  • Surprising the hell out of Peter when you walk into school with a Spider-Man shirt on
  • “Oh… uh, you like Spider-Man? I didn’t know that.”
    “Yeah of course I do! He’s amazing so heroic, brave, and strong. I bet he’s got a million girls chasing after him.”
    “Well I bet there’s one girl out there that’s got his heart.”
  • Forcing Peter to take cute couple selfies with you
  • Exploring New York city together
  • Cute nicknames
  • Peter buying you, with the help of Tony Stark, front row tickets to see Hamilton for your birthday
  • “Peter this is insane, honestly you’re the best! How did you score these? They must have cost you a fortune!”
  • “Believe me, Y/n, you’re worth it and besides I had a little help.”
  • Peter gushing to Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers about you
  • “She’s smart, funny, gorgeous- and oh she’s got this one of a kind smile and laugh. Don’t even get me started on her eyes.”
  • Natasha giving Peter dating advice
  • Aunt May being your biggest supporter
  • Very light PDA 
  • Long talks about your future together
  • “After I graduate from John Hopkins and get a steady job as the best Pediatrics surgeon in the universe, I want three kids; two boys and a girl. I want to have a home in Boston maybe, possibly stay in Queens but get a bit of an upgrade from my crumbling apartment. Then once I get rich enough off my award winning world changing surgeries I’ll buy a penthouse in New York City or Brooklyn and then buy a private island in a country of my own and live the rest of my life there.”
    “I’d say that’s a pretty reasonable plan, babe. Hopefully there’s room in there somewhere for me.”
    “Oh yeah, sorry I got so caught up in all my high achievements I forgot about marrying my best friend, I thought that would be assumed.” 
  • Walking to and from school with Peter
  • Thousands of cuddle sessions
  • Struggling to fit on his twin bed together
  • Watching The Office together
  • Aunt May comparing you two to Pam and Jim
  • “I mean obviously Y/n wasn’t engaged before you two dated but you guys are just as adorable as them!”
  • Study dates
  • Coffee shop dates before school
  • Strolls around the city during winter
  • Freaking out to Peter when you see Iron Man flying in the sky one day, of course not knowing Peter had met him on multiple occasions,
  • “He was so close, Peter. You wouldn’t have believed it! And he swooshed down and oh my goodness I almost had a heart attack! It was life changing truly amazing!”
  • Innocent make-out sessions
  • Testing out all the pizzas shops in Queens and Brooklyn to figure out which place is the best
  • Forcing him to watch romantic 80s movies
  • Him forcing you into watching Back to the Future and The Big Bang Theory
  • F.R.I.E.N.D.S marathons
  • Endless inside jokes and stupid science puns
  • Having girls days with Aunt May
  • Becoming suspicious of Peter when he starts canceling on your dates, disappearing, and showing up to school late with random bruises
  • Barging into Peter’s apartment after school and walking straight into his room ready to yell at him for missing yet another date but instead finding him struggling to get out of a red and blue onesie
  • “Listen here Parker if you want to break up with me then do it, alright? I’m sick of you skipping out on all of our dates, ignoring my text messages and… is that- where did you- are you… are you Spider-Man?”
  • After a long, long, talk with Peter you finally come to the realization that your boyfriend is Spider-Man
  • All of your previous anger evaporating and fangirling for a solid minute
  • Making him try on the suit for you
  •  “You look so handsome, Peter. Wait does this mean you know all the Avengers?”
  • Spider-Man jokes
  • “Where’s Spiderman’s home page? On the world wide web!”
  • “Hey Peter, What does Spiderman put in his beverages? Just ice!”
  • Constantly worrying about Peter when he sneaks off for his ‘saving the city’ business
  • Him stumbling into your window late at night and patching him up
  • “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to wake you up It’s just Aunt May can’t see me like this again or she’ll worry sicks and I had no where else to go.”
  • “You can always come to me, Peter. Never forget that.”
  • Small disagreements here and there about petty things like space, the importance of math, and how many pizzas it would take to cover the planet
  • Peter constantly fearing that he isn’t enough for you
  • “It’s just… well you’re gorgeous and everything a guy could ever dream of. Y/n you’re practically the ideal image of a perfect girl and I can’t help but feel like you deserve more… that I’m not good enough for you. I mean maybe if Spider-Man-”
  • “Peter Parker you could not be more wrong. I love you- I fell in love with Peter Parker not Spider-Man. He’s not a bad bonus but it’s you that I love. You’re more than enough if anything I should be the one worrying about losing you. You mean the world to me!”
  • Peter buying you a Spider-Man t-shirt as a joke
  • Meeting the Avengers and freaking out over Captain America much to Peter’s dismay
  • “Y’know Spidey, I hate to say this but to be completely honest… I’m team Cap.”


-Daizy xx

Omega Jobs

So disclaimer, a person can strive to be whatever they want to be, this is just a “common omega jobs” thing.

~Jobs aren’t really hard to come by for omegas.

~ Many Omegas, after they’ve had pups, will choose to work from home or choose to be on call at home 

~ Omegas are very steady, so many are encouraged to become surgeons at young ages

~ Omegas are also very organized (You have to be when most Alphas aren’t capable of it. lol) So many jobs pertaining to that are encouraged

~ Omegas become good teachers (The whole working from home, online, thing comes into play)

~ Omegas make wonderful store/restaurant owners and managers because they are so well organized and many have a knack for cooking  

~ Because Omegas are natural protectors of their pups and usually natural teachers they make great self defense instructors

~ Also Omegas tend to be more flexible of all the dynamics and make the best yoga instructors ~ Because they have a nuturing and comforting personality it is easier for Omegas to become therapists ~ Many Omegas choose to be homemakers after they have pups. Even though some say it’s old fashioned (or their only purpose). It entails everything previously stated that an omega is good at.

fic idea???

so guysss… even if i’m obsessed with riverdale, i really really love grey’s anatomy and bones (medical/mystery shows are an obsession of mine) so i want to see if i can write a fic that combines the two/three! if i continue it, i’m going to call it blossom memorial hospital. would anyone read this??

jughead jones, despite his age, is one of the best cardiologists that riverdale and its surrounding towns have ever seen. after a tragic breakup because he wasn’t living to his full potential, he threw himself into his career, eventually earning himself a scholarship to NYU, and consequently NYU School of Medicine. though he had a successful career in new york he came back to riverdale to aid his sister JB in being a single mother.

betty cooper is a neonatologist (a doctor that specializes in premature and critically ill infants who require immediate treatment at the risk of fatal consequences). when her sister polly’s twins were born prematurely, she took a special interest in their health. little did she know, it would develop into a lifelong passion.

veronica lodge is a second year resident, trying to win the approval of her mentor, cheryl blossom. the question is, how far will she go, and will it turn into something more? what will be the consequences??

josie mccoy is the nurse-in-training that, even though she’s not an official part of the team yet, is probably the most determined, motivated, and organized person at the hospital. she knows how to do her job, and to do it well. plus, with her twelve hour shifts, she only has to work three days per week, leaving time for her music career.

cheryl blossom is the neurosurgeon of the team. though outside of the operating room, she may make her patient’s nervous with her biting commentary, inside, she makes them feel comfortable with the knowledge that she definitely knows what she’s doing.

kevin keller is the charismatic receptionist that makes every patient comfortable in the hospital before surgery, or even something as simple as a checkup. behind the scenes, he knows all of the hospital’s hottest gossip, and is sure to inform his best friend, betty.

archie andrews is a pediatric surgeon. sometimes, after sharing some tough news, he gets out his guitar like the good ol’ days. despite his sometimes oblivious tendencies, he has impressively steady hands during surgery, making him the best (and only) pediatric surgeon at the hospital.

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T.G.I.F

Thank god for Fridays.

Fridays are when you can kind of do whatever the hell you want because you can and that generally is good enough reason to have birthdays on Fridays. You think that if at any time you can have a birthday on a Friday, you totally should.

That honor this year belongs to one Kurloz Makara, your smokin’ hottie ass goth boyfriend.

This is good because you sure fucking have some shit planned.

It’s always sort’ve been a thing you’ve known but haven’t really addressed, he straight up told you what he wanted to do to you but it’s the problem of working up the courage to actually do it and tell him that you want to do it. It’s awkward to talk about for some reason.

So when you finally tell him your decision, it’s over text.

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The Prospect of Being Incapacitated

Based on this prompt: “I got this headcanon from a good friend while talking about our problematic fav Eric: your boyfriend Eric getting seriously hurt and he has to undergo a surgery and he is a little bit afraid or something like that and you have to promise to him, that you´ll stay by his side till he wakes up and that everything will be good then? thank you so much :D hugs” *hugs back* Thank you! I hope you like it, Nonnie!

Rating: G 
Pairing: Eric/reader 
Fandom: Divergent 
By: @felywrites
Title: The Prospect of Being Incapacitated

   He wouldn’t look at you. He was refusing to as he stared at the wall across from him, jaw clenched tightly. You held  his hand gently, squeezing it with your fingers every now and then. The only reason you knew he was still paying attention was because every now and then, he would squeeze back

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Sonia: Good morning. My name’s Sonia…Sonia…um…
Her mind is frozen. Then her eyes meet Genevieve’s.
Sonia: Sonia Green. Senator Sonia Green. I’ve just been elected as your local member and I’m out door knocking to introduce myself and to see if there’s anything I can help you with.
Genevieve smiles and opens the door wide.
Genevieve: Oh, I’m sure that there’s lots you can help me with, Senator. Please come in.
At the hospital Tom is relishing his role of Concerned Husband. 
Tom: Genevieve? Genevieve! Can you hear me? Who’s that at the door? How many times have I told you not to answer the door when I’m not home? There’s a lot of sickos out there! Gen! Say something! I’m getting worried now-
He’s changed out of his surgical gown and is sprinting to his car, still listening to the phone.
Now he can hear groaning. He fumbles for his keys and drops them on the asphalt. He wonders what the hell he is doing. It goes without saying that a surgeon needs to have steady hands. Normally he won’t even drink coffee in case there’s a risk of it causing his hands to tremble. Right now his whole body is shaking! But he can’t deny Genevieve anything. She’d make his life unbearable if he did.

some thoughts after plucking? shaping? my dense as hell eyebrows for the past hour and a half because i woke up early and tweezers were on the coffee table and i’m trying to max out my possible appearance score for this thing i have later.

-plucking eyebrows is like trying to build a sandcastle one grain of sand at a time and halfway through you start to forget what sandcastles even look like. should a rampart go here? maybe a drawbridge? also whenever you move a grain of sand someone rips a single hair out of your face with a little metal claw.

-the pain starts out intense and then you get over it and then you start to almost enjoy it which is troubling and makes you want to look inward, but you don’t because this is about what’s on the outside.

-two minutes in it’s fun, you just grab at everything obviously out of place and yank it out. it’s like painting a wall, at first you just get to do these big, sweeping strokes with the roller, then you get to the end and there are spots all around the ceiling and electrical outlets and you’re like, ‘i could go in and finesse all this little stuff, but i could also see myself living with it, you know?’“

-you need a really steady hand to do this. i bet brain surgeons kill at doing their eyebrows. they operate on brains, they probably don’t lose all motor skills when they have to hold the tweezers in their left hand for a second. if you ever go to a brain surgeon and their eyebrow game isn’t on point, well, look, don’t leave. you’re at a brain surgeon because something’s wrong. just let them take care of it. 

-if only you could sync up eyebrows. you pluck one hair on the left and the corresponding hair on the right disappears too.

-when you pluck a hair and you feel it, but then you look at the tweezers and you didn’t get anything. that shouldn’t be allowed to happen. i’m not going for a more plucks to hair ratio. it should be 1:1. scratch that, it should be at least three hairs to one pluck, i don’t have a million years.

-an hour and a half later i don’t see a difference, but when i try to make expressions my face hurts.

-"shit, can i put that one back in?”

-a pun about arch support

I’ll Never Go Away: Set following 11x24, an honest discussion ensues that could make or break them as a couple; April has a decision to make and Jackson has pride to protect.

I wanted to write something of substance again because I feel like I haven’t (written any angst) in a while, and I think this does the trick. Let me know if it’s good, bad, wonderful or terrible, okay? Thanks and I hope you enjoy! :)

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anonymous asked:

"Are you jealous?"

Maid AU (cuz everyone liked it)

Jack grumbled as he looked out his window, his glass of lemonade in one hand while he leaned against the kitchen counter with the other. The summers were hot in the city and even with his suburb mansion, he was still effected by the heat. So naturally he hired maintenance for his toys to help the summer go by smoothly. Like the pool. His blue eyes narrowed, as his hand tightened around the glass.

“Sir?” someone called from behind him.

“What?” he grumbled, never looking away.

“You are going to break that glass, sir.”

Jack looked down at the glass in his hands and cringed at the amount of force he had in his grip. He placed it on the counter and shook out his hand. He turned to his cook who stood with him in the massive kitchen area. Jack never used it, only Rapunzel and Kristoff did. The big blonde raised an eyebrow at his boss.

“Am I lacking, Kris?” Jack asked, his face in a perpetual manly pout, his arms out, “I mean look at me, I’m one of the most eligible bachelors in the country!”

Kristoff looked his boss over. While Jack was only an inch or two shorter than him, he was much wealthier. He wore a pair of probably expensive knee length khaki shorts with a light blue men’s tank top that hugged his frame. It was obvious he worked out and he wasn’t an ugly guy. The blonde shrugged in response before turning the fire down on his sauce for the chicken.  

Jack gave him an annoyed look, “What does that mean?”

Kristoff shrugged again, “That I’m straight?”

“Ugh, you’re fired.” Jack grumbled, looking out at his backyard again from the window. Kristoff ignored the comment since it wasn’t the first time he was fired and it wouldn’t be the last.

“He has nice hair.”

Jack frowned.

He had made the mistake of hiring a pool boy. He went with an old friend of the family’s and the old coot sent his son. His attractive, long haired, goateed, tanned skin son who was currently flirting with his maid while cleaning his pool. HE WAS CLEANING THE POOL! Why did she think this was attractive? But she stood off to the side as ‘Flynn’ worked, wearing some small jean shorts and a purple tight tank top that showed off her curves. He should make her wear a uniform. A long uniform.

She would smile and he would give her a smirk back. Jack watched as switched back and forth from foot to foot, her bare toes standing in the small bit of shade allowed by the palms that surrounded his large pool.

“She’s flirting with him.” Jack mumbled.

“Are you jealous?” Kristoff asked with a goofy smile. As long as he had been working for the young millionaire, he had never seen the guy get jealous over any of the girls he brought home. Not a model or actress or heiress.

“No.” Jack replied with a bit of indignation. “She’s just…supposed to be doing her job!" 

The blonde cook opened the oven while rolling his eyes, “So she doesn’t get a break to talk with the new hire?”

"No breaks!” Jack said with another rather childish pout on the adults face. Kristoff gave him a look as he put on his oven mitts,

“Really?” he asked blandly.

“Kristoff, dont talk back to me.” Jack said pointing at him with the same childish face, “You’re fired.”

“Before or after dinner?” The big brute asked holding the seasoned brown chicken in his mitts.

“After.”

Jack put his chin in his hand, leaning his elbows on the counter as he watched his maids pert backside sway as she still carried on with smiling and talking with the pool boy. He missed the way Kristoff laughed at him. His blue eyes followed the handsome pool boy as he walked up to the blonde maid. They were both right in his sights and his eyes narrowed.

*

Rapunzel giggled as the shirtless pool boy walked up to her. He was very handsome. With his sideways smile and how his muscles flexed when he bent over the pool. Sure, he wasnt very bright but he was charming. She bit her lip as he took a glass of Kristoff’s fresh lemonade, lemonade that she had brought out for him during his hard work under the hot sun. 

He took a drink and ended with a satisfying ‘ahhh’

“Thanks, blondie. It’s sweet, like you.” he said with a tilt of his head. She giggled and put the tray under her arm and tucked a stray piece of golden hair behind her ear. She opened her mouth to respond—

‘CRASH’

Both heads snapped toward the glass sliding patio door. There stood Jack Frost himself in all his glory, leaning against the open door way, ankles crossed causally. His hand right hand was held out and open, the glass of lemonade was smashed in shards on the hard concrete. What the two workers noticed above all else was the dark aura he gave off as he glared daggers at the two. 

Rapunzel glared back at him and almost stomped her foot. He had a way of making her just as childish as him sometimes with these antics of his! The pool boy rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“Oops.” Jack said.

“Oops my butt.” Rapunzel mumbled as she stalked toward the trust fund heir. Her brow was furrowed and her green eyes alight with anger. She glared at him as she stepped up the stairs towards him. She stepped over the mess of glass carefully, glaring at him until she walked through the door.

She slammed the tray on the counter before heading toward the broom closet.

Jack crossed his arms and watched her with a hard gaze until she left the room. His chest deflated and he ran his hands through his hair, then back down his face dramatically,

“What did I just do?” he whined. Kristoff chuckled and poured the cream sauce of the chicken.

“No idea, but she is not happy.”

Both men were quiet when the sound of slapping bare feet on the hard wood floors rang towards them, her long blonde ponytail swung angrily behind her as she carried in the broom and dust pan. Jack quickly moved out of her way. She huffed and began to sweep the mess off the patio door way and into the dust pan. 

“Punz..” he said feeling regret for his stupid stunt as he watched her work. He reached for the broom, she yanked it away from him with a glare before going back to sweeping like a mad woman. 

“Punz, I’m sorry just give me-” he grabbed he broom and she glared up at him,

“let go.” she demanded. His eyes narrowed at her as she tugged it toward him.

“No, you let go.” he countered, yanking it back toward him.

“I said let go, Frost!” she yelled yanking it toward her.

“Punz, just give me the damn thing!” Pull.

“No!” Pull.

“Let go!” Pull.

“you let go!” Pull.

“i said let g-”

A small gasp and cry of pain made him let go of the handle. he watched as the lack of resistance when she pulled had her falling back until she fell on her butt on the patio. She looked up a him with tears in her green eyes. His own baby blue eyes were wide in shock. He didnt mean for that to happen..

His eyes glanced at her bare foot as she bent it to hold it in her hands. She glared at him, her bottom lip trembling.

“Kristoff grab me some tweezers and some band aids.” Jack called reaching for her foot. She jerked back,

“Just leave me alone, Jack!” she said, her voice cracked as she held her foot.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Punz, I didnt mean to. I just wanted-” he said softly, no longer angry just remorseful.

“You cant always get what you want, Jack! The world doesnt work that way, I dont work that way! Just because you demand something of me doesnt mean I have to give it to you!” she cried.

His face fell as he looked into her eyes and he settled in a seated position in front of her, in the small area she was able to sweep away. He heard Kristoff as he stomped up next to him but he didnt bother to look up at him. He looked at her with guilt in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Rapunzel.” he said softly, “I didnt mean for you to get hurt. I just..I got kinda jealous, and I do stupid things when I’m not used to feeling certain ways.” he rubbed the back of his head.

“Jealous?” she echoed in confusion, sniffing back her tears.

“yes, I have a thing for…being the center of attention…” he mumbled. Kristoff nodded,

“He does."  Jack glared up at the cook before looking back to his maid. He gave her a weak smile,

"I’m not used to you helping anyone but me.” he said with shrug of his shoulders. Kristoff knew that it was more than that but kept his mouth shut. He would have to figure it out on his own. 

The blonde naively shook her head at him, “That’s stupid.” she giggled before a wince.

“I’m stupid, okay?” he said with a small grin, holding out his hands for her foot, “Just let me help now?”

She hesitantly let go of her foot and placed it in his hands. Kristoff knelt down and handed the tweezers to his boss. His hands were soft and cool on her foot, her muscle in her calf jumped when touched the bottom of her foot to steady his hand. With the concentration of a surgeon, it removed the shard of sharp glass that had embedded itself in her skin. Jack let the shard fall to the pile of others and Kristoff handed him a band-aid.

Rapunzel blushed as he used those pristine white teeth to rip open the paper and pull out the bandage. He placed it over the spot softly before looking up at her. 

Jack saw the way her cheeks were pink and her green eyes watched him. He smirked proudly and leaned forward to kiss the wound. She wiggled,

“D-dont do that!” she whined.

“Kiss and make it better?” he asked. Kristoff had rolled his eyes and walked away by the time Jack started his own flirting. Flynn was on the other side of the pool watching in the mix of shock and embarrassment.

“yeah..” she said, “can I have my foot back now?”

Jack sighed dramatically, “I guess.” He let go of her foot and pushed himself up to his own feet, which were safely sandled. He offered her a hand and she took it, pulling herself up as well. She winced and rubbed her bruised backside. 

“oww.” she mumbled.

“Want me to kiss that too?” Jack smirked pulling her into the house and out of the heat.

“Isnt this considered sexual harassment in the work place?” She asked sweetly.

Kristoff burst out laughing.  

pherb  asked:

What made you choose a career in medicine? Has it always interested you or how/when did the interest spark? How are you sure that you would like being a doctor? What doubts do you have about the profession? I'm considering studying medicine myself and wondering if I should do it.

My father was a neurosurgeon and when I was growing up, everyone used to ask me if I would grow up to be a doctor. I always said no. I wanted to be an archeologist, a writer, a quantum physicist, or whatever. 

Needless to say, I had a very scattered range of interests. But to be honest, there was never something I wanted to be. For many years, I thought there was something wrong with me. Everyone had some future career they wanted to orient their lives around but all I wanted to do was read and write and learn new things. 

I can now see the ignorance mingled with wisdom, both in the people who had future career goals and in myself having no future goals. In those other people, they had their sense of identity tied into an idealized notion of a job or role. For me, I was ignorant of my privilege and the many forms of suffering in this world.

My father died the year before I left for college and after that I had very little guidance or much in the way of a role model. After college, once I had been struggling for almost two years to find a job, I had a fateful lunch with a dear friend of my father’s one day. This friend happened to be a Buddhist and someone to whom I’ve always felt connected. 

He said I should be a doctor, and he was very emphatic about it. He made a strong case for it. Between my hours of meditation and steady/dexterous hands, he insisted I would be a phenomenal surgeon. With my mix of interests between the sciences and humanities, he felt I could delve into medicine without falling into the typical coping mechanisms of seeing bodies as meat slabs. He was very passionate about it, partially due to his own past with my father. 

I thought about it for a few months and I liked it. If I had no real career ambitions of my own in the sense of seeking my happiness or fulfilling my dreams through future accomplishments, then why not benefit others? And if I wanted to engage all of myself and all of my interests, then medicine would be a truly challenging and enriching way to do so. 

I am not certain of anything, but I am applying myself as if I were. I am not expecting nor seeking vast sums of money—if I were then I would have gone into finance. I only wish to live and benefit others however I may be best able to do so.  

My premedical studies are going very well and there’s no reason to think I will not get into medical school. But if I don’t, then there’s no dream that has been shattered, no failure in which to wallow. I have learned a tremendous amount and continue to do so. 

There is always a way to help, to love, to heal. If not through one role, then through another. Nothing can really stop you or get you down if you’re not doing it for yourself alone. And sometimes, on a cosmically capricious day, your expansive intention rallies behind you the momentum of the universe. 

Namaste :) Much love. 

vincent-van-goaway  asked:

What are some good exercises for improving dexterity and steadiness for future surgeons?

Thanks for your question!

Well first off, the obvious answer is to repeatedly play the game of operation. There is no better simulation:

For the strength to perform those 10 hour surgeries, add in some finger push-ups:

Then for dexterity and precision, toss in a couple nose picking sessions:

In more seriousness, you need to practice proper surgical technique. Ask a surgeon or go to a hospital operating room and get some surgical tools: suture with needle, needle driver, scissors and pick-ups. Once you get these, you can practice suturing hot dogs, pigs feet or even orange peels. I don’t recommend suturing your friends.

If you can’t get suturing tools, the very least you can do is get fishing line and practice your knot tying. Sometimes, during lectures or meetings, I tie surgeon’s knots around the arm or leg of the chair I am sitting in.

Hope this helps!