things the doctor has taught me

anonymous asked:

What do you think everyone needs to know?

Here are a few things that I have found useful knowing. I’m glad I have learned these things over the years. Obviously this list isn’t for everyone and I’m not saying every single person needs to know how to do every single thing on this list (cooking and budgeting would probably be priority). However, I think if your goal is to become a very well-rounded, experienced, knowledgeable person, it may be of some use to know how to do these things.

My old roommate asked me this same question once and I said “cook, do laundry, iron, sew (very basic), and budget”. She stared at me after realizing she didn’t know how to do any of it and said “oh well I’ll just hire people for all of that”. Sure that’s all good and well, whatever floats your boat but I truly believe that each person should be a self sufficient, functioning, mature human being (at least by the time you graduate college)

Of course I don’t expect everyone to cook a 5 course meal, iron a collared shirt properly, or sew a quilt. Also I realize this list is mostly for girls. I do believe both girls and guys need to be fully functioning mature self-sufficient people, however when’s the last time you saw a guy sew? Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t know how to do it…just guys don’t typically think “hmm there’s a hole in this shirt, let me sew it up”…it usually just ends up in the trash

Before graduating high school:

  1. How to make your own lunch. Stop having your mom make and pack it for you. Along the same lines, if your mom wakes you up every morning…get an alarm clock
  2. Please know proper grammar. College professors won’t find it cute that you don’t know the difference between your and you’re, or there, their, and they’re 
  3. How to cook a few basic meals so when you go to college you don’t starve (my old roommate once asked me if you cook pasta directly in the jar the sauce comes in, or if you cook it first somewhere else, then put the sauce on top…she was 19…don’t be this person)
  4. How to handle yourself on social media. Don’t be that girl barely wearing any clothes, posting pictures of you drinking underage on social media. Colleges, graduate schools, and jobs will look at your social media and I promise you don’t look cool drinking alcohol at 19. 
  5. Know your manners. This is something that should be taught from such a young age, but so many people forget it. Please be polite, respectful, and kind to others especially those in the restaurant or commercial industry or authority figures. Also, learn to put your phone down once in awhile. Especially during dinner or when you’re hanging out with friends. What’s on your phone will still be there when you pick it up again, but we only get so many meaningful interactions to talk, listen, or learn with people we care about. 
  6. How to sew and iron. Your grandma isn’t always going to be there for you; especially when you go to college (I’m not talking about hardcore on a sewing machine, but know how to sew up a hole or fix a button). My middle school required a home economics class and I’m so glad it did.
  7. Know how to do your own laundry, clean, and make your bed
  8. Have some work experience. At least 1-2 years whether it’s babysitting, an internship, volunteering, or an official paid job
  9. Learn how to manage money. Save some, and learn how to budget so when/if you go to college you’re not broke
  10. Know how to do a basic car check (oil, tire pressure, know what the service lights mean, know what to do incase of an emergency or flat tire) (AAA is key)
  11. Know how to use basic tools…dad won’t be with you in your apartment when you need to fix something. I’ll admit I’m still working on these last two…luckily I have a boyfriend that does them for me but I think if you’re a girl living on your own or with roommates they are necessary to know. 

Before graduating college:

  1. How to write a killer resume, CV, and cover letter. Also how to respectfully ask for a recommendation letter. And how to professionally handle yourself in an interview or work situation. 
  2. How to manage your time and try not to procrastinate. It’s really important to have some healthy habits, workout regularly, and make time for yourself 
  3. Know how to dress for an interview and the differences between business casual and business professional (let me know if you need to know the difference). 
  4. Know how to walk in heels. Wear flats or 1-2 inches for job interviews and save everything else for Friday night. But don’t be that girl stumbling around because her heels are too tall. Likewise, don’t be that girl who complains about how bad her feet hurt because that’s just annoying. Don’t wear the shoes if you can’t walk in them for at least an hour, I dont care how cute they are. 
  5. Know how to dress for your body type and your age. Crop tops are cute and fun freshman year, but after that it’s time to get a more mature wardrobe. My personal rule for going out is you can accentuate one part of your body, but only one, or else it’s too much (obviously there are some exceptions…short shorts and a crop top isn’t one of them). Again this is just my personal rule…I’m not here to tell girls how to dress. If a crop top and short shorts make you feel cute and confident then go for it girl! Who am I to make fashion rules?
  6.  Likewise, have clothes that fit you properly, a basic everyday wardrobe (let me know if you need tips for a basic wardrobe and I can type that up). Also, have a few business outfits for interviews and professional jobs, as well as a go to black dress and a go to pair of jeans
  7. How to prepare for an interview; have a list of questions to ask at the end, and always bring a notepad and pen with you
  8. How to handle yourself during a night out. Once you graduate college it isn’t 5 drinks at a bar every other night…you have commitments and responsibilities. Learn how to have 1-2 drinks or say no to going out. You can’t show up to your job late and hungover
  9. Know how to be prepared. If I am carrying my large handbag, at all times I will have: bandaids, gel blister pads, girl things, hair ties, hand sanitizer, a lighter, a pen, a notepad, a snack, a Tide stick, tylenol, a water bottle, chapstick, a portable charger, ear phones, and more…

Before getting married:

  1. Have a good red, a good white, and a good champagne that you can always rely on
  2. Learn how to think about someone else. I feel like in college people are very self centered and unless you’re in a long term mature relationship you probably don’t understand this but…when you’re with another person you have to take into account their ideas, opinions, and feelings. It’s not all about you and your happiness isn’t the only thing that matters now. You have to communicate, compromise, and understand. 
  3. Know how to make a few basic cocktails…just because 
  4. I would say learn how to host a dinner party but that sounds very housewife-y and I know a lot of people are against that term…but if you plan on regularly having friends over for dinner or parties…learn to multitask while cooking and have a go to menu or dessert recipe 
  5. Be financially independent (this isn’t for everyone, but a priority for me. I want to be able to support myself if I ever had to alone, and not rely on my husband)

Before having a baby:

  1. The post nursing/pre-med in me feels obligated to say CPR and basic infant/child first aid
  2. Basic prenatal care, importance of prenatal vitamins, risk factors/things not to do during pregnancy (obviously no alcohol, limited caffeine, no raw fish, no lunch meats, no soft cheeses, etc.). You have to go to regular prenatal checkups and your doctor will tell you all this but…just an FYI. 
  3. Have some experience with kids whether it’s working at a daycare or babysitting your sisters kids. Babies are a lot of work and you really need experience. Take a pregnancy class if you’re very inexperienced. I’ve been working with babies/kids for 10 years and it’s great experience and has taught me so much for when I decide to have my own someday
  4. Know basic childcare…you know…basic things to keep a baby safe and alive
    1. Put babies to sleep on their backs with no blankets or toys in the crib. Know the risk factors for SIDS and how to prevent it
    2. Babies stay in a rear facing car seat until they’re 2 years old or at the highest weight and height the car seat allows
    3. Don’t begin to feed your baby solid foods until 6-8 months (foods like yogurt, baby oatmeal, and puréed veggies may start as early as 4 months). Babies shouldn’t have red meat, sugar, or cows milk until 1 year old.
    4. When you begin to feed a baby solid foods, you always start with vegetables. If you introduce fruits first, babies will be accustomed to the sweetness and probably won’t adapt well to veggies 

Hope this was helpful. Sorry it was long. Also I didn’t mean for it to sound housewife-y with the cleaning and cooking and sewing. I think girls and guys equally need a basic understanding of most of these things and these are the things I’m just really glad I’ve learned over the years!
This Letter From A Blind Boy Thanking Nintendo For His Favorite Game Will Leave You In Tears
'I cannot see with my eyes, but I have always wanted to play games, just like everybody else.'
By Takumi Harimaya, Susie Armitage

“Rhythm Heaven is particularly special for Hibiki because it’s the only video game he’s been able to play since losing his eyesight as a toddler. Hibiki’s dad, Kentaro, told BuzzFeed News that his oldest son started having problems with his eyes when he was a year and a half old. Doctors diagnosed Hibiki with a form of childhood cancer called retinoblastoma in both of his eyes. After several unsuccessful treatments, a doctor asked Hibiki’s parents to ‘choose his life or eyes.’ After a family discussion, they decided to save his life, and opted for surgery that removed both of the little boy’s eyes. Immediately after turning two, Hibiki became completely blind. Afterwards, ‘we spent days crying,’ Kentaro said. ‘But Hibiki’s positive will to live gave our family a ray of light. After starting to play the drums at age four, he has taught me so many things.’ After becoming blind, Hibiki developed a love for rhythm. When he finished Nintendo’s Rhythm Heaven series, he sent a letter to the company to thank them for making a game he could play. ‘When he became blind, he couldn’t even play with toys,’ Hibiki’s dad Kentaro said. ‘So he had to have fun with sounds by hitting the walls and floors at home. Then, we remembered that a friend in the neighborhood owns a drum set. When Hibiki was 3, we had him try it, and he was really excited by its powerful sound. Since then, he started telling us that he wants to play the drums.’ When he turned four, he started taking drumming lessons. Here’s the letter Hibiki sent to Nintendo, asking them to make more games that visually impaired people can enjoy: ‘Dear Nintendo, How do you do. My name is Hibiki Sakai, and I am in 5th grade. I cannot see with my eyes, but I have always wanted to play games, just like everybody else. There were hardly any games I could play. The only game I could actually play was Rhythm Heaven. I was able to enjoy only this game with others, and no one could beat me in this game. I have perfected the game on Game Boy Advance, Game Boy DS, Wii, and 3DS. Therefore, I strongly hope you keep making Rhythm Heaven going forward. I can handle it, even if you made it a little bit harder!!I am sure that there are many visually impaired kids besides me who want to but cannot play games. That is why I hope you develop games that people with physical disabilities can enjoy with other people. I will continue to support Nintendo. From: Hibiki Sakai’ Hibiki got a reply from Nintendo, in Braille… and in Japanese text (here’s the translation): ‘Thank you for writing to us. We are extremely happy to hear that you enjoyed and perfected all the games in our Rhythm Heaven series. Hibiki, your letter will be shared with our game developing team. We will keep doing our best to create games that everyone can have fun with. We hope you will keep supporting us.’ Hibiki’s correspondence with Nintendo has gotten more than 22,000 likes and a lot of positive responses on Twitter. ‘Hibiki was very surprised and happy about it,’ his father said. ‘He also says that now, he has something to look forward to, because he can see the possibility of a new Rhythm Heaven coming out, though no such plans have been released yet. As parents, we were truly surprised to get a prompt and sincere response to a letter written by a child. Regardless of whether a new version is released or not, we were very happy that the letter brought hope to Hibiki. Hibiki taught us that people are not unfortunate because of their disabilities, rather, the heart that is weakened by the disabilities is unfortunate. By changing his blindness from a fate to a mission, he fights on everyday toward a big goal of becoming a drummer who can bring courage & hope to the world.’ Rock on, Hibiki!”, from Buzzfeed, link above!

We Make the Kingdom - Pt.2

Image by silverdagger865

Pairing: Yongguk x OC
Genre: Fantasy, with Angst and Smut to come
Summary:  After a vampire attack leaves you almost dead, you are rescued by a group of werelions, powers long thought to be extinct. Upon discovering the same magic flows in your blood, you join their fight against encroaching vampires and another, very human monster, to save the kingdom.
Previous parts1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 ,  8, 9(M), 1011, 12, 13

Sunlight is a gift people fail to appreciate. To have your world lit and colored by it. To have it steep sleepy warmth in your skin. To remind you a new day is here for you to live. You will never take any of it for granted again. You survived. You savor the bright scarlet the sun paints your closed eyelids. It banishes the darkness of the night to the recesses of your consciousness. Just a minute longer, you promise yourself.

You roll over. Your fingers that hang over the edge of the bed brush course hair. Idly, you reach deeper to soft fur and scratch. Instead of a dog’s happy yawn, a deep moan of contentment vibrates your entire arm.

Eyes snapping open, you glance over the edge of the bed. A long feline body with a coat of burnt sienna fur stretches longer than the bed, its tail curled around the bedpost. Your hand is still buried in a long black mane. When you hurriedly snatch it back to you, the lion’s head turns up.

Gold eyes look up in a pleasured haze. They question why you stopped. You stay still with wonder and only the slightest twinge of fear. Though the lion appears anything but wild and his eyes hold more than animal intelligence, its power is unquestionable. Muscle twitches just below the fur so it ripples like a field of grass in the wind. His wide, noble head could easily fill your lap. The questioning look in his eyes slowly fades to contemplation as the lion watches you.

When he stands, you sit up and put your back to the wall. His shoulder comes as high as a horse’s, dwarfing you like a child. The lion only gives you one more glance before walking out of the room.

With your feline companion gone, you’re free to devote your curiosity to the room. Unadorned stone makes up the four walls. Three narrow windows let in your sunlight. Aside from the bed you sit in, the only other thing in the room is another blanket spread on the floor.

You frown as you remember wrecking the room. A quick look over your body finds only skin peeking through multiple fresh bandages. As if they were a signal, the aches of unseen bruises and cuts makes themselves known with a vengeance. Still, you welcome them. They are another sign that you are alive. It seems you escaped the fate you dreaded by unknown grace. You sigh in relief.

Looking at the door again, you start to wonder about your rescuers. Keeping your thoughts on them versus what they rescued you from is much more appealing. You slide to the edge to the bed even though your muscles protest. The legs of your pants fall past your feet as they hit the floor first. Your clothes are new as well. Ill-fitting and worn, but comfortable, the pants and loose shirt are obviously meant for a man.

“I wouldn’t recommend trying to stand alone just yet. You’ll probably end up on the floor.” A new man stands in the doorway, not quite in the room. Concern paints a frown on his pleasant face, but he stays cautiously still.

You grab the blanket around you. “Who are you?”

“Youngjae. I don’t know if you remember me from last night.” He points to the bandages. “I did those though and I’d like to check them again, if you don’t mind.”

“You talked to Yongguk through the door, “ you recall after some thought. You let the blanket fall to your lap, which he takes as permission to approach. As he picks up your arm with a finger to your wrist, you inquire, “Who changed my clothes?”

Youngjae blushes and looks away. “That was me as well. I promise I tried not to compromise your modesty as much as possible. I’m sorry we don’t have anything better for you, but we’re not …. accustomed to women here.”

“Oh. Are you a doctor?”

“No, but my mother is a hedgewitch and the closest to a doctor our town has. I didn’t inherit her magic, but she taught me some things before…,” His voice fades off, a melancholic twist coming to his mouth. You decide not to ask further. With a quiet apology, he begins a thorough examination of your body. His hands are light and professional. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got thrown from a horse a hundred times. Trampled by it a few times too.” When his fingers graze your collarbone, pain forces a gasp from your mouth.

“That will take more time to recover from, I’m afraid.” Youngjae reaches into a box by the bed you hadn’t noticed earlier to take out a jar. He lifts the bandage and spreads a cool salve on the inflamed skin. “Vampire venom can’t really hurt us, but it does slow down the healing process. I made this to help-”

You grab his wrist, in no mood to be told stories. The undead, able to turn you into a monster with a single bite, are a myth to scare children on stormy nights. “Vampires? They’re made up. I don’t know what kind of human monsters attacked me, but they weren’t vampires.”

He sighs and gives you a look that strays dangerously close to pity.“I wish you were correct.” Youngjae doesn’t try to free his arm. He only pushes the back of your hand onto your shoulder and pulls it back for you to see.

Yellow salve adds a greasy sheen to your skin, but it can’t hide the two small round marks of deep red. You stare at the blood.

Blood that dripped from two fangs poised above you. Fangs flashing in a wicked smile as if delighting in the futility of your desperate thrashing beneath a hold as strong as stone. Bitter cold biting into your wrists pinned helplessly. A throaty, melodic laugh amid the dark din of screams and cries and pleas. Right before your throat was torn out.

Warm hands grasp your face. “You’re safe. They won’t hurt you again. They can’t anymore. You’re safe.”

Youngjae’s face comes back into focus, but your body still trembles with fear and disgust. Magic is as commonplace to you as the sky above, but demons come to life exist only in the forbidden, untouched realms of black magic. Black magic that was said to have purged from the earth long ago. “Vampires,” you whisper. “They’re real?”

He nods. “As real as you and me, though according to the rest of the world, we shouldn’t either.”

“'We’? What do you mean by ‘we’?”

“I think it’s best to explain with the others present. I’m sure there we will have as many questions for you as you do us. We’ll have to go downstairs for that.” Youngjae replaces the bandage, slips an arm around your back, and puts your arm around his shoulder “Do you think you can stand or do you need me to carry you?”

“I can stand.” You push your body forward and up. Every muscle shrieks to stay still. Gritting your teeth, you straighten your stiff body until you’re standing on your own feet. A sheen of sweat covers your forehead from the effort to stay that way.

“Are you sure you-”

“I’m fine,” you snap. You immediately regret it. Youngjae has only been patient. “I’m sorry. I’m fine. It just hurts a little.”

He can obviously tell you’re lying, but he lets you have your dignity. “Slow steps then. Your body needs time to catch up with the damage, so don’t try to move too quickly.”

Your legs are jelly by the time you reach the door. The sight of the stairs that spiral down beyond your sight almost makes you change your mind on Youngjae’s offer. His presence beside you helps you find the determination to go on. Cautious steps, the carved handholds in the wall, and Youngjae’s steady hand around your waist keep you from tumbling, but barely.

You reach the ground floor, dizzy from the effort, and enter another large, mostly bare room. Multiple mattresses pushed together, topped with a pile of messed blankets and pillows, dominates the room. Tables piled with books and jars stand squished into the room’s far end. Youngjae pauses to let you catch your breath and guides you to yet another door.

Pure honeyed sunlight fills the long, great hall. Tattered tapestries on the high walls whisper of more plentiful times. So too do the long tables and benches turned dark with age that run the length of the hall. At one time, hundreds must have filled those seats with boisterous noise and music.

Now, only muffled murmurs echo and only five seats at the head table are occupied by a group of handsome men. You recognize Yongguk and Daehyun, but the other three are strangers. All five men stand as soon as you shuffle into the room.

“She’s alive!” cheers Daehyun. He gives you a wink.

“Of course she’s alive. Yongguk already told us. Youngjae, how could you let her walk?” One of the men rushes to you, his voice distantly familiar. He places himself under your other arm and easily matches your pace. “You should have called one of us if you needed help carrying her down. I could’ve brought her something myself.”

“Don’t bite my head off, Himchan. She insisted on coming down herself. I’ve learned better than to argue with the fairer sex,” Youngjae quips back. “I always lose.”

“You are right,” Himchan chuckles. “Someone pull out a chair for her. The one at the end of the table.”

The shorter, stockier of the other two you don’t know hurries to follow the directions.

“Thank you,” you say to him.

He smiles slightly and nods his head.

Your entire body sighs at being released from its own weight as your helpers lower you into the chair. Already exhausted, you allow your eyes to shut for moment.

Someone pushes a warm clay mug into your hand. “Drink up. It will help with the pain and speed up your recovery,” Youngjae says.

You take a wary sip, then a healthy gulp when the flavor proves sweet and flowery. Looking at him, you comment, “It’s good.”

“Glad I could surprise you.” He rolls his eyes and sits beside you. “Not all medicine tastes bad, you know.”

“Just most. That’s where I come in.” The man who had helped you is already loading a plate with bread, honey, and eggs. The smell alone has you absolutely ravenous. “You won’t find anything unappetizing on this table. Daehyun can attest to that.”

Your face jerks away from the food. Scrutinizing his face, you suddenly make the connection to his voice. Your gaze turns on guard. “Himchan. You told Daehyun to kill me.”

“But I didn’t. Aren’t you glad?” Daehyun butts in, taking the other seat on your other side.

Himchan has the good grace to look ashamed. Although not before smacking Daehyun on the shoulder. He busies himself with peeling, coring, and slicing an apple for you. “I’m very sorry about that. Forgive and forget, no?”

Your stomach is too demanding for you to hold it against him for long. You nod. As soon as he places the full plate in front of you, you eagerly dig in. The rest of the room’s inhabitants watch you with unflinching intensity. It’s only vaguely disconcerting in the face of your appetite.

Daehyun notices the way your eyes flicker between them. “We should introduce the rest of our band, shouldn’t we? I hope you remember me, the one who rescued you, Daehyun. Yongguk’s the one I brought you to last night. He’s our leader. Boys, give the lady your names?”

The one who got the chair for you inclines his head politely. “Jongup.”

“I’m Junhong.” The tall man looks the youngest of the group, his smile still carrying a boyish charm. “I’m glad you’re still alive. Who’d have thought we’d find another one of us on a vampire raid?”

Another use of 'us.’ Resolute to not have your question dodged again, you force your piece of bread away from your mouth even as your stomach grumbles. “I don’t mean to offend, because I am grateful to you all for saving me, but I don’t understand why everyone is saying 'we’ and 'us.’ I don’t know any of you.”

“It’s true. You don’t.” All eyes look to Yongguk, who’s retaken his seat on a throne-like chair. “But you are one of us, as proven last night beyond a doubt.”

“And what exactly does that entail?”

“You are a were. More specifically, a were-lion.” His eyes are level, mouth untainted by a liar’s calculating smile. “You, just as all of us here, can turn into a lion at will. A lion that is larger, faster, and stronger than any found in the wild. You have heightened senses in both forms and are impervious to magic. Most importantly, you possess an immunity to vampires.”

You keep your mouth shut as you stare back at Yongguk. Your first reaction is to laugh because weres are another fanciful fairy tale. The look on everyone’s face stops you. None of them appear to be joking. But no one has possessed that kind of ability in hundreds if not thousands of years. If anyone did in the first place. If anyone did, it certainly can’t be you.

“Every child is tested for magic when they are 7 years old.” You protest, “I have no magic. Not even a drop. If I did, the royal examiners would have found it, wouldn’t they?”

“I doubt it,” Himchan interjects. “Were-magic appears much later than most. From what we’ve read, weres don’t show signs of their magic until after the age of 13.”

“I’m much older than 13,” you point out. Eyes glancing between the others, you add, “And I’ve never changed into a lion.”

“All of us required an… unpleasant trigger to awaken our powers. Yours did so last night.” Yongguk leans forward, gaze refusing to release yours. “It’s what saved you. Think. You became a lioness.”

You look down at your hands, remembering when you thought paws had taken their place. Your fingers pull aside bandages on your arm despite Youngjae’s squawks. There are two faint piercing marks on your bicep, already almost healed. You look back at Yongguk, equally awed and miffed. “You bit me. Hard.”

“You bit her?” asks Junhong, his mouth slightly agape.

“To spark her were-blood,” Youngjae explains, patting the man’s shoulder. “I proposed that any were-blood she had would respond to an alpha. Thankfully I was right.”

Yongguk spares a small smile towards him before focusing back on you. “I apologize for inflicting more pain on you. I think you will agree it was necessary.”

With a nod, you demonstrate your understanding. You cannot deny your own heart beating. No one receives the bite of a vampire and survives to have such a miracle. The idea of having magic is intoxicating. Goosebumps raise on your arms at the memory of the power, the senses of the lioness. You want to feel that again. “Do you have to bite me again for me to change?”

Yongguk shakes his head, but it’s Himchan who answers. “You have to learn to shift forms. After your first transformation, you can only shift through conscious will or when you are in grave danger. Only the first time hurts.”

“So you all can change forms at will?”

Junhong stands and pushes away from the table with a smirk. “Watch.”

He circles the table. With a flourish, he bows before crouching. He springs up and spins in a blur. His shape changes in the blink of an eye and in front of you stands a lion as large as the one in your room. His fur and mane are lighter, pale butter yellow and caramel brown. Yet his eyes are the same bright gold.

They contain a smug pride as he pads over to your seat. He nudges aside Daehyun to rub his great head against your arm. Sunshine and grass fill your nose as he bumps harder. You try to hide your grimace and give his nose an appreciative scratch, but Youngjae’s sharp eyes miss nothing.

He reaches over you to swat at Junhong’s ear. “Be careful, her wounds are still fresh.”

A second later human Junhong is standing beside you, an apologetic hand hovering over your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you assure him. “Some parts of me are just more tender than others.”

“You’ll feel more than fine in a few days.” Daehyun pokes his head around Junhong’s arm. “We heal very quickly. Yongguk broke his arm last week and it’s as good as new now.”

“But that doesn’t mean he should be shifting just yet.” Himchan gives Yongguk a well-meaning glare. “I heard Youngjae tell you not to put the strain on your bones for a few more days. I was surprised you listened and didn’t come with us on the patrol, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you couldn’t completely resist.”

“It was necessary to keep her from harming herself or me.” Yongguk sends another smile his friend’s way. “My arm is fine, Himchan.”

“Yeah, our peerless leader will run with us again soon.” Daehyun steals a slice of your apple and smiles.

Yongguk nods, bringing the eager expressions of hunters from your companions.“Very soon. Are you finished eating?”

Himchan answers for you. “No.” He pushes your plate closer. “You’ll need it, trust me.”

Curiosity sated for the moment in the face of hunger, you need little more encouragement. Under watchful eyes, the food and tea disappear as fast as they can be replaced.

When you’re only nibbling at your bread, stomach finally full, Yongguk clears his throat.

“I know this may be unpleasant,” he says, sympathy adding a gentle layer to his deep voice, “but we need to know anything you remember about the attack on your village. This is the furthest south the vampires have ever struck and they have never stayed in one place for more than a night. We need to know why and you may have some answers for us.”

You slowly put the bread down. The urge to spit out what’s in your mouth is hard to resist. Its taste is now like ash and heavy on your tongue. You force yourself to swallow, and lower your hands into your lap. Then to remember. It’s a struggle to pull anything from the murky and battered memory of that night. It seems both long ago and just over.

Your words are halting as you try to string together the fragments of that night. “I don’t remember much… it was too quick… They struck just after dusk. I was outside. I don’t know how many there were, but I didn’t have a chance. There was just screaming and blood. Lots of blood.” The inhuman, cruel laugh rings in your ears and the shadow of an image with red eyes arises from the dark. “And… a woman.”

Yongguk frowns, his thumb starting to rub his chin.“A woman?”

“Yes. She watched.” You shiver. The woman’s face is foggy in your memory, but her horrific aura looms like an impending storm. It slithers through your mind, chilling your soul. “She enjoyed it. Every bit of it. Like it was a show put on just for her pleasure.”

“What did she look like?”

“Like something death itself would fear,” you reply without hesitation. If vampires are evil incarnate, she is their queen. “I don’t remember any details, but she was beautiful, terrible.”

The men share a long look. Their faces darken. In front of your eyes, they change from ordinary young men to men prematurely aged by horrible battles. The fleeing of innocence and easy camaraderie takes the heat the sun had lent you.

“Could they have a new leader?” Daehyun asks quietly. All signs of his earlier teasing nature have vanished beneath a mask of grimness. “We’ve only been dealing with stray loners, groups of three or four at the most. Last night we killed ten.”

“A leader would explain their new methods of attacks,” Youngjae says. “But who is she? Where did she come from? And why or how did she gain that kind of power?”

“We should talk to the wolves, see if they’ve noticed anything,” Junhong suggests. His jaw tightens as he adds, “We need to ask them how so many vampires got past them.”

“They’re spread thin, but I agree. A visit is in order soon.” Yongguk glances over at you. His expression softens and he reaches over to place a hand lightly over yours. “I think you should rest some more. I do have more questions for you, but I think this is enough for today. You can stay in the den from now on. No stairs.”

Although your brain is busy clamoring with all the new information you heard, your body has other ideas. Exhaustion is winding its way back around your mind, slowly trying to lull it to slumber. “Thank you. I think I will.”

“Wait.” Jongup pauses when the other men look at him expectantly. “We still haven’t asked her an important question.”

“And what question is that?” Yongguk asks.

Jongup turns to you. “What’s your name?”

The others’ dumbfounded looks are almost comical enough to make you laugh. Your mirth fades when the answer doesn’t instinctively fall from your tongue. You rack your mind. Your mouth falls open as you heart tosses between panic and bewilderment.

“I don’t know.”

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If you didn’t get the hint, I really, really hate MCU. I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade, but what Marvel has done is way too personal for me to be quiet. The one thing I will force upon you with all my heart, is my pure hatred of the Doctor Strange movie. I’m begging you, please boycott Doctor Strange.

What Marvel is doing with this film is inexcusable. I’m Tibetan, and I grew up in America as a child of refugees. My father was a fan of Marvel comics as a child, and one of his favorite stories was Doctor Strange’s, because of his connection to our homeland, Tibet. The Ancient One was a high Tibetan lama who taught Doctor Strange the art of magic. You might think Marvel’s only crime is whitewashing him, but its a lot worse then that. tl;dr Marvel blatantly turned the Ancient One into a white woman, as well as changed Doctor Strange’s original setting of Tibet to Nepal, in order to avoid any involvement with Tibet’s current politics (aka oppression) with Communist China

The reason my parents are refugees is because of the Chinese genocide of Tibetans. Tibet is a country occupied by China, and is one of the most oppressed countries in the world. You probably don’t know much about it because of China’s position as a global superpower as well as the government’s complete control of media and news. There is no freedom of speech in all of China, therefore national censorship is extremely common and no one who isn’t involved really knows anything. China pretends that all Tibetans are happy and they really do not like anyone even mentioning the Tibet situation, especially outsiders. 

Marvel knows this, one of their main markets is their viewers in China. China has banned a lot of foreign films for long periods of time because of even slight implications of Tibetan oppression (ex: the Avatar the Last Airbender movie). Doctor Strange could get banned if they included Tibet, meaning millions lost. Why bother risking loosing money from China when you can just whitewash everything to cover it up? This is Marvel’s direct statement that they care more about money then human rights, and I’m honestly not surprised. This has always happened, and it will happen again. Literally no one gives a fuck about Tibetans, I’ve seen it happen all my life. Westerners and the Chinese government alike want to hide our oppression, hide our culture until it makes them money, and hide our millions of deaths and losses. If you do happen to be one of the few who do care, please, please, do not support this film and boycott Doctor Strange. 


It’s been a while since I posted anything personal. My family life has been a very hectic rollercoaster for the past year. It’s overwhelming to post updates, but people often ask how things are going. Here’s a tiny recap of the last several months…

As many of you know, last December, I delivered my little girl. She came nearly four months early, and it was a very scary and emotional time. Our life has since been filled with hospital rooms and surgeries. Doctors, specialists, pokes and prods- our poor girl has endured so much. Her strength and patience astounds me, and she has already taught us so much.

Regardless of the grim circumstances of her birth and health, our girl has fought hard and survived. She is barely nine months old, and has over a dozen major surgeries under her belt. There have been countless setbacks and what could only be explained as “bad luck”, but we are finally progressing in a positive direction.

It was a looong wait, but she is finally living at home with us. I am completely unable to describe how it feels to have my whole family under one roof. To see her in her own bed at home… there just aren’t words.

On top of all of the complexities of having a “sick” baby, we found out we were expecting our third child. 17 weeks into the pregnancy, my water broke. The fear of having another preemie was debilitating.

By some miracle though, labor didn’t start. We visited the doctor weekly to check for a heartbeat on our newest addition to our family, and week after week, we were shocked to find the baby still alive. Not only living, but growing and thriving as if nothing had happened. It’s been 13 weeks since, and my pregnancy is now as normal as can be. We could not be more shocked or grateful for this miracle.

Through all of these trying situations, my strong husband has continued to work and provide for our family- a task that has not been easy for him, but for which I am so thankful.

I am also appreciative of my sweet 3 year old and his unending patience with everything- the doctor visits, the waiting rooms, the attention given to his sister… I am truly lucky to have such a little gentleman for a son.

With all of the events and unexpected turns, I have unfortunately had to put my fitness on pause. This has been a struggle within itself, but putting my family first has been a necessity. I hope that things will calm down enough for me to jump back into my goals once I am cleared by a doctor after my third child is born. Let’s hope that “bad luck” runs out soon!

Though this year certainly has not gone as planned, I am hopeful for the future. It hasn’t been an easy time, but we have done our best.

Thank you all for your support and friendship through the pain and stress. I appreciate every little note and check-in more than you can know.

Much love.
'Grey's Anatomy' Hits 300 Episodes: Shonda Rhimes on an End Game and What's Ahead at Netflix | THR

“I can’t believe that this little show that we wrote and thought was a lot of fun in the beginning has turned out to be this thing that has really taught people,” creator Rhimes says of her medical drama, which brought Meredith and McDreamy to life (and “vajayjay” into the vernacular), as she and partner Betsy Beers reveal their favorites and frustrations over 14 seasons.

When Grey’s Anatomy premiered in March 2005, Shonda Rhimes was a newbie writer, Netflix was a DVD-by-mail delivery service and ABC was in the midst of a reinvention with Desperate Housewives and Lost. Now, 14 seasons later, Rhimes, 47, has built an empire that includes an estimated $100 million deal to create originals for Netflix and a full night of programming — ABC’s Thank God It’s Thursday — with a second Grey’s spinoff (the first, Private Practice, lasted six seasons) coming in 2018. “Shonda and the team have done a fantastic job of keeping the storylines and the characters fresh by replenishing the cast over the years,” says ABC Studios president Patrick Moran. The pop culture juggernaut and worldwide phenomenon (it airs in 220 territories) is ABC’s No. 2 drama (behind only freshman breakout The Good Doctor), with 11.7 million total viewers and a 3.2 rating among adults 18-to-49 — not too shabby for a show about to see its 300th episode (airing Nov. 9). “Mothers who were pregnant during season one are now watching the show with their daughters,” says ABC Entertainment president Channing Dungey of the new audiences discovering Grey’s on Netflix. To celebrate their milestone, Rhimes and longtime producing partner Betsy Beers, 59, spoke with THR in their cozy Shondaland offices at Sunset Gower Studios about how far the show has come, the road ahead, characters they’d like to revive (literally) and — why not? — shoes.

If you could go back in time knowing what you know now, what would you each do differently?
RHIMES I probably would have had better contracts to start with. The show has made $2 billion or so, and these are not $2 billion shoes.
BEERS If we had known this was going to happen, we might have been more aggressive initially in our approach.
RHIMES We’d both be laying on a beach in Zanzibar somewhere. No, we’d probably still be working, that’s the problem. Every choice we’ve made, it’s why the show works the way it does. Every time the interns were learning, we were learning.
BEERS We’ve both grown up; Shonda has written books about her changes. We really matured into our jobs.
RHIMES And have become more confident.

Several actors have come and gone over the years, from Patrick Dempsey to Sara Ramirez. If you could bring someone back, who would you want to have another chance to write for?
RHIMES I’m always going to say Sandra Oh [Cristina] because for me, she’s the most fun to write for. But if Kyle Chandler [who guest-starred as a bomb squad leader] showed up unexploded, I’d enjoy writing for him.
BEERS Denny [a patient who died, played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan].

You get a lot of feedback from fans about how medical storylines have helped them diagnose themselves or a family member. What stands out?
RHIMES What is significant is how many there are. I can’t believe that this little show that we wrote and thought was a lot of fun in the beginning has turned out to be this thing that has really taught people. And the number of people who have gone to medical school because they want to be like those doctors is also incredible.
BEERS Somebody we knew realized they had breast cancer from watching LaTanya Richardson’s storyline [as a woman with breast cancer]. The one that sticks out to me was, many years ago a kid in Canada saved his parent by doing CPR because he’d seen it on Grey’s.

What’s the most interesting note you’ve received from Standards and Practices over the years?
RHIMES Over the course of this many seasons, what you start to understand is that it’s not necessarily about what has happened before; it’s about what the climate is politically, because things roll forward and roll back and roll forward again, and that’s always surprising. As often as we said “vagina” on the show, to suddenly be told, “I don’t know if you can say ‘vagina’ this time” is hilarious, but also frustrating.

Is that where the term “vajayjay” came from?
RHIMES Years ago, yes. I used that because it was Bailey [Chandra Wilson] in a personal situation. My standard is always: These are medical people trained to be doctors; they are not going to use some weird name for body parts. It’s terrible to teach women that they should use weird names for their body parts. But it was funny and worked in that moment.

Grey’s was poised to tackle abortion in season two with Oh’s character, who wound up having an ectopic pregnancy instead. Was that network pushback?
RHIMES I had been planning for Cristina to have an abortion, and nobody said we couldn’t do it. They were like, “It just is not done very often and it sometimes causes a lot of controversy.” We hadn’t been on the air long, and I wasn’t brave enough to just say, “Screw it, we’re doing it.” I held back. I remember Sandra being like, “Come on!” Years later when we did it [with Oh in season eight], I got more pushback about that than I did when we were going to do it the first time.

Do you regret not going through with that in season two?
RHIMES No. We didn’t know the characters well enough. What I have come to understand and love about our show is, the more you get to know those characters, the more powerful things are. When Cristina chose to have the abortion, she had a perfectly good guy beside her, a great career and she is a person who was very clear about the fact that she did not want to have children. There is something wrong with our society in that it does not support a woman’s choice to not want to have children. On TV, that is never portrayed as: You’re watching a woman whom you respect make a choice that feels like a really strong, powerful choice that a lot of women make, and we pretend that nobody does.
BEERS And that’s an incredibly liberating moment.

Would you ever take on a timely issue, like the debate over universal health care?
RHIMES We’ve done the “people who have no insurance and we’re going to give them the surgery anyway” stories. I don’t know what the universal health care story would be yet, so it would be about figuring out what that is. I don’t ever approach anything from the issue first, so I can’t tell you that I’ve thought about tackling universal health care. I’d have to have some great story I’d want to tell, and then universal health care would become part of the way to tell that story.
BEERS Issues have emerged from the stories and the characters and the storylines.
RHIMES It’s the only way to tell stories.

What’s the casting or pilot story that still stands out?
RHIMES Isaiah Washington came in for the role of Derek Shepherd, and Patrick Dempsey was there. And then we had Sandra come in for the role of Bailey. I looked at her and thought she could be Cristina, and everyone was like, “What?! That’s totally different from what we thought she was going to be like.” Chandra Wilson came in, and she was not the Bailey we imagined, but the best Bailey ever. Jim Pickens was the only person who ever read for the Chief. There were a million guys who came in for George, but we just fell in love with T.R. Knight. Picking the actors was simple.
BEERS In comparison to the way it is to cast a pilot now, where there are 4 billion TV shows and you’re slaughtering people in the road to try to get to somebody … this was, in retrospect, a cakewalk.

How much input does Ellen Pompeo (Meredith Grey) have on the show?
RHIMES Her opinion is very important. I have said to her that we’re in this together, and that’s important because it doesn’t feel right that she be some sort of soldier on a field just taking orders. She also has some really beautiful, smart insights and some amazing character choices. When the character was steeped in grief [after the death of her husband Derek, played by Dempsey], we had some amazing conversations about what that would mean and where the character would go and how she would handle it.

Does Grey’s Anatomy exist without Ellen?
RHIMES Not as far as I’m concerned.

Have there been any talks about how much longer Ellen is interested in doing the show?
RHIMES No comment.

As you’ve gone from intern to chief, what’s your biggest change?
RHIMES It’s about having gone from being two kids in a candy store to being leaders. A lot of people think that they are leaders just because they have been placed in charge of something — and you’re not.
BEERS The learning process is sort of a baptism by fire, too, because you learn on the way. I hopefully have an easier time figuring out what’s really a problem because everything seems to be the same when you start. The great thing about getting to be on a show this long and becoming a leader through it is it helps you prioritize, and that knowledge helps you enjoy the job a lot more.
RHIMES You’re less afraid to make decisions. It’s easier to look at the landscape and pick out the mistakes. Before, everything looked the same and so you were terrified that you were going to step on a land mine before you knew it. I was always terrified that if I stopped working, none of this would work. I only started to think that maybe this would actually last in season seven or eight. You start to enjoy yourself and get comfortable and you’re not afraid to make decisions, and if the decision is a bad one, then you’re not afraid to take the heat.

Looking ahead, you’re launching a firefighter spinoff come midseason on ABC as the flagship’s second offshoot. Have you considered others over time?
RHIMES We think about it a lot. There’s always different spinoff ideas that come up all the time. It’s too easy almost.
BEERS If something is really interesting then immediately maybe that could be a spinoff.

Do you have a title yet for the firefighter spinoff?
RHIMES I like to tell people that it’s called Fire Place and say it really seriously and see their faces, because that’s the worst title ever!
BEERS The Fire Place. (Laughter.) We were saying that on set, and every 10 minutes it was just a different one: “Tonight on Feel the Burn!” (Laughter.)

What are some of the ideas you’ve discussed in the past? What made firefighters the right idea?
RHIMES I’m not going to tell you because maybe one day we’ll make them. The firefighter spinoff was interesting because that was an idea that wasn’t an idea. The idea that we were going to put Jason George [who plays Dr. Ben Warren on the flagship] in it was not part of the idea. In a weird way, we kind of wrote the [season 13] finale as a firefighter thing —
BEERS — without knowing that we were doing it …
RHIMES … because we weren’t doing a firefighter spinoff. We talked about firefighters being really cool and everybody was obsessed with them, so we were like, “Let’s do a big, giant fire!” But it wasn’t anything until after, when we were like, “We really have to have a spinoff topic.” Then [Grey’s writer-EP] Stacy McKee pitched this beautiful thing.
BEERS It was super organic. We just reverse engineered something that was already there.

Is the larger goal to build a world similar to what Dick Wolf has done with NBC’s Chicago franchise, where all the shows are connected?
BEERS The primary determinant continues to be if we really want to watch it and we really want to see it and we really want to work on it, then we do it.
RHIMES Because that ends up being what’s good. I’m flummoxed by Dick Wolf. While I’ll watch Law & Order until the cows come home, when [Grey’s] was first on the air, it would never occur to me to go, “Let’s franchise this; let’s make Grey’s Anatomy: Chicago,” or whatever those people do.
BEERS Very early on, somebody had said we should do that.
RHIMES We didn’t even know what that meant. It was like, “So there’s just another Meredith?”
BEERS Should we call her Meredith? She’s in another city; she’d be called Meredith Flay? (Laughter.)
RHIMES Flay’s Anatomy?! That’s super weird. So no, I don’t think that’s ever occurred to us in that way.
BEERS We’re excited about this because I want to see something that is fun to do, to work in a different space that we’ve never been in before. We have a stage that you burn stuff on. It’s insane.
RHIMES It pretty much goes with [the thinking of], wouldn’t it be really cool to have an Oval Office? Wouldn’t it be cool to have an OR?

Krista Vernoff returned as co-showrunner this season. Why is it important to bring her back?
RHIMES The only way I was going to be able to allow myself to step back a bit was to have somebody there whom I knew had this. Krista understands my sense of humor, and she can write. She is just as passionate about the show now as she was in year one. I needed somebody that I knew would care that much, and that is not an easy thing to find, especially when you’re saying, “I’m going to hand off my baby to somebody to look after.” I have never been able to hand it off before, so I wouldn’t be able to hand it off if I didn’t have somebody who was going to do a really great job.

Ben Sherwood recently said 2 million people per month watch the Grey’s pilot on Netflix. How has new viewers finding the show helped Grey’s sustain itself over the years?
RHIMES The beauty of Netflix is it continues to make new audiences for us. Our fans can give birth to our fans. Grey’s has this universal, global thing to it. It works all over the world.
BEERS There is a timeless quality to the show. The stories are emotional, the medicine is always relevant. Nothing is outdated because it’s all based in real emotions and caring about people.

How will the Netflix deal impact your involvement with Grey’s and the spinoff going forward?
RHIMES Pretty much be exactly what it is now since we are in the middle of the Netflix deal right now.

You wrote in your welcome essay on, your media site, about “too much change” and ending Scandal when you wanted to. Have there been times when you’ve wanted to end Grey’s?
RHIMES Yes. Season two, season three, season four, season five … it was an exhausting show until I really got the hang of doing 22 to 24 episodes a season. I learned how to write TV by writing Grey’s Anatomy. It was about getting the hang of being a leader, being a boss and then doing two shows at a time [with Private Practice], and then three shows at a time [with Scandal]. But it was more about, “Can I do this?” That’s how I discovered the art of reinvention: I’d write a season ending and be like, “That’s it, we’re done.” And then I’d have to come up with something else. That got really fun.

All three shows that you’ve created (Grey’s, Private Practice and Scandal) have run for more than 100 episodes — you’re the first female showrunner to accomplish that feat. Given the challenges with cutting through in an era of 500 shows, do you think there will be other showrunners with three 100-episode shows to come?
RHIMES I have no idea. Honestly, you can look at network television and say that you can’t quite tell what’s coming. But I hope so.

Do you have an ultimate goal of what the end of Grey’s Anatomy is? Is that something you think about?
RHIMES No, not anymore. When we realized that Netflix was reinfusing the show with a whole new audience and that it didn’t seem to be going anywhere — and the ratings were going up and not down — that’s when I had to get really Zen with myself and say, “What do we want? How do I feel about this?” It’s been maddening and amazing to discover that you can reinvent it every year and it still works. I heard [Disney-ABC Television Group president] Ben Sherwood said something about [Grey’s running for 40 years like] General Hospital. That’s not the plan. But the idea that we are going to go until it feels like we’re done is great.

Will that decision ultimately be yours to make?
RHIMES Yes. I don’t know why the end of Grey’s wouldn’t be my decision. Who would close the chocolate factory but me?

Things I need for Season 3 Legends - Haunted House!

Ok if Doctor Who has taught me anything its that you can make a great horror/supernatural ep within the sci-fi genre, aliens come in all shapes and sizes so why not have some that appear more like ghosts or make places seem haunted. Imagine the Legends in a situation where they are searching within an adandoned house suspected of being haunted and weird shit starts to happen.

You know Ray is gonna get all excited and Mick is gonna be like, he’s an idiot but I better watch his back but it all starts getting more frightening and Ray begins to freak a little as its not really as fun as he first thought it would be. Got to have some great Atomwave scenes, like Mick saying “You better not even be thinking of holding my hand Haircut!”.  

Sara will keep her cool but Jax is having none of it!

But it doesn’t have to be alien it could be their being haunted by an unhighed Time Wraith!

I want this so much!

That Song - 11th Doctor x Reader

Originally posted by doctorwhocreations

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first post on this blog, I hope you like it!

Summary: In the Tardis you play a song on the piano, unaware that the Doctor is listening to your secret talent.

Word Count: 709

Warnings: Insecurities about musical abilities (I think that counts?)


“Well, after that adventure, you should probably get some rest. I’ll see you in a bit!” The Doctor left you to get some rest in your room, but after a lot of running, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not yet, at least. Instead, you decided to wander around the Tardis, maybe find a library so you could read for a bit before you went back to your room. You knew from experience that you can get easily lost in the endless corridors, so you kept your hand on the right side of the wall the entire time, and would switch to the left hand on the way back. After about twenty minutes of wandering you went into a room that had all of the musical instruments you could think of. “When was the last time someone was in here?” you thought out loud, wiping dust off the keys of a grand piano. After cleaning the bench and the keys a bit more, you played one of the songs you knew by heart, Ophelia by the Lumineers. The song is easier to play, so it would be good to ease back into the notes. You hadn’t played piano for a while because traveling with the Doctor took up most of your free time.

You came back to this room whenever you had the chance, which was difficult because you didn’t want the Doctor knowing that you had this talent. You feared that you weren’t good enough for him.

After a particularly difficult encounter with the Daleks, you wanted to play your favorite song, comptine d'un autre été. Explaining this to the Doctor could be tricky, because you weren’t one to run away to your room.

     “How about we go to this beautiful new planet! It has glass for the ground and the sky is the brightest blue-”


     “Yes (Y/N)?”

     “Do you mind if I just go to my room for a bit? I’m sort of tired.”

The Doctor looked at you with uncertainty. “(Y/N), is everything all right?” He took a few steps toward you and his voice was low.

     “Everything’s fine, I just need a little sleep so I can enjoy this wonderful new planet you speak of.”

     “Alright, but don’t sleep for too long, we have things to do, people to see!” he exclaimed, while running around the center of the control room, flipping switches and pressing buttons.

You went to your room, unaware that the Doctor was following you because he was worried that something was wrong. You had left without any good explanation, after all. You sat down on the bench and started to play.

After you hit the last cord, you stood up and turned around to walk back to your room, but to your dismay, the Doctor was standing in the doorway. You looked down and stared at your feet.

     “(Y/N), that was….”

Horrible, lousy, made you cringe, could’ve been much better-


You looked up at him.


The Doctor seemed to catch onto your thoughts.

     “(Y/N), I have never heard someone play that song more beautiful than you have. Comptine d'un autre été, right? From the film Amélie? It’s one of my favorites.”

You looked down again.

     “Yeah, I arranged it so it was more complex and detailed.”

You quickly looked up at the Doctor, realizing he might not like one of his favorite songs being arranged differently. You looked at each other for a moment, then the Doctor pulled you into a hug.

“I absolutely love that arrangement. And as a matter of fact,” He pulled back and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I would love to learn it, if you don’t mind teaching me.”

So the two of you sat down and you taught the Doctor how to play your arrangement for the song. It involved a lot of wrong notes which ended in laughter, and eventually both of you fell asleep.

Ultimately, comptine d'un autre été became the Doctor and your song. Whenever things got rough, or when you just wanted to spend time together, the two of you would sit at the same piano and play. The arrangement has been modified and changed, but in the end it always started with that song.

Shaun Murphy & Notes (One Word Drabble) 2k Celebration

Originally posted by ofnifflersandkings

Shaun takes notes on everything. It’s his way of learning new emotional ques. If he doesn’t understand something, usually he will ask you or Claire and take notes on your responses. His apartment is by no means disorganized, but he tends to have these little notes scattered around the place. Sometimes he’ll have them on him and when the time comes to use the skill that is written down on the little piece of paper, he’ll say, “oh yeah, (Y/n) taught me that.” Shaun is always trying to find ways to make you happy, so he listens to what you have to say and writes it down. It usually surprises you that he has remembered all the things you talk about, but then you realize it’s those darn notes that keep him so informed. Shaun is just a cute ray of sunshine that loves to make everyone happy.

What I've Learned

The Powerpuff Girls showed me that heroes come in all shapes and sizes


Dexter taught me to never hide my intelligence


Courage the Cowardly Dog taught me to be brave in the face of danger


The Eds taught me how to be happy and never worry


Samurai Jack taught me to help those who cannot help themselves


Goku’s lesson was that determination and hard work leads to success


Link taught me to never give in to evil


The Xiaolin warriors taught me patience


Naruto taught me not to be judged for what you are, but WHO you are


Luffy showed that friendship is the greatest treasure of all


Ichigo’s lesson was that you should value your friends and trust them


The Elric Brothers showed me the importance of family and how to accept Death


Light and Ryuk showed me how power corrupts the innocent


Scott Pilgrim taught me to accept the past


Master Chief showed me the importance of teamwork


The Reds and Blues of Blood Gulch showed me that everyone fits in somewhere


Arby N’ the Chief showed me that even the smallest person can make a difference


Captain Price and the 141 showed me how to keep moving forward, even as others fall back


Rick Grimes taught me to never lose your morals


Altair showed me that nothing is what it seems


Ezio taught me that death of others around you is unavoidable, and how you deal with it is what counts.


Connor showed me that even when the war is over, the conflict rages on


Edward taught me to live life to the fullest


The Mane 6 taught me the power of friendship


Daft Punk showed me how to give life back to music


The Saints taught me that everyone can be part of something


Gordon Freeman showed how to inspire others against evil


Chell and GLaDOS showed me that your worst enemy could be your best friend


The Mercs of Team Fortress 2 showed me that there is always a way out


The survivors of Left 4 Dead showed me how to always work as one


The Homestuck Kids showed me the power of uniqueness and how to be yourself


RWBY’s lesson was that victory can come in smaller and more innocent souls


The Marvel and DC Comics universes showed me that there is no such thing as ‘Normal’


Doctor Who’s lesson was that everyone has a role to play in the universe


The Winchesters taught me that growing up is hard


Sherlock and Watson showed me how there is more than one way to approach a problem


Harry Potter’s lesson was that your friends can be the only family you need


The various fandoms I am part of showed me that even though we are divided by distance, we are always going to be friends


anonymous asked:

☭ (doctor-higashikata)

Battle Intro: Higashikata…but older? Not that it matters; you’ll fall just the same.
You’re a doctor, aren’t you? Perhaps now you can stitch up your own wounds.
Half HP:
Close quarters combat with you is still too risky…
Low HP:
D–damn you…did you get stronger with age?! No…more skilled?!
I can’t accept…that I could lose to you…after all this effort…
Would you really let me die, as a doctor?! H–heal me already–before–!
So growing older has made you a little more cooperative, has it? How inspiring.
You should’ve died when you were younger. A child’s doctor being murdered is sure to be devastating.
Reacting to Taunt:
Snippy as always, aren’t you?
The smartest thing to do is to avoid you…I will continue to do so.
Reacting to Flee:
And so the nuisance finally turns tail. Perhaps growing older taught you common sense?
I’m so close–so close to getting rid of you completely!
Perfect Victory:
Finally…! Such fortune! And with you out of the way…killing your friends will be all the easier…
Low HP Victory:
A victory is a victory…and I’ve finally won.
Finishing Move:
I won’t let YOU lead a peaceful life, Higashikata Josuke!


What Doctor Who has taught me

Nine: Even if you think you’ve broken beyond repair, there will always be someone who can help you.
Rose: Never give up on the people you love, even if they think there is nothing you can do, there is always a way to help
Ten: Violence is a last resort, for when there is no other option. Wounds can heal, and if you look after your friends, they will look after you.
Martha: Don’t life hankering after what you can never have. Get away, do new things, meet new people. Its worth it.
Donna: Even if you make a bad decision, there is nearly always a way to make it right. Just keep.looking.
Eleven: Genocide is fine, as long as its the bad guys. And guns are cool, and alien soldiers aren’t people.


(A thing I wrote about Logan and Jay based on my RP with @fakesurprise. So it’s basically a fanfic of a fanfic. Don’t anyone tag Jay, he’d get all sad. :( )

It’s a nice spring day, and I am sitting in my chair on the porch reading a book when he appears as if stepping through a door that isn’t there. The book falls forgotten from my hands as I stand and say his name.

“You look…well,” he says softly as he climbs the steps. From anyone else, that would be a lie, but I know he doesn’t just mean my old wrinkled body. He, of course, still looks almost as young as the day we met, over half a century before.

“You’re still too skinny,” I say with a grin as he hugs me carefully, as if I might break. I return the hug. I don’t dare more; despite everything we’ve shared, the neighbors wouldn’t understand.

He waits for me to sit again before taking the chair next to mine. “Want some pizza?” he asks with a smile, recalling echoes of long ago. Though he gives no sign, something in his voice tells me that he’s hiding something. I pretend not to notice; if age has taught me nothing else, it is patience.

“My doctor says I shouldn’t,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But he’s an ass. No bananas or weird things though.” I grin as he makes a pepperoni pizza appear with a flourish. I take a slice and lean back in my chair, chewing contentedly. “It’s been too long,” I say, hoping it doesn’t sound like an accusation. I resigned myself long ago to the fact that he has many other concerns, most of which I wouldn’t understand even if I knew about them.

An expression flickers across his face and is gone before I can tell what it was. “Yes. It has.” He has already finished his first slice and started on another. I frown, wondering what’s wrong, but he’s already talking again. “I should…remedy that in the future.”

We talk then of the past, as we do every time he visits. He knows I miss the days before they started calling me a hero, when I could still travel among the stars instead of having to look at them through a telescope. They called me me a pirate and a traitor at the time, and every day I feared for the lives of my crew. But looking back on it, it was also the time when I made the closest friends, who would stick by me through anything. Until they started dying, at least.

By now, most of the pizza is gone; he’s eaten most of it himself, but has saved me the last slice. I’m not really hungry anymore, but I take it anyway. I tell him of my husband’s death a few years ago, and he expresses sympathy. He tells me about some shenanigans involving, of all things, a leprechaun. I laugh; during the rare occasions when he speaks of his own life, I never know what’s going to come out of his mouth.

I am just beginning to tell him about the last time our surviving friends had visited when pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before explodes through my chest, taking my breath away. I had thought there were supposed to be warning signs, but apparently my body has its own ideas. The world tilts as I topple from my chair, the crust of my pizza dropping unheeded onto the porch.

His body is a blur as he moves to catch me with reflexes more than human. I look up at his face, emotions visible between the cracks of his armor. “You knew, didn’t you?” I whisper, realizing there was a reason he’d chosen this day to visit.

“I needed to,” he says, his voice almost steady as he brushes wisps of hair from my forehead. “How else could I say goodbye?”

I try to smile; the pain has other ideas. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice pinched with the clenching of my body. It hurts to leave him, knowing what it will do to him. Once, he had offered me immortality; if I’d known then what I know now, I might’ve accepted.

He touches my cheek, his eyes showing he’d heard more than I’d said. “Don’t be silly. You wouldn’t have been you anymore. I’ll manage. I’ve done it before.” Unspoken the fact that he still bears wounds from it.

But I can do nothing about that. My time for doing anything about anything is growing short. A red and black haze surrounds his face. While I can still see, I gasp out a question. “Will you show me…what you really are?”

He blinks, and somehow I know that he’s wondering how I can be curious about such things at a time like this. Then he seems to unfold somehow, and even metaphors fail to describe the experience that is more than sight, more than sound, verging into realms that have no names.

I smile, and between one moment and the next he’s himself again. “You still aren’t scared,” he says in something like amazement.

“Not of you,” I manage. There are plenty of things that scare me as they would scare any human this near to death, but I don’t mention them. “Never of you.”

A new wave of agony overwhelms me then, and I am aware of nothing else for a while. When it recedes, I find myself clutching his hand with enough force to hurt anyone else, but he makes no sign that he even feels it. His face is devoid of expression, which is perhaps the most telling expression of all.

“I love you,” I whisper, the words I’d never intended to say, but somehow it seems imperative that I say them while I still can. I guess death does strange things to you.

He says nothing; there are far too many things to say and not enough words to say them. But the look of pain in his eyes and the way he grips my hand tells me everything.

Everything begins to fade, then, like sidewalk art washed away by the rain. The pain has gone, replaced by a strange sensation of floating. Somehow I still see his face though, as if it’s the only thing that’s real.

And then even that is gone. Sheer panic overtakes me as I wonder if my faith will do me any good, if there’s even anything to have faith in. But somehow I feel his lips brush against my own. “Everything will be ok,” he says softly.

Somehow it helps. After all, this is just another adventure. Cradled in his arms, I drift off into whatever lies beyond.

anonymous asked:

What would be the best way for parents, whose has autistic children, have the sex talk with them?

That depends a WHOLE lot on the child.
Like I was wanting touchings in inappropriate places at about 8 - being nonverbal, it was hard for my mother to explain who, when, where, and why (I don’t even think in words so she had to be MUCH more explicit than she was comfortable with at the time).
Other children don’t think about body parts and sex until MUCH older.

I think the basics such as ‘don’t let anyone touch you in these  places except a doctor or a parent trying to find out why/where it hurts’ need to be taught very early. I liked being touched - if I had been around a predator I would have been a willing victim (fortunately, I wasn’t).

My mother talked to me about it at bath time. Pointed out the various parts of my body and explained what they were for (biologically) and then about how they could be enjoyable to be touched for other reasons (than making and nursing a baby).
Many hours of conversation were then spent on consent discussions (she was very worried about my inability to say ‘no’).

I think I like the “biology” followed by the “consent and fun” idea for teaching about sex. Denying that sex is fun will make the child mistrust everything else you told them once they touch themselves for the first time (and they will touch themselves unless you employ an illegal degree of restraint).

Stressing consent and why they should NOT give it easily should be done early - LONG before the child is even physically capable of painless sexual activity. There are people who … yeah. Including doctors.

Sex and body parts associated with sex should be taught as good but valuable things that the child has control over. You don’t want to make them afraid of sex but you don’t want to make them think they should do “whatever feels good at the moment” (although some people disagree with me about that). 

You also want to teach them that a doctor touching them may need to happen even if they say no (shots, delicate examinations) and they are allowed to request someone to be with them when those things happen.

I’m pretty sure @roseisaghost, @vaspider, @autistic-parenting, or @autisticeducator could give more concrete ideas.

New Year, New Beginnings

“You’re at sort of a crossroads now. Things are going to change,” my mom assured me over the phone. I was bawling. You know, the ugly crying that makes your face puffy and your eyes bloodshot and your sinuses full of snot. I cry once or twice a year, and rarely do I ever have one of these ugly cries. 

I had just hung up with Dr. S, my mentor whose job I took over in 2015. It was a really awkward conversation in which I just blurted out, “I don’t really know how to get into this, but I need you to know that I’m really not happy here.” I told her I was very grateful for the opportunity to take over for her and for everything she had done for me, but this job is killing me and I need to leave. We ended up having a lengthy conversation where I outlined all the reasons why I could not stay. 

The next day I talked my other partner. He seemed angry, though he wasn’t entirely surprised. I wondered: if neither of them was surprised that I was unhappy, why had neither of them addressed it with me before? Why had neither of them asked me how I was doing or asked what could be done to make the job better? 

Both of them were understanding, but they were both patronizing in their responses to me. I think they both think that I’m still in the naive pre-med mindset and that I don’t realize that this job is hard. They both even implied that my loneliness here was entirely my fault and that I wasn’t participating in community events (you know, because going to funerals, visitations, local restaurants, church services, civic club meetings, festivals, and freaking pig shows don’t count as participating in community events). I was also told, “don’t think any other job is going to be any easier,” and “family doctors don’t make much money anywhere in this country,” as if working 60 hours a week with no support for a bottom 5% salary is the norm… It has also been suggested that my goal of practicing full spectrum family medicine (which I did in residency) is really unrealistic.

“You need to focus on you now. Don’t worry about them. Find a job you love and move as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you like this.” I know my depression and dissatisfaction over the last year have really worried my mom. I think my ugly cry that day was really the release of a great burden. I already feel more free knowing that I have more options than staying here. 

I came here believing God put me here for a reason. I still believe that. I have come to realize that God’s reasons aren’t always to make us happy in the short term. But by bringing me here, he has certainly taught me to depend on him more in my loneliness and sadness, and he is continually teaching me to work on my boundaries. I think this experience is going to make me a better doctor and stronger person in the long run, even if it was a miserable desert of a year. 

“Behold, I am doing a new thing;
   now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
   and rivers in the desert.”

Isaiah 43:19

anonymous asked:

As encouragement, I think that the occasional misdiagnosis can be okay, and not knowing can be okay? The most important thing I want in a doctor is someone who doesn't give up when they don't know what I have, who keeps looking and refers me if necessary. You're going to be a good doctor, Karaii!

Thank you so much, anon!!! I needed to read something like this today :’)

I think it’s easy to get bogged down in the disappointments of grades, because they’re a supposedly objective and quantifiable measurement of your progress and therefore a low score correlates with low performance, but time and experience and just living life has taught me that the really important things are extremely hard to quantify so simply.

A lot of what makes a good doctor is simply not giving up and making use of available resources, like colleagues and other specialists. Because as much as we wish to, no one person is perfect! But working together we can become more well-rounded and knowledgeable, and better able to help others.

Every day I get a little more knowledgable and become a little better than I was the day before. I’ll keep at it!! <3


Rating: Gen
Season 8 Drabble for Alone
The feeling of her back pressed against his chest, her hand on his knee, her even breathing offers a pleasant counterweight to what’s taking place on the screen in dimmed room.
He winces a little, watching a baby’s head crown followed by the agonizing scream of its mother. Scully doesn’t even flinch. Looking briefly around the room he quickly assesses that it’s full of lightweights in the area of pain endurance. Scully’s been through cancer. Scully’s been through abduction and the ICU. Scully’s been shot. Scully lost and then buried her best friend after finding out she was pregnant. Scully is so, so strong.
He feels like his hand is drawn to her as wraps an arm around her and palms her belly. He feels the alien-like movement under her shirt and loses his breath for a moment.

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