venom lost

‘it was quiet. TOO quiet. so quiet everyone heard the fart.’
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“I have lived through a fucking world war,” I said, my voice low and venomous. “I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!”

- Claire, ABOSAA

dlouise2016  asked:

I have always been interested to understand why Claire so desperately hates to show weakness or feel that she is weak. Thinking of MOBY after her injury & then later at the ridge when she challenges Jamie's protective action by telling him that she is not a state of war & he is not her army. She later relents & agrees with him. I have always respected Claire's strength but even Claire has her limits. Are there other examples of a younger Claire desperately hating her own perceived weakness?

I think that it’s a reflection of who she is - a woman, a healer, a sassenach - in environments that are hostile to all of those things, let alone all of those attributes put together.

For so many reasons, she is in an inherently precarious situation. She is an Englishwoman in the Highlands. A woman surrounded by men in medical school and at hospitals. A 20th-century person in the 18th century.

Therefore, Claire can’t give anyone *any* reason to doubt her capabilities - to be suspicious of her - to think that she doesn’t belong. She thinks she has to work five times as hard as anyone else in order to prove her worth.

So when she *does* have moments of weakness (real or perceived), she is absolutely crushed. She fears that it will make  people think less of her - both those who know her well, and those who don’t know her as well.

We see this from the very beginning of the Outlander story - and it continues right up through MOBY in the aftermath of when Claire gets shot.

But we only see Claire herself admit it only once - right after she’s rescued by Jamie from Hodgepile’s men in A Breath of Snow and Ashes. And in typical Jamie fashion, he not only listens to her - he understands her, and provides a safe place for her to just let out all those bottled-up feelings:

“I have lived through a fucking world war,” I said, my voice low and venomous. “I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!” My voice was rising, but I was helpless to stop it. “And now should I be shattered because some wretched, pathetic excuses for men stuck their nasty little appendages between my legs and wiggled them?!”

…“Well, I won’t,” I said quite calmly.

“Nasty little appendages?” he said, looking rather stunned.

“Not yours,” I said. “I didn’t mean yours. I’m rather fond of yours.” Then I sat down and burst into tears.

Here’s my theory:

Originally posted by sweetly87

Remember this guy? The swooping evil? Of course you do, because he’s amazing (and I feel like he kind of epitomizes slytherins but that’s a different thing).

And remember when Newt squeezed its venom out and explained its properties? The fix-all for the movie was foreshadowed when Newt explained to Jacob that the Swooping Evil’s venom is a powerful memory wiper.

“That’s all fine, but what’s the point to this cheesy post?” You may be asking yourself. And I’m getting to that. Please be patient.

Newt says that the venom wipes bad memories. He doesn’t say anything about the good memories.

So when Jacob stepped into the magical thunderbird-swooping-venom-rain, he lost all the memories of magic that weren’t pleasant (like running from a sex-crazed erumpent, being taken away by MACUSA, watching Credence’s obscurus destroy NYC, etc).

He “woke up” with all his good memories intact, but there were numerous holes where the bad memories had been. Without his friends in front of him anymore, and with New York looking as normal as ever, he chalked it all up to dreams (as no-majs/muggles are apt to do). 

This explains how he remembers Queenie and the beasts (new movie idea disney) and doesn’t question what an Occamy is (Newt slipped up a little in his letter) but can’t explain how he remembers them. In the next movies he’ll probably get all his memories back together and figure out it wasn’t a dream after all.

I don’t really have a snappy ending to this or whatever, but I hope you enjoyed my theory, anyway.

k bye

(Swooping Evil Slytherins coming soon maybe probably when I feel like it)

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      What a foolish man.

      His brother was an idiot and a curse. Overwatch… Hah! What a pathetic excuse for a chance at a second life. No wonder his dishonorable sibling still existed. Their well-known doctor just couldn’t keep her medling hands out of anything, could she?

      It was bad enough that he had to deal with the guilt of attempting murder for the sake of the family name. Honor meant everything to him, as did their family. But now? Now that Genji was alive? It was just a mockery. All of it! That guilt he felt was invalidated; just another way his idiotic brother ruined his life. The Shimada heir could have had it all had he just put the guilt away. But instead he tossed away his title over a brother he assumed dead only to find out there was no honor to begin with.

      This brought Hanzo to Talon’s doorstep. Dark, rage-filled eyes stared at the looming, metal doorways before he entered, his bow gripped tightly into his hand. The fact that he was considering such an employer spoke volumes. His anger and desire to seek a new kind of redemption had brought him here. And here? Talon could offer him a way to reclaim his honor for good…

      A way to kill Genji for good this time. After all, ghosts didn’t matter to him any longer.

      With measured steps lightly padding against the cold flooring in the halls, Hanzo attempted to find the meeting room to be briefed on his orientation. Much to his chagrin, this was not a simple task. Talon’s headquarters were like a maze, one where not even someone as seasoned as him could navigate unfortunately.

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reaction thing - not accepting - @fiercerebekah - 19. asleep

 they fought more than they got along. there’s some guilt sometimes but mostly blame. but he’d venture as far as to say that this afternoon had actually been nice. which is crazy. he didn’t think that anything with her could ever be called that. especially after she found out she was pregnant. but she got her ultrasound today and he had reached for her hand when the baby showed up on the screen. afterwards she sat on his couch, wearing his sweater, a little too big for her, going over names with him. when she said she had a craving he got it for her. nice. but he knew that it would blow up in his face eventually. maybe that’s why he had been prolonging his time upstairs. going to grab something. so that he could just bask in the moment. but he has to come down eventually. if it’s going to crash he doesn’t want it to be her acting like a brat about him taking too long. she is a brat, spoiled, too. she had been spoiled when she was a kid, too. demanding, whining, and frustrating as hell. but when he comes down she’s sleeping on the couch. and she looks different there. soft, vulnerable almost. and he has to pause to just look at her. and something a lot like warmth spreads through him when he looks at her. she might get uncomfortable though. so he moves to pick her up, careful not to wake her, cradling her against his chest. once he has her situated in the guest room’s bed he thinks he’ll go up to his room and sleep. but for one reason or another he doesn’t think that he can just sleep with her there. he’s not thinking when he slips into the bed behind her, putting his arm around her waist. burying the side of his face in her hair and pressing her closer. and somehow that feels okay. just a moment though. a moment.

The Cleanse

The Adventures of Fawn Diaz and Peter Parker–Chapter 41


It was about 2 months that Peter and Fawn had not spoken to each other. While Fawn seemed happier, Peter was a mess. He started off fine, the first week he put on a brave face, but he wasn’t the same after that.

At night he’d stay up and think about the words she told him that night. He didn’t think he was acting like a douchebag. He thought he was himself.

“Where did it go wrong?” He whispered as he laid in bed.

It was never wrong. What you did was right.” Venom hissed.

What? I lost Fawn, how is that right?” Peter thought.

You didn’t need her. She was dragging you down. Talk about good riddance.

And that’s when it hit him. The Venom. It was what created these problems. It was the reason that he and Fawn were no longer friends.

“You want good riddance? I’ll give you good riddance.” Peter said. He put on his Spider-Man suit and exited through his window. He swung from building to building, trying to clear his mind. But it was too late. Venom tainted his thoughts. He couldn’t escape. He had to get rid of it, and get rid of it now.


Somehow, Peter ended up at a cathedral in a catholic church. He sat on the ledge of the bell tower, looking out at New York City. How on Earth was he going to get rid of this symbiote?

At that thought, he felt the suit tighten around him, starting to suffocate him.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” He strained. He stood up and wobbled everywhere, as if he were drunk.

“Get off!” he grunted. As he was clumsily walking all over the bell tower, he accidentally hit the large bell, and sent it ringing.

Much to Peter’s surprise, the Venom hissed and began taking itself off Peter. When the bell quieted down, it latched back onto Peter. He took note of this immediately. Would his eardrums burst? Yes. But he needed to reject Venom, and this was the only way.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Peter climbed a column of the tower and shot two webs at the bell, pulling it up inch by inch, and then let it go. The bell rang loudly, causing the Venom to react dramatically. It hissed, but it sounded more like a screech. Peter ripped it off of him, but it wasn’t going anywhere. He continuously hit the bell to get the Venom off, but it wasn’t budging. In a couple instances, it would almost fully get off of him, but it kept coming back.

“GET OFF!” Peter yelled as hit the bell repeatedly.

And suddenly, the Venom was so riled up, that it detached itself from Peter and crawled away. Before it could escape, though, Peter found a bucket and trapped it.

He sighed in relief and laid on the floor. It occurred to him that he was buck naked; he hadn’t actually put his suit on, the Venom recreated it.

“Man, you gotta be kidding me…”


Fortunately, there were some spare clothes from inside the church, and Peter wore them home. Although, he decided to make a pit stop first. No, not at Fawn’s.

He knocked on the window twice and waited for the person to answer.

The person walked over to the window and opened it.

“Peter? What are you doing here? Without your suit?” Ned asked.

“Ned. Hey man. I just…I have to explain a lot to you…”


“Yeah man. That’s it. I feel like absolute shit, but I feel like myself now. I wasn’t Peter with the Venom. I was someone else. Someone I didn’t like. Someone I wasn’t proud of. And I couldn’t be that person anymore. That person let down my friends…let Fawn down.”

“And you couldn’t tell us because it wouldn’t let you? Damn, that’s harsh. But, honestly, man I’m glad you’re back. I’m glad you told me. Because you’re my best friend. And not having you was hard.” Ned told him. Peter smiled and bro hugged Ned.

“Man I missed you too,” Peter said.

A silence fell over the two of them.

“Yeah, Fawn is really torn up about it. She misses you.” Ned told Peter.

“She does?” Peter asked in surprise.

“Yeah. We all do. Even Flash. We just want you back man,” Ned said. Peter was amazed. Even though he had, in fact, been acting like a douche, his friends still wanted him back. Fawn still wanted him back.

“I just thought you should know, she’s dating Harry. But she does want to be friends again,” Ned said.

“Wait she’s dating Harry? Since when?” Peter asked. His heart felt like it was going to shatter.

“Not too long after she broke up with you,” Ned said. Peter sighed and covered his hands with his face.

“This is all my fault. I did this to myself,” Peter mumbled.

“You kinda did. Come on, dude! You should be with her! I like Harry, but it feels unnatural. You have to tell Fawn now. Because she’s not going to forgive you unless she knows the truth. Everything,” Ned told him. Peter knew this. Deep down, he knew he’d have to tell her. And now that all of this happened, it was probably best he did it at that point.

“Yeah. I guess I will. But she’s going to be so mad…”

“Furious.”

“…so angry…”

“…livid.”

“…at me.”

“Sometimes you gotta do stuff you don’t wanna do for people you love. Even if they hate you or are angry at you afterwards. If you love Fawn, or just really like her, then you gotta tell her.” Ned told his best friend. Peter nodded.

“You’re right. I’ll tell her. I will.” Peter said.

“When? Tomorrow?” Ned asked.

“Ah…soon. But not tomorrow. Look, I gotta go. My aunt may is probably wondering I am. I think I’m gonna tell her too. See ya man. Sorry for being a douche. I’ll see you at school,” Peter said and went out through window.

He had a lot of explaining to do.


When Peter arrived home, May was sitting on their couch with her legs crossed and a worried expression etched on her face. She looked up as Peter came through the front door and rushed to hug him.

“Where have you been?!” She asked him.

“I’ll tell in a second Aunt May. Sit down on the couch please.” Peter pulled away and guided her to their couch.

“Peter what’s going on? Have been doing drugs or something?” May asked.

“What? No! It’s something else. Just let me tell you. Promise you won’t freak out. If you freak out, then I freak out and we both know that’s not fun,” Peter told her.

They sat on the couch in silence, Peter figuring out where to start.

“Okay. So. Remember that day? The day I went on the field trip to Oscorp?” Peter asked.

“Yes…” May said.

“And you know I got bitten by a spider?” Peter continued.

“Yes–Peter where is this going?” May asked.

“Just–just hear me out, okay?” Peter said. “Well, that wasn’t an ordinary spider, Aunt May. That spider was a special spider. And what I’m about to tell you is going to change…a lot…so just bear with me okay?”

“Peter you’re scaring me.”

“Just…relax…okay?”

And so, he told her.


“Wait a second. So you’re telling me all those times you went out to see Ned or Fawn, you were out doing your…Spider-Man thing?”

“No Aunt May. Not all the time.”

“How much of the time then?”

“75%.”

“Peter!”

“I had an excuse and it worked!”

May sighed and she closed her eyes

“How long?” She asked.

“How long what?” Peter asked back.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Almost a year.”

“Oh god, Peter.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I first started out. I’m sorry for everything.” Peter apologized. May looked at him worriedly. How had she missed it? He was out there putting his life on the line, nearly getting killed and here he was in front of her smiling without a care in the world.

“Peter…it’s fine. I’m just glad you told me now. And I’m just glad you’re back to your old self. You being all ‘angsty teenager’ was weird. I didn’t like it.” May smiled at him.

“Thanks for understanding, Aunt May.” Peter hugged her. “I was a little scared to tell you, but I’m glad it worked out okay.”

“You know who you should be scared of? Fawn. Unless she already knows. But I have the feeling she doesn’t. She wouldn’t have broken up with you if she had known, probably,” May told him.

“Yeah. She doesn’t know. I have to tell her. I’m honestly really scared for that though. I mean it’s Fawn. I like her. A lot. And I could sabotage my chance of ever being friends with her again, let alone dating her. I don’t know what to do Aunt May.” Peter said.

“Peter, I’ve known since you came home that day and told me about her. And, you’re a creative kid, figure out a creative way to tell her. Isn’t her birthday coming up?” May said.

“Yeah, but I can’t drop a bomb like that on her birthday. That would be rude,” Peter told his aunt.

“Okay…well, figure it out, kiddo. It’s time to tell her. Everything.” May gave him a warm smile.

I just hope she doesn’t hate me.


A/n on the contrary, Peter…Anyways, this was such a huge turning point in the story, but part of me feels like I didn’t do it enough justice. Peter telling May is such an important part of their relationship, and I didn’t even include him actually saying “I’m Spider-Man”. Idk, I just hope it was okay. I hope you guys liked it and thank you for reading! Stay tuned.

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Klaus Mikaelson - Hungry for More

Prompt: hey could you plz write an imagine where you let Klaus feed from you when he is starving ? You can start or end it in any way you like! thank you <3

“Just do it, Klaus.” You insisted, watching the Original hybrid glare at you though much of his usual venom was lost due to hunger.
“No!” He yelled, running towards you. His eyes were dark despite the contrasting brightness of the yellow irises, the veins underneath his skin turning a frightening back. You swallowed, trying desperately to hid your fear. Immediately, his face returned to its usual state; the only demon his face was plagued by was the guilt that was laced into his expression. “I scared you.” He commented, looking down.
“Of course you scared me.” You replied. “If you don’t drink my blood now, you’re going to end up losing control and killing me and I, for one, don’t want that.”

You and Klaus had been at this same argument for the past 5 days, ever since Finn had placed a spell on the compound. The spell trapped you inside the room you had been in when it was cast and unfortunately for both you and Klaus, the library on the upper floor of the building’s only blood supply was yourself. Klaus had been shouting at the top of his lungs for both day and night, demanding to be let out until now, when he must’ve realised it was time to face facts; nobody was coming to let you out, at least not anytime soon.

“Why are you so stubborn?” He sighed, leaning against the wall, away from you in some attempt to control his urges. Being an original vampire, he had years to perfect the art of bloodlust but considering New Orleans was the perfect spot for snatch, eat, erase… His skills were rusty for lack of better words.
“You refuse to drink my blood and I’m the stubborn one?” You drawled, crossing your arms. You were starving too, of course not in the same way, but you knew that Klaus’ full strength was required if you had any chance of getting out of here.
“You don’t know the cost of what you’re asking!”
“What the hell are you even talking about, Klaus!” You asked in exasperation.

“If I drink from you, I might not be able to stop! I might kill you and you are you only one that is always on my side!” He roared, glaring at you. You matched his stare defiantly before picking up a piece of glass off the floor. On one of the first days you had been stuck, Klaus decided that it would be useful to break everything up in the attic, leaving debris from his meltdown everywhere. Without breaking eye contact, you dug the glass into your skin, watching as his eyes gradually changed from angry to hungry.
“Drink it, Klaus.” You stated, lifting your arm up, offering the blood pooling on your skin to the ravenous vampire.

Before you could ask again, he was across the room, his hands gripping your forearm as his fangs tore into your veins, sucking them dry. His eyes never left yours, even as you began to waver, feeling weak. He only removed one of his hands to steady you, the other holding your arm in a vice-like grip. It seems like forever until he finally detached, your arm and his mouth covered in a thick red liquid. You could tell he wanted to carry on by the way he clenched his jaw or the way his fingers still dug into your skin.
“Thank you.” He nodded before biting into his own arm and pressing the open wound to your lips to heal you.

knifehug  asked:

"I need a hug." for the muse's reaction meme please? BTW I really really like your Purge that Urge series, just so you know. It's lovely. :)

Oh sweetie sweetie sweets thank yooooou!!!

My masterpost list of all the bullshit I’ve written can be found here. :)

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Jack sneezed from under the mound of blankets he’d cocooned himself in. “I’m literally about to die.”

Rhys grinned from where he was heating up soup in Jack’s kitchen. The older man was sick. And not even badly sick, he just had a cold. To Jack though, it might as well be the end of the world.

“You’re not about to die,” Rhys told him, trying to keep the amusement from his voice.

Jack shot him a dirty look from the couch. Apparently he hadn’t completely hidden his tone. And Jack was in a petulant mood to boot.

“I’m about to die and you don’t even care.”

Rhys snorted at the pitiful tone, unable to stop himself as he poured the soup from the pan into a bowl. Jack was making grumbling noises from the couch as Rhys brought the tray and tried to give him an authoritative smile.

“You need to eat, handsome.”

“No.”

Rhys ignored him. “Some chicken soup is one of the only things that actually fights colds. Dig in.”

Jack pulled the blankets tighter around himself, sniffling. “I don’t want it.”

“I thought you didn’t want to die,” Rhys told him with a smirk as he set the tray of food on the coffee table before the older man.

Jack managed to muster the deepest glare he could, but most of the venom was lost as he sneezed again and moaned in discomfort. Rhys handed him the box of tissues next to him. His eyes were watery and his nose was red from all the wiping. He was miserable.

Rhys picked up most of the tissues Jack had strewn about below the couch, fully missing the bin he’d set up. Jack really was miserable though, and he wasn’t used to getting sick, so Rhys decided to cut him some slack on that.

“Do you want some OJ or anything to drink?” Jack just grumbled and repositioned his blanket mound on the couch. Rhys smirked and went to empty the tissue bin.

“I need you to put me out of my misery,” Jack groaned, blowing his nose into more tissues.

Rhys huffed with a smile. “Mercy killings aren’t part of my contract. Sorry, handsome.”

Jack whined sobs into his blankets, sounding extra miserable. “I need a hug.”

A warm smile spread over Rhys’ face as he emptied and replaced the bin, and joined Jack on the couch. The older man leaned into him with an uncomfortable sound and Rhys wrapped his arms around the miserable CEO.

“A cold isn’t gonna take out the great Handsome Jack. You’re gonna kick this thing’s ass and then go on to kick more bandit ass, mark my words.”

Jack just grumbled as he was half-in Rhys’ lap. The younger man just hugged him close until the CEO thankfully fell asleep.

He gave the soup cooling on the table a dirty look.

Well, he’d just heat it up again and make Jack eat it then.

Catalyst

Genre: Fluff/Angst

College AU

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 975

A/N: As promised, more drama! Thank you guys so much for reading! ♥

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 October 18, 2019

Life works in strange ways. Who would have thought that almost two weeks after seeing her at the bar I would find her outside the parking garage of the university on my way out of class? She was alone, probably waiting for someone.

At first, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to say anything to her. It had been a long time since I had seen her, let alone talk to her. More than three years.

I decided against not saying anything when I realized that seeing her again wasn’t something granted. It’s now or never. Part of the reason I so desperately wanted to talk to her was out of guilt, that one day still engraved in my memory. I felt that if I talked to her, we could put the past behind us. We were high schoolers back then; things are different now. The other part, the much bigger part, was some unfinished business I had with her.

As I walked closer and closer I began to get more and more anxious. Why am I getting nervous? She used to like me, this should be a breeze. I tried to reassure myself as I ran a hand through my hair in an attempt to cool my nerves.

I tried raking my brain to figure out exactly what to say, debating between something witty or cool, but as I walked closer to her my thoughts blanked as something came into realization and all my attention fell to that one item alone.

“Those kill you, you know.” My tone might have been too harsh, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I watched as she took a long drag of the cigarette between her fingers, taking her sweet time in exhaling the cloud of white before turning and lazily meeting my gaze. She stared at me for a few seconds, expression blank, showing no kind of emotion. I expected her to reply but next thing I knew she pushed herself off the brick wall she had been leaning against and started walking away.

“Hey! I was talking to you!” I cry out as I followed her, a step or two behind. Y/N, smoking? No way in hell. Not her.

“Y/N! Stop!” To be honest, I didn’t actually expect her to stop, so when she did I had accidentally run into her, not hard enough to push her but enough to jerk her forward. Taking a quick step back, I apologized. “Shit, sorry.” I mumbled to her. I watched as she spun around to face me, her expression sending a chill down my spine. She looks pissed.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re talking to me but I’d appreciate it if you get lost.” The venom dripping from her words was almost tangible. Her response made me hesitate. Did she really just say that? After a few seconds, I chose to ignore her words and press back to the topic of the bad habit she seemed to have picked up.

“Why are you smoking?” I pushed, fixing my gaze to her hand, where a lazy string of white rose. Her brows furrowed in confusion. She looked down at the white bud between her finger tips, nothing but a string of grey ashes now.

“It’s none of your business.” She growls out, tossing the useless cigarette to the pavement and crushing it with the heel of her boot. “Why the hell do you care?”

“You know how I feel about them. They’re bad for you!” I retaliate, feeling like that was as good as any reason. I felt stupid when her first reaction was to scoff and give a sarcastic laugh.

Wow. Who would have known you actually gave a fuck about me?” Rolling her eyes, she turned around and began walking again. This time, I didn’t let her get far.

As soon as she took her first step I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Spinning around, she snatched her arm out of my grasp and took the chance to forcefully push me back. I fumbled a bit before I regained my balance.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch me again! Who the fuck do you think you are coming back and pretending like you give a shit about me?!” She snarled, beyond furious now.

“That’s because I do! You were my friend!” Was my weak attempt at an excuse. Her sudden change from livid to calm at my words worried me.

Were. That was a long time ago.” She was right. “You gave up on that, remember?” I do.

“But that doesn-”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” At the sound of the familiar voice, I froze.

It couldn’t be.

I watched as Y/N went from tense and defensive to relaxed and relieved in less than a second. My eyes followed her as she briskly walked around me and to the source of the voice.

“Y/N, are you-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence. I watched as Y/N pulled the tall blonde by the back of his neck and crashed her lips against his. The blonde hesitated for a moment before closing his eyes and moving his lips along with hers, pulling her into him by her hips. I stood there frozen from the shock of the sudden turn of events, my chest suddenly feeling tight, blood boiling. She pulled away after a few seconds, looking directly at him before reaching for his hand and intertwining their fingers.

“Let’s go.” She says softly to him, to which he nodded and complied, following her as she began walking. Before he fully turned around, he shot me a quick glance followed by a cocky smirk that made me want to punch him in the face to wipe it clean off. Out of all the fucking possibilities, it just had to be him.

Kim Taehyung.

The Night Shift (prequel)

short thing i wrote cus i’m fighting writer’s block ;__; prequel to this because i can’t get this medical au out of my head thanks to @cottonomz. part 2 here.

Stupid bastard doctor. Levi thought, glaring at the object of his ire. Stuck up his own ass piece of shit.

His internal tirade was interrupted by said doctor, walking over to where he was keying in information on a computer to hand him a chart.

“You’ll have to prioritize this one first.” He said, his damned shiny name tag glinting right in Levi’s eye.

Dr. Erwin Smith, it said, nearly blinding him almost as much as his clear blue eyes did.

“No shit.” Levi snapped, ignoring that thought. “The patient had a seizure in the lobby.”

Infuriatingly enough, Dr. Smith - or ‘Erwin,’ as most of the staff called him - smiled at Levi’s ire like he always did, like he found him amusing and not to be taken seriously. It was bullshit, and something that his predecessor had not done. Dr. Pixis had recognized that this was Head Nurse Levi’s ER, not his, but unfortunately he had not passed that knowledge onto his replacement before he retired.

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Finding a Line

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAISY!!! Again I apologize for the late post but it’s so much loner than I intended. I hope you had a fabulous day, you deserve it, and I hope this is what you had in mind. (also I couldn’t find a way to add in Holly’s knowledge o Gail’s crush, so just keep that in mind as you read.)

Gail stared as the restaurants’ hostess greeted a couple with her heart stopping smile. Holly, the hostess and owners niece, was a big problem of Gail’s. She had the biggest crush on the brunette and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t make any move on Holly for fear of her job, but even with that Gail was sure the brunette didn’t know her beyond a table section.

“Move it or lose it Peck!” Traci barked, pulling the blonde out of her daze. The older women slide past her with full trays in each hand. Gail admired her sort of friend’s waitressing talents, she herself was quite clumsy and couldn’t stand people, so the job didn’t come easily to her as it seemed it did for Traci. But she somehow kept the job for the past six months so that had to count for something.

Gail took a last glance at Holly, laughing at something the man in a suit said, licked her lips and went back to the kitchen wishing she were the one to earn that laugh.

“Better wipe that frown upside down, Gail, you need those tips for drinks tonight remember.” Chris, one of the cooks, teased good naturally in a way that only he could get away with. Gail had quickly wrapped him around her finger, he turned out to be pretty good company at the bar and he snuck her food when he could.

Gail shot him a glare. She’d forgotten that the first two rounds were on her.

“Bad table?” Chris looked at her with concern, never pausing his work. He impressed her sometimes too.

“They all are.” She deadpanned.

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To all the people so caked in misogyny they think they can abuse the OL cast & crew about their support of a peaceful civil rights movement: Claire would have marched yesterday. With Bri. They would have taken the grandchildren. Roger would have brought his bodhrán and beat out a chant. Jamie would have walked with a pussyhat on his head and his arm around his wife. That's the show you watch. That's who your fave characters are. If you can love them, why not others who share their beliefs?

All of this! This is Claire and she would have been there.

“I have lived through a fucking world war,” I said, my voice low and venomous. “I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!”

Oh! Some great news to all of you out there who adopted kittens from Khoshekh, the cat floating in our station bathroom.

Well, it’s been several months, and the kittens have just been growing like you wouldn’t believe! They’ve molted twice, and some of them are already getting their grownup kitty spine ridges!

Which brings me to my grave warning:

As we all know, the spine ridges of adult cats are highly poisonous. If you are coming to see a kitten that you have adopted, it is important that you check for the location and severity of the spine ridge before attempting any petting.
Also, keep your hands away from their mouths. A few of them have developed their venom sacs. We lost two cat adopters already this months, so let’s just be careful, people.

And, let’s take care of these cute little kitties! Who’s my adorable little kitten with your adorable tendril hub? It’s you! It’s you!

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Episode 39 - The Woman from Italy