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Never drawn a srs comic in my liiiife. Guess I shouldn´t think too hard about this, everything about it. Who knew this was harder than shit posting.

Been feelin real bad bout my drawings for a bit, and I don´t think I really know how to pace something. Good to know, see you tomorrow class

File got corrupted twice and keept saving over the wrong versions *FFFF*

1 month later bonus

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I got Odin one of those slow feed dog bowls! I figured it would be a neat way to provide him some enrichment during feeding time. Also he figured out rather quickly how to get the worms out!

honestly ever since I read chapter 22 of SSLL I could stop imagining this one vine I forgot-

but picture this. a bunch of skeletons playing hide and seek in a Halloween store.


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Never Give the Necromancer a "Gray Area"

Friend DMing for me and one other person (small campaign) he’d never DMd before so I was going easy on him and helping out when I could.
DM: okay so you (me necromancer) arrive in town having reached lvl 3 during your journey.
(He has no clue how to run a necromancer or their skills so he said I could make them up and if they worked he’d let them slide)
My immediate reply: don’t give me a gray area dude that’s not a good idea I am chaotic evil hoe don’t do it.
DM: you’ll be fine.
Game starts.
Day one: my necromancer fed the homeless and poor in the slums of what we dubbed Newbshire, a large city but good for beginners. Little did they know he’d poisoned all the food so that everyone would contract a plague and die.
DM: *looks at me* you’re a bad man.
Me: oh I’m not done yet.
Day two: necromancer murders a priest, his wife, his two sons, then resurrects them as corpses, and takes his place in order to gain acolytes of the death goddess, end of the day he poisons more beggars.
Dm: you’re a bad bad man.
Me: still not done.
Dm: ohmygodwhathaveidone
Day three: necromancer sends all his human zombies into the sewers to infect the rats causing them to die and became undead plague rats.
Dm: no
Me: yes
Day four: Armageddon is unleashed as hundreds of zombies and thousands of plague ridden rat corpses flood the city biting, infecting, and adding to the horde. The adventurers guild in the city puts up a resistance but is eventually overrun by the necromancers acolytes and the adventurers are converted to elite corpses and death knights. As the sun sets on Newbshires flaming husk the necromancer leaves the city with not a single living thing inside.
So great was his destruction that the heavenly beings themselves took notice and sent the death god to make a contract with this evil human.
Total death count: 300,000
Total mana expended by necromancer: 12
DM: you are a BAD MAN
Me: *shrugs* I TOLD YOU never give the necromancer a gray area!

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19x04(b) - Hidden Scene or How to Bisexualize Sonny Carisi in 400 Words (or less)

“So, let me get this straight,” Rafael says, one hand on his hip with the other pinching the bridge of his nose. He counts down slowly from five, trying his best to get a handle on his temper before the whole station hears about it.

“This kid is willing to let a rapist walk, because he doesn’t want to admit that he was sleeping with the victim in college?” Rafael points to the witness’ photo on the board. “None of you could get him to talk?”

Amanda shrugs helplessly. “His family’s strict and religious. They still support him financially. He’s about to graduate.”

“Yeah,” Sonny adds, swivelling side to side in his chair casually. It’s getting annoying. “Not to mention, there’s a high chance they’ll cut him off if he testifies.”

“I could compel his testimony.”

Sonny stops moving around and plants his feet to the floor. He glares at Rafael; outrage in his eyes and twisting his mouth. Yeah. He’s gonna pay for that later.

“Oh, so the DA’s office is into outing kids now?” Fin asks sharply, crossing his arms.

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Fine,” Rafael says quickly, backing down. For now. He can actually feel Sonny’s hackles falling. “But there’s gotta be another way. I don’t have a case without his testimony.”

“Maybe we can spin it in our favour. Normalize it,” Rafael pauses, wheels turning in his head. “He was a freshman in college. Nineteen years old and experimenting with boys. That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s gay.”  It’s weak, but it’s a start.

Sonny nods, slowly getting on board. “Makes sense. I mean, that’s basically what college is for,” he looks up at Fin for confirmation, a smirk on his face.

“Hey, don’t look at me choir boy. I didn’t go to college,” Fin says.

Choir boy, Rafael thinks. God, if they only knew what that ‘choir boy’ says between the sheets –

Sonny rolls his eyes. “Well, I did and believe me, that’s definitely what college is for.”

“You admitting something there Carisi?” Rollins asks. She’s smiling fondly at him. Sonny tilts his head back to her, sharing the same knowing smile.

“Talk to him again,” Rafael cuts in. “Show him pictures. Anything. I need to indict by tomorrow morning.”

paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –

no.

there is woman –

no.

there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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anonymous asked:

This is very long-winded, but - Today I had to take my dogs to the vet for a booster shot, and I had to take a cab home. The cab driver looked strikingly like Michael everywhere but the face, he had a similar skin tone, the curly, styled-up hair, and even a red hoodie. He was also very animated and excited, and was blasting the music and taking pictures of himself with my dogs, so ANYWAYS - cab driver au: Jeremy has a pupper and Michael loves dogs

personally I am terrified of talking to strangers so any time I have to take a cab is Instant Death for me so let’s put jeremy in my shoes!! jeremy with Extreme Social Anxiety who hates taking cabs with the passion of a thousand suns but desperately needs to take his sweet, angelic border collie to the vet across town and he doesn’t have a car, so he requests an uber and makes sure to ask if pets are okay. his driver–michael, the app shows–is totally fine with it.

what the app didn’t show jeremy is that michael is hot as fuck. what is a god like this driving for uber?? how is jeremy supposed to survive a thirty-five minute drive in an enclosed space with somebody that beautiful?? 

michael, who does not seem to notice that all of jeremy’s higher functioning has ceased entirely, is absolutely smitten with clyde (“oh my god, a border collie, I love border collies!”). jeremy is simultaneously relieved and jealous that michael is so focused on clyde that he doesn’t notice jeremy’s drooling at all. 

jeremy hates talking to strangers, but michael is weirdly easy to talk to. once jeremy gets over how goddamn attractive michael is, it’s hard to feel nervous about this friendly, animated guy who’s spending every red light glancing back at clyde and cooing. michael does most of the talking, which helps, and only asks jeremy the occasional question. midway through the drive, he asks for clyde’s name. 

“clyde,” jeremy says. “it’s a pac-man reference.”

michael blinks, staring at jeremy through the rearview mirror like he’s just seeing jeremy for the first time. 

jeremy, meanwhile, doesn’t notice. “the light is green now.”

michael’s attention snaps back to the road. “right.”

after a moment of silence, michael says, “I totally would’ve gone for ‘blinky.’”

“god, don’t even start. I keep telling myself I can’t adopt three more dogs just to name them as a set.” jeremy hasn’t laughed during a conversation with a stranger before. not a real laugh, relaxed and happy. but he’s so delighted by the turn this conversation has taken that he can’t help himself. he doesn’t notice michael’s eyes going wide and starstruck in the mirror.

they talk about retro games and potential dog names for the rest of the ride. too soon, michael is pulling up in front of the vet. 

“hey, can I take a picture with clyde?” michael asks.

“sure,” jeremy says, and watches michael excitedly take half a dozen selfies with clyde, who seems to be enjoying all the attention.

jeremy is wistfully wishing he could receive some of michael’s attention too when michael clears his throat, the tips of his ears and cheeks a fiery red, and asks, “and, uh, can I give you my number?”

“oh my god,” jeremy squeaks. “yeah.” he fumbles his phone out of his pocket and decides that uber is the best thing that happened to the 21st century.

(ironically, he never needs to ride an uber again because michael signs up to be his driver for the rest of his life.)

Medical School—A Not-So-Quick Walkthrough

Hey humans! Aunt Scripty here. This post is a submission by Brittany, whose Tumblr handle I surprisingly don’t know. This post came through the Submissions Box. If you’re interested, I encourage people to submit articles to appear on the blog! [though it may behoove us both if you message me first, as I have a few posts in-progress and I don’t want us to duplicate efforts]

Anyway, give Brittany some props! This is an awesome post, and I’m CRAZY thankful she wrote in! And now, Brittany, take it away!

Disclaimer: This applies to the American medical system only, and may be biased by the author’s experiences.  Also note that this is the process for becoming an MD, not a DO (both MDs and DOs are fully licensed physicians, but DOs have a stronger focus on the musculoskeletal system and their schooling is slightly different).

Disclaimer Part 2: I swear, this was SUPPOSED to be a brief post.  Oops.

The quick and dirty:

—4 years of undergrad

—4 years of medical school, 2 in the classroom and 2 clinical

—3-5 years of residency depending on what they specialize in.  Can be longer if they add subspecialties or fellowships.

The in-depth description:

Getting in (Premed student)

Acceptance to medical school is hard enough to start with.  There’s an estimate that 75% of applicants are qualified, but only 50% get in.  Your character doesn’t need to major in biology or pre-med, but there are pre-requisites: two semesters each of biology, chemistry, organic chemistry, calculus, and physics, plus a couple biology electives, and I think psych and statistics have been added on since I graduated, but don’t quote me on that.  That’s pretty much 2/3 of a science major right there, so you can see why a lot of people just end up with that.  During spring of junior year, they’ll take a giant standardized test called the MCAT that covers all of those topics and is notoriously difficult.

Along with the classroom work, they’ll have to get clinical experience—most commonly volunteering, shadowing, or working as a medical scribe, but you can get creative—and usually do a little research of some kind.  Med school is hard and being a doctor is harder; they want to know that you’ve got an idea of what you’re getting into.  If your character does all that right, they interview with medical schools during the fall of senior year, and hopefully get accepted!

Year 1 (MS1)

Your first year is classroom based.  You get daily lectures on very complicated medical topics, with relatively little patient interaction this year.  Schools will include more practical classes as well, including a cadaver dissection, pathology (where you train to look at cells and understand what a healthy vs. diseased one looks like; some schools are old school and have people still work with slides and microscopes, others like mine do it virtually), and standardized patient encounters (where they hire actors to come in and work with us so we can practice histories and physical exams and basically get a baseline on things like “what does a normal lung sounds like?”).

Patient interaction varies from school to school, but generally is pretty low.  You can shadow a certain specialty you’re interested in, volunteer in free clinics, join different clubs/interest groups, or do various electives that will focus on teaching certain aspects of patient care (nutrition, medical Spanish, global health, etc.), but you have to go look for them.  If I hadn’t done any of that, I would have seen maybe… two patients a month?  Most students will branch out with those other opportunities, though.

Year 2 (MS2)

Similar to MS1 in that you’re still on classroom duty, still not seeing many patients.  Typically you learn more sensitive physical exams this year (urological, gynecologic, breast, etc.), and you’re finished with the cadaver dissection, but things are otherwise the same.  At the end of your character’s MS2 year, they’ll take their first board exam, called STEP 1.  You can take it one time only unless you fail.  Low scores or a fail are really frowned on, and can limit the specialty your character goes into, so you can imagine the pressure.

Year 3 (MS3)

Yay!  Your character’s now ready to be let loose on the clinic/hospital!

Boo!  This year kicks. your. ass.

This year is all about making your character feel like an idiot putting what your character’s been studying for two years into action.  The schedule is broken up into rotations, which are periods of 4-8 weeks where students focus on a specific specialty each time.  These courses are: pediatrics, family medicine, psychiatry, ob/gyn, neurology (usually), emergency (sometimes), surgery, and internal medicine.  Difficulty varies by rotation, with surgery and ob/gyn being the worst (12 hour days with only one day off a week, max; surgery adds in occasional 24 hour shifts too, just to spice things up).  Occasionally you’ll land on a nice one, like psychiatry, with 10 hour days and free weekends.

On a more day-to-day level, third years are usually part of a small medical team that cares for a set of patients.  The team consists of an attending (fully licensed physician), residents (physicians who are training in their particular specialty), and medical students (MS3s and MS4s both).  MS3s will usually get a small subset of hospital patients they care for every day—take their histories, do their physical exams, list what you think they have, and suggest treatments/tests—but because you’re not licensed, you basically take all that to the attending/resident who hears you out and then says ‘yea’ or ‘nay.’  As the year progresses, hopefully you hear more ‘yeas’ and fewer ‘nays.’

At the end of this year/the beginning of 4th year, there’s another board exam called STEP 2.  Half is your typical multiple choice test, with a numeric score—much like STEP 1—while half is a pass/fail practical where you work with standardized patients.

Year 4 (MS4)

Hopefully by now your character has figured out what they want to specialize in.  I can go over specialties in another post if anyone’s curious, but the biggest ones are basically the same as the ones listed as core rotations during the MS3 year.  There’s a giant application/interview process that takes up the lion’s share of the summer/fall/winter for interviews with residency.  At the end of the process, everyone ranks the residencies they interviewed with from most to least favorite, and at the same time the residencies rank their interviewees from most to least.  The whole thing goes into a giant computer algorithm to give as many people as possible as high a choice as possible, and then on the same day of the year, at the same time, MS4s across the country take a deep breath and open envelopes saying where they ‘matched.’

In addition, with those pesky core rotations out of the way, the character has time to take electives that may or may not be applicable to their future specialty—me, I’m going for emergency medicine, so I’m doing several rotations in EM as well as EMS, but I’m also doing a two week course forensics because it sounds awesome.

Otherwise, 4th year is widely known as the ‘take a breath’ year.  People get married or have babies during this time, travel, and generally start to act like human beings again.  There’s space in your schedule that’s off—it’s generally intended for interviews or studying for STEP 2 if you’re taking it late, but people will use it for anything.

Residency

Not going to give too much detail about it, seeing as how your character is technically a doctor at this point, but residency is basically 3-5 years where your character trains in a specialty—yes, they’re physicians, but they don’t know everything about their particular field and need trained.  You’re in this weird limbo between student and employee; you make a salary (although a very low one considering the number of hours) and can prescribe medication, perform procedures, etc., but an attending is responsible for you, you still attend a weekly lecture, and you can’t practice independently.  To give you an idea of how hard these years are, they recently had to limit things like “don’t make residents work more than 36 hours in a row,” and “don’t put the doctor who graduated med school a month ago in charge of an entire floor of ICU patients for a night with no backup.”  Incredibly, some of the old-school attendings think said changes are a bad idea and will produce doctors who are “weak.”

Also, you thought your character was done with standardized tests?  You sweet summer child.  STEP 3 has to be finished before you can complete residency, and is usually done during intern year.  The good side of this is, you’re in a residency now, so as long as you pass, no one cares about the score.

Random notes:

—This is a sample timeline, following your ‘traditional’ student.  It’s becoming more and more common for people to take a couple of years off after undergrad and apply for medical school after that.  If you want a chance for your character to gain some non-medical life experience (travel, other skill sets, becoming a parent, etc.), this is a good chance for them to do it!

—I’ve been asked by a writer I know in RL how young someone could potentially become a doctor.  I think she wanted to put in a prodigy kind of person.  The problem with that is that medical schools don’t just look for smarts, they look for maturity—imagine having someone who looks like they can’t drink yet tell you you’ve got a terminal disease, and you can see why.  That said, there are a couple of accelerated programs, where I’ve seen people graduate undergrad a year early and go straight into medical school, or where they condense medical school into three whirlwind years because the person’s on track for a specific primary care residency.  So if most people graduate medical school at age 26-27, you could have someone out at 25 or maybe 24, but probably no younger.  And remember, they’ll still need residency training from there.

—Not gonna lie, medical school is incredibly difficult.  That said, I think the best students/doctors are the ones who maintain an outside interest or two, so don’t feel like your character can only have medical skills (*cough*Grey'sAnatomy*cough*) .  Give them a few side interests to maintain their spirit.

—I can give more detail about any and all of these if anyone asks; these are supposed to help you understand what your character has had to go through to be a doctor, not be a full detail spiel.  I can also do ‘day in the lifes’ if someone’s writing a med student character and wants an accurate description, but let’s be real: most people want to write the master, not the pupil.